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Conferee

By: kinbote



This takes a while to get going...but please bear with it.

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My second year of grad school, I fell into co-authoring a paper with one of my professors. She held dinners for her students where we drunkenly discussed issues, and one of her other students and I got into it over a side point in economic theory which somehow turned into my writing a paper with Professor ___.

She submitted it for publication, and with her reputation we were "quickly" accepted.

The next AEA Conference was going to be in San Francisco, just across the Bay, so I'd be able to attend on my grad student budget. No travel or lodging costs, and free admission as a speaker (even though Professor ___ was going to present on Saturday. She told me to wear a suit or blazer and she'd call me out in the audience).

I got to the convention center Friday morning, picked up my badge, and wandered aimlessly - I'd never been to one of these and had no idea what to do or where to go.

I wandered around, pensive, and grabbed a $3 coffee from the coffee bar. Looking around I saw a young woman who looked my age, and walked over to her. Another grad student, I assumed.

She was short, maybe 5'2" and not skinny - buxom with curvy hips and a bit of a belly - but beautiful wavy black hair contrasting her fine pale skin and a pretty high-cheekboned face with eyes that just gave off intelligence and energy. I figured I'd have someone - another student - to hang out with. Honest, I was too anxious about the paper and being here and the whole grown-up scene to think about flirting.

I looked at her name badge and said "Hi Sarah! Where do you go?", and she looked daggers at me and said "Where do I _teach_, you mean?"

I put up my hands in surrender. "Sorry - you don't look like a professor." She glared more, then looked at my badge and said "You don't look like a speaker," in a puzzled voice.

"I'm not really." I explained my situation, and she laughed. I guess I was rueful enough about it that my misstep was forgotten.

I heard my name over the PA., and turned around, puzzled. Who would be paging me?

"Excuse me?" I said "I have no idea what this is about."

"I'll be here," she said. "I'm waiting for some colleagues."

I wandered off to the registration desk and found someone to talk to. She hustled me back to an office.

"Professor ____ has been in a car accident," she told me. "She called from the hospital where she's been admitted, and she won't be here. She'd like to you present, if you think you can."

"aaaaahhh..." was about all I could say. "I know the material..." And then trailed off.

I'm sure I looked more distressed.

She laughed and patted me on the shoulder. "You've got until tomorrow at 8am to decide. Stop by and let me know."

I walked out, my head spinning. Speak? Here? I'd have to answer questions - maybe hostile questions. I'd look like an idiot. I walked back to the coffee stand, lost in thought.

By the time I got there I'd recovered some of my cockiness. And maybe I'll impress Sarah, I thought.

I found her chatting with an older couple, drinking coffee.

"So what's up?" she asked as I approached.

"Professor ____ crashed her car and is having surgery. She'll be OK, they say. But if we are going to present our paper, I have to present it tomorrow."

Sarah laughed and the older couple looked thoughtful. I took a moment and explained the situation. The woman frowned and nodded. "This is a great opportunity for you. It sounds like you did some good work and now chance is smiling at you."

Her partner looked at me from under bushy grey eyebrows and asked how much of the work in the paper I'd done.

"In reality, almost all of it. She guided me, and did the final writeup from drafts I did."

"Then, young man, you should present."

They excused themselves and wandered off. Sarah looked at me quizzically. "Bit nervous, eh?"

"Oh yeah. You ever do anything like this?"

"Are you kidding? No, I haven't had a chance to. Come one, I'll prep you. Do you have the materials?"

We sat in a corner of the lobby for six hours as she grilled me up, down, sideways I finally begged off. We'd missed lunch and it was dinner time.

"I'll buy you dinner," I offered.

"OK," she said. "We can keep going over dinner."

"Jeez, no, I need a break..."

She smiled. "I've got an idea. Let's eat room service. That way we can keep going and not disturb anyone."

My attention was captured. I was suddenly kind of hopeful that the evening wouldn't be all matrix math.

"OK," and I followed her to the elevator.

Her room was small, and looked out into a ventilation airshaft.

She sat on the bed and ordered while I took the only chair. We got steaks, salads, a bottle of Cab, and two double bourbons.

We chatted as we waited for the food, and when it arrived, dug in.

She toasted my success with bourbon and downed hers like a serious drinker. It took me two gulps to down mine and she laughed at me.

"Lightweight."

"You have no idea."

We finished out meal, and poured out the last two glasses of wine.

We looked at each other expectantly. I stood up, and walked over and kissed her, wondering how she'd react. She grabbed my head and crushed my lips to hers so hard our teeth banged into each other. She smiled and sat me down.

"Want to forget about being anxious?"

I smiled and nodded yes.

"Take off your shirt," she commanded.

I'd taken my jacket off, so I undid my tie, and unbuttoned my dress shirt. Pulled it off, then pulled off the t-shirt underneath it.

She went into her suitcase and pulled out some panty hose. I must have looked puzzled because she smiled, and said "Just a sec."

She pulled the legs apart, then got a Swiss Army knife from her purse and cut the crotch, and then cut them in half.

She took one leg and tied it to the frame of the bed. She took my hand a caressed my palm. 

"Trust me."

She pushed me down on the bad and tied my hand. Then she took the other piece and tied my other hand.

I tested them and she'd spread my arms enough that I could barely move them.

I must have looked concerned, because she smiled reassuringly as she unbuckled my pants. She stopped, remembering, and took off my shoes and socks - neatly balling the socks and putting them in the shoes and the shoes in the closet.

Then she slowly stripped my pants and boxers down my hips and legs and off my feet. My cock sprung up, partially erect, as it was released, and I lifted my hips, hoping she'd play with it. But she carefully avoided it as she pulled the pants off. Then she hung them in the closet.

She hadn't said a word. She just reached in her bag, took out another pair of pantyhose, and cut them in half. 

She took my ankle and gently caressed it, then tied the pantyhose leg around it, and pulled my leg out toward the corner of the bed. I tried to keep my knee bent, but she gently tapped on my kneecap, making her intentions clear, until I relaxed the leg and she pulled it straight and tied the ankle down. She followed with the other leg.

At this point, I'd put myself completely at her mercy. I had visions of her slicing my neck with her Swiss Army knife and quickly put them away. This was somehow not scary, it was sexy - I was as hard as I get and my cock was straining upward, waiting for her touch.

She leaned over me and kissed my lips softly.

Then she walked over to the closet and pulled off her boots, then reached up and pulled off her pantyhose. She looked at me and smiled and reached under her skirt and pulled off her underwear, and tossed it into the closet.

She undid her necklace, took off her earrings and watch and rings, and then pulled her sweater over her head. Her large round breasts filled her thin red bra, and I saw big dark nipples poking out, a strong contract to her pale skin. She smiled at me as she unhooked her bra and peeled it off. Her breasts were really large but still firm and sagged just enough to crease deeply at the bottom. 

Her skin was pale, and I could see a tracery of veins in the flesh of her breasts, but her areoles were dark brown and she had nipples the size of a fingertip jutting out from them. I stared at them and imagined running my tongue around one of the nipples, tasting the slight musk of her sweat.

Then she unzipped her skirt and let it drop and stepped off. I got a whiff of musk and I knew that she was as excited as I was. She stepped toward the bed and I lifted my head to look at her. She had wide shoulders and large breasts. A rounded belly, but a narrow waist over full hips and thighs. Black curly pubic hair that extended between her legs.

"You like what you see?" she asked me.

"Oh. My. God. Yes!!" I replied. "Do you?"

She looked at me with a critical eye. "Yeah, you'll do. Nice body, great cock. You'll do."

She smiled and got onto the bed. I was ready for her to lower herself onto me and to feel the warm wet sheath of her pussy. I imagined it slowly stretching over me until the root of my cock was pushing against her opening.

Instead she turned and put her ass and pussy over my face. I reached up with my tongue, but couldn't reach. Instead, she reached one hand between her legs and ran her fingers over her slit, opening it and showing me the wet pink mouth of her pussy. I smelled her arousal, and watched as she slid her fingers back and forth over the opening, spreading the wetness, and then circling the pink nub of her clit. I jerked my hips up, hoping for some contact, some touch on my cock, which was so sensitive I imagined I could feel her breath.

I bit my tongue as I watched her busy fingers spread her lips and rub back and forth between them. The edge of her lips was shiny and red, and the inside bright pink and glistening and wet. 

Her breathing got deeper and deeper as she played with herself, and strings of her juices started running down her leg. She circled her inner lips one way, then another, then drove three fingers deep into herself and flicked her clit with her thumb.

She began to moan and I looked down to see her breasts wobbling as her torso shook with strain. She frigged her pussy hard with her fingers, and suddenly gasped and drove them deeply into herself. I watched as her pussy lips contracted around her hand and realized she was coming as a stream of her juice dripped down onto my chest.

Her gasps slowed down and she breathed deeply. She took her fingers out and pulled them up. I heard her slurping as she licked them clean. Then she made a happy moaning sound.

"Babe," I said, "please...I'm going to die here, please. Suck me?"

"No." was all she said. "Not yet."

She turned around and sat on my chest facing me. She positioned herself perfectly so I couldn't reach her ass with my cock, and I couldn't reach her pussy with my tongue.

I felt her wetness on my skin, and strained to reach her with my tongue. All I got was a little belly and the top of her pubic hair.

She laughed and waited for me tire myself out. She reached up and played with her breasts, cupping them and tweaking her nipples as she got more and more excited. I felt a trickle of juice run down the gap between her thigh and one side of my chest to the comforter.

I strained my hips up and lifted her off the bed. 

She tightened her thighs on my torso and held herself on me as she rubbed her breasts and moaned with closed eyes in pleasure.

She stood up and squatted over me, holding the headboard with one hand as she began to masturbate again.

She started slowly, just tracing her fingers over her red pussy lips and matted pubic hair. I could feel her concentration as her fingers moved back and forth and she kept herself perfectly still. 

Soon she started rocking her hips back and forth over her fingers and rapidly worked her fingers back and forth over her clit until she gasped again, drove her fingers deep into her pussy, and juice streamed out as she came again. I managed to catch some in my mouth and savor it. She tasted mild, but with musk and a tart saltiness. I licked her taste off my lips and swallowed, groaning.

"Please," I whined. "Please touch me."

In response she reached down with one hand and pushed my head down, cupping my forehead in her sweat-damp palm. Then she kneeled above my face, one knee on either shoulder and began touching herself again.

I strained up, but couldn't lift my head against the strength of her arm. I lay back on the pillow and watched as she gently rubbed her clit with her forefinger. I noticed for the first time the slick dark red nail polish neatly coating her nail as she circled the hood of her clit with her finger and then pulled it away, a string of her lubricant connecting her finger to her pussy.

She pulled it away and slowly brought her glistening finger toward my mouth. I hungrily opened it and sucked her finger in, swirling my tongue around it, licking all the musky slickness off it, and closing my eyes in the intensity of it all.

My cock throbbed. I felt my balls churning slowly as I became so excited I started getting ready to come untouched into the cool air.

She changed from slowly circling her clit, displaying the hood and the pearly clit underneath it, to rapidly stroking back and forth over the clit, then widening the strokes until they ran back and forth over her entire opening, sliding past the engorged lips, slippery with her own slime, until she suddenly grunted as though she'd been hit and began to wail "oooo-OOOO-OOOO-ooooooooooooo..." and collapsed forward onto the headboard, then moved herself down to me, kissing me, and then sliding further downward, her slippery thighs sliding past my cock as I felt the pressure climb up my shaft and threw my head back, ready to come. Suddenly she knelt down and took just my tip in her lips as I jetted stream after stream of come into her mouth. For the first five or six, I thrashed against my restraints on the bed. Then my entire body locked in one spasm as I felt two giant pulses of come that seemed to flow directly from my balls to the tip of my cock like water through a hose. Sarah choked for a moment then swallowed, still keeping just an inch of my tip in her mouth. I started having small pulses as the orgasm wore down and then finally lay almost completely spent on the bed.

Almost, because Sarah's gentle sucking on the tip of my cock had kept me hard as a baton. She lifted her head smiled at me, licking her lips. "Wasn't that worth it?"

"Oh. Fuck. Just. Oh. Fuck."

"Soon," she replied.

She leaned down and took my whole cock in her mouth, her warm tongue circling my shaft.

Then she moved herself and positioned herself over me and slowly ... agonizingly slowly ... lowered herself down onto me.

I felt the liquid warmth of her and the softness of her swollen pussy get pushed down over my cock, which got harder as she slid down onto it, until, just as I'd imagined, I felt her soft opening wrap the root of my cock, and felt my tip stretch the back of her pussy.

She shifted herself, sitting up, and suddenly her smooth hard cervix was rubbing over my tip and we both groaned.

I rocked my hips up as far as I could, and pressed myself deeper into her. She rocked her hips and that made her pussy slide back and forth on my cock, making smacking liquid sounds.

I thrust up and pulled back as she slid back and forth and suddenly we were pounding into each other, our breath catching and rising and the familiar tension built in my groin and I felt a slow column of heat rise from the base of my cock and suddenly I thrust up into her and felt my cock spasm and my come shooting into her. She was so wet already that I didn't feel the added slipperiness, just come pouring out into her again and again as I tried to jam myself into her as deeply as I possibly could. Then suddenly she pushed herself down onto me, bit her lip and groaned as I felt the clenching of her pussy as she came and milked the last drops of come out of me.

She fell forward onto me and for the first time, I felt her breasts pressed against me. She was covered in sweat; she smelled like a woman's locker room, and I loved it. I buried my face in her neck and kissed her.

We lay that way for a while, me half hard inside her. Then I asked her to untie me.

"Why?" she replied. "Are you done?"

In response I wiggled my hips up and down and slid my cock in and out of her just a bit. I felt my pulse in my cock as it hardened just a bit.

She smiled and kissed me. 

"Let's leave you here for a little while. You don't seem uncomfortable."

With that she made a face as she tightened her pussy around me and gave me a wave of pleasure.

She looked down at me and smiled. "So tell me something about yourself."

Conference



He opened the door and walked into his son's second grade classroom; he had scheduled the conference for 5:30 so that he wouldn't have to leave work early. When he walked in, the blinds were closed and the room seemed empty . The chairs were pushed under the long tables and everything had been neatly put away. He looked at his watch to make sure he wasn't late; it was 5:40 but that shouldn't make a difference - this was a second grade teacher, where could she have to be in such a hurry? Just then he heard a noise around the corner. In a loud voice he said "Hello?" and walked in. He heard something like shuffling and then a muffled, "I'll be with you in a second." followed by some more shuffling. The voice was nice - quite sexy, actually.

"Have a seat and make yourself comfortable," she said again. It was deep but still very feminine and he found it very alluring.

He looked around for a normal chair but found none so he walked over to the teacher's desk and sat down in her chair. He saw a purse and a pair of black heels that had been tossed recklessly on the desk. A moment later he saw her emerge barefoot from the darkness of the cloakroom wearing a halter top and short mini skirt.

"Please pardon my attire," she said a little sheepishly, "I'm meeting some friends of mine in a few minutes and I didn't think I'd have time to get ready so I got a little headstart. I'll finish when we're done here."

He just looked at her; this was a bit of a surprise and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. She was tall - about 5'8" with long, straight dark hair and big brown eyes. The wire-rimmed glasses accentuated the curves of her dark eyebrows. She was tan and her ample breasts filled the halter top stretching it taught across her nipples. Her legs were long and slender. He wasn't sure if they were really that long or her mini skirt - which ended above the middle of her thigh - just made them appear that long. He didn't think he'd ever seen a teacher that looked like this before.

"So, you must be Jonathon's father," she said as she walked around the edge of her desk and extended her hand toward him and breaking the awkward silence. "I'm Miss Blake, Dorothy Blake but everyone calls me DeeDee."

He started to get up out of her chair and took her hand. "I'm Michael" was about all he could get out at that moment. With a gesture more graceful than his response, he offered her the chair. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dorothy, umm, DeeDee." he said as he stepped away from the chair.

She declined his offer and indicated that he could sit there.

"I'll just sit here, if you don't mind," she said as she hopped up on the edge of the desk facing him. "This shouldn't take too long."

"God, I wish it would!" he thought to himself.

"I don't want you to think that I asked for this conference because Jonathon isn't doing well - that's not the case. Jonathon is very smart but he rarely applies himself; it's almost as if he's distracted - sometimes even lost in daydreams."

She put her hands down on the desk and leaned forward a little as if to emphasize her words. "Sometimes I wonder if he even hears what I'm saying. But when we do group reading or sharing, he's right there - participating and paying attention and doing quite well!" She leaned back and crossed her feet at the ankle and he noticed the delicate gold anklet for the first time.

"Does he read at home much?" she asked.

Michael paused a moment to collect himself. The sight of her cleavage as she leaned forward had aroused him. He could feel himself growing and felt his suit pants getting tighter around the crotch; he shifted slightly in his chair and wondered nervously if his face had flushed at all.

"Actually, DeeDee," he began slowly, "Jonathon reads quite a bit at home - both by himself and with me. I have the most trouble getting him to do his math homework but his reading seems fine."

"That's good. I wonder if he's just not interested in working by himself in class then."

Michael couldn't remember when exactly he had become interested in girls but thought that DeeDee might actually be what was distracting his son in class.

"DeeDee," he began slowly, not sure yet how he was going to say this or where he was going to go with it, "I've got to be honest with you, if I had a teacher that looked anything like you, I'd be very distracted in class too! You're a very attractive lady and you seem genuinely concerned with your students."

She smiled and looked down and began swinging her feet slightly; it was her turn to fidget now. A moment later she looked back at him, still smiling.

"Jonathon has'nt had that kind of attention at home in a long time," he continued. "He probably enjoys your interest in him and your concern. My guess is he's using that to keep your attention."

"I was wondering about that," she said thoughtfully and then leaned toward Michael again but further this time, "Does he read with his mother too?"

"That I don't know, DeeDee." he said quietly. The sight of her cleavage and hardening nipples made him swell. He was aware of the growing erection now clearly visable beneath his suit and the friction of his silk boxers against his growing manhood only made it worse; he wondered if she'd noticed. He cleared his throat and continued.

"Since the divorce, Jonathon rarely talks about his mom when he's with me and its been quite awhile since he's had any kind of female influence in his life - except for you, that is." She smiled as he faltered with the last part.

"I have some things you can take home and work with him - they're a bunch of different things: reading, math, puzzles - things that should stimulate him." She looked around her desk for the things she had set aside for him before their meeting. "There they are!" She uncrossed her feet and turned to reach for the stack of books and papers she had gathered. Her legs spread as she turned and he saw she was not wearing anything under her skirt. She had no tan line and only a thin swath of downy hair adorned her mound.

She grabbed the stack and turned back with them in hand. Noticing his erection and seeing it pulse beneath his pants, she left her legs slightly apart, "It may provide some stimulation for you too," she said with a grin. "Come with me," she offered as she slid to the edge of the desk. Her breasts bounced gracefully as she hopped of and took his hand, "Let me show you some of your son's work." He knew his predicament and was slow to rise. She tugged playfully at his hand and he could see that her nipples were hard, "C'mon, it's alright."

She pulled him up out of the chair and led him toward the back of the classroom where there was a whole wall covered with children's paintings and drawings and other projects. He could see that his son had quite a few things hanging up - more, it seemed than most of the other children.

"This one," she said pointing to a drawing at the beginning of the wall, "he did on the first day of school - that's you, I think, dropping him off." She was standing so close that he could feel the warmth of her skin next to him. He was standing slightly behind her and he could smell the gentle scent of lavender in her hair. She carefully bent down and pointed to another painting. "This one - well, I'm not exactly sure what this one is but it was after our field trip to the petting zoo - I think its a goat, or maybe a sheep." She giggled and brushed gently against him as she rose. Realizing she had bumped into him, her hand automatically went behind her.

"I'm sorry," she said apologetically as she turned toward him but her hand came to rest squarely in his crotch. The pressure of her against him as she had risen made him throb with desire and she could feel this beneath her fingertips now.

"Oh!" she said softly as she looked at him and slowly moved her had away. She was standing in profile to him now and he could see that her nipples were very hard and her chest was rising and falling with heavier breaths. She turned and pulled him further down the wall.

She stopped and put a hand on his shoulder and stood up on her tip toes to point to a picture that was near the ceiling. He could feel her breasts against his chest and she could feel his manhood throbbing against the top of her mound as she stretched to reach the drawing.

"This one is my favorite," she said softly in his ear, "It's of just you." She slowly lowered herself back down and he could feel the hardness of her nipples through his lightly starched shirt as she slid down against him; he had reached his limit. Rock hard and throbbing, his manhood begged for escape. She could feel it pulsating against her abdomen now as she turned and looked at him.

He quickly slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. He could taste the cinnamon on her tongue as his own tongue swirled and danced around hers. She moaned softly beneath the kiss and eagerly caressed his chest as she returned the passion of his kiss. She grabbed his tie and pulled him with her as she moved slowly back toward the wall. He pressed her firmly against the pictures with the weight of his body and let his left hand drop from behind her head. He traced a line with the nail of his pinky slowly down the curve of her neck, over her collar bone and then down her chest. He lightly traced a circle around her nipple through the halter top. She groaned as her nipple hardened and drove her tongue passionately deep within his mouth pushing her hips firmly against him as she did. She let go of his tie and slid both her hands down between his legs and began caressing his fully erect manhood through his pants. She stroked him with both hands; first with both together, than one and then the other and then both again. The rhythm of her hands matched the thrusts of her tongue. He held her breast firmly in his hand, fondling and squeezing it through her top. He pinched her nipple between his index and middle fingers as he slowly massaged her- gently at first and then more firmly - twisting and tugging it to match the rhythm of her tongue and hands. Soon, they were both groaning as the heat of their passion overtook them.

They both heard the footsteps in the hall just before the door opened. They stopped dead and both held their breath. They were around the corner and out of sight of the doorway and hoped they wouldn't be seen. Before either of them could do anything though, the door closed and the footsteps continued down the hallway.

"What was that!? He whispered hoarsly in her ear.

"It must have been the janitor." She whispered back, her breathing still labored. "Don't move, I'll be right back." She reached up and teasingly licked the tips of his lips and then slipped from between him and the wall and ran gracefully toward the door. He took a deep breath and took his coat off. He walked toward one of the long tables closest to him and tossed the coat across it. When he turned back, she had already locked the door and run back. She was leaning against the wall with one foot up against it and her head tilted gently to one side.

"I thought I told you not to move..." she said seductively as she slipped her index finger between her lips. She sucked on the tip of it for a moment and then slowly ran it down between her breasts and over the exposed flesh of her stomach. She traced a path around her navel gently flipping the belly ring from one side to the other and then over the top of her mini skirt and down between her legs. She held his gaze and smiled as she lifted the bottom of her skirt with one hand and gently parted her lips with the still glistening fingertip of the other. She slowly drew her finger up between them and then motioned him to come to her.

As soon as he reached her, she held her finger to his lips. He kissed it once and then gently licked it with just the tip of his tongue. He took her finger between his lips, twirling his tongue around it, and tasted her sweetness.

"Hmmmmmm..." he moaned

"Do you like it?" she asked him softly.

He nodded, still suckling her finger, "I do." he answered with her fingertip between his teeth.

"There's more where that came from." she said as she began to pull his mouth downward with her finger.

Michael began sliding down her body, both hands caressing her breasts through her halter top. She could feel his hot breath through the material as he made his way down. He firmly grasped both her nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling them until she moaned. He looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and her tongue was gliding over the edge of her upper lip. He was on his knees now and continued tweaking her nipples as he drew a delicate circle around her navel with the the tip of his tongue. He gently grasped the belly ring between his teeth and tugged at it. She groaned softly as he flipped the ring back and forth with his tongue and twisted it between his teeth. He slid his hands down from her breasts to her waist as he kissed the top of her mound through her skirt; he could feel her pushing firmly against his mouth. He slipped both hands behind her and unzipped her skirt and gently eased it over her hips and let it fall to the ground. He bent down and lightly drew his tongue first up the inside of her left thigh and then her right; with his hands on her thighs, he could feel her quiver with anticipation. He slipped his tongue barely between her lips and smiled as her hips twitched with the sensation. She was leaning with her shoulders against the wall and her back was now fully arched to accept him. He slid further between the softness of her lips and began to explore the depths of her passion with his eager tongue. He swirled and twisted his tongue around her opening with a firm pressure. In answer, she began grinding her hips, pushing herself against his mouth. Her taste was smooth and sweet. He pulled back and began to circle the inside of her hood with delicate strokes of just the tip of his tongue, first in a clockwise motion and then the other way. She was swelling now and in response he drove his tongue deep within her pressing his face firmly against her mound as he did.

"Mmmmmmmm..." he hummed as he ground against her hoping the vibration would stimulate her further.

"Ooooooh... you feel sooooo good," she moaned, "Mmmmmmm...."

"Now its your turn," he said with a smile as he withdrew, "Don't move..."

He got up and grabbed one of the little chairs that had been pushed under the table closest to them. When he turned with the chair in hand he noticed that she was massaging herself with her finger. He returned quickly and gently lifted her left leg and placed her foot on the chair.

"I thought I told you not to move..." he said seductively as he took her hand and gently moved it away.

"I was only keeping it warm while you were gone." she giggled as he parted her lips with one hand and guided his tongue up between them and over the top of her, firmly tugging the edge of her hood as he completed the stroke. He gently kissed and nuzzled her growing passion before plunging his tongue deep inside her. He thrust rhythmically in and out and in and out all the while maintaining a firm pressure against her with his face.

"Mmmmmmmm..." he hummed again but her only reply was a ragged moan. He thrust deep within her letting the tip of his tongue fully explore the sweetness of her warmth.

He pulled back again, gently curling his tongue as he did. He could feel that she was completely swollen now and he began quickly flicking his tongue back and forth over the top of her, at first delicately and then more firmly. He could feel her pulsing against the pressure of his tongue and her groans were gowing louder and closer together. He gently sucked her between his lips and tugged at her.

"Oh god!" she gasped as he rolled her between his lips and flicked her with the tip of his tongue. "Oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh!" she cried as her passion began to overtake her.

She was thrusting against him more quickly now and he could feel the muscles in her beautiful thighs tensing hard. He slipped both hands between her legs and behind her pulling her against him even harder. Her hands were knotted in clenching fists against the wall at her sides as the fever of her passion rose.

"Mmmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmm," he hummed again and again against her.

"Yes..yes...yes...yes..." she cried rhythmically as he pulled her between his lips and sucked her again. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" she gasped raggedly as he firmly circled her swelling with his tongue. "Oh... my... GOD!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

He could feel the pulsing grow into a twitching and then to a full spasm as all her muscles tensed and her thighs locked around him. He could feel her juices running into his mouth as he held on firmly and in control.

"Yes...yes...yes...oh yes..." she panted as the spasms slowed.

He kept a firm pressure against her as he massaged her with his tongue. As the waves of her passion began to subside, he slowed the strokes of his tongue until he was only pressing against her. As he felt her muscles begin to relax, he gently kissed her swollen orb and nuzzled it softly, licking up the tiny rivulets of her juices that had escaped him. She twitched and giggled as he tickled her with his tongue. She reached down and grabbed hold of his tie and encouraged him to his feet.

"Now, it's my turn" she said with that same seductive smile as she pushed him toward the wall...

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Conference



She sat down in front of her computer. The hotel room was opulent, the desk was no different. The deep purple stain of the rosewood added to the air of distinction in the room. She heard a rap at the door. She knew it was coming, but he sure was fast. She knew he'd find a parking spot and venture to her room, even though she protested and asked him not to. Heck, he got there before she even got both of her socks off. She removed the second one, and sauntered barefooted towards the door. She peered out the eyepiece to see him standing there, silly grin on his face. She realized that her co-workers might see him in the hall, so she quickly flipped the bolt lock, opened the door and pulled him inside. 

When she opened the door, he quietly entered. Then, without a word, his hand slipped behind her neck and he pushed her behind the door. Their lips met. She wanted to protest, but he wasn't having any of it. The door finished closing with a quiet thud. Her hand instinctively reached for the bolt and snapped it into the locked position. He pushed her against the wall. Pressing his body into hers, he raised her on the wall and let her down slowly as his right hand grasped her 36c breast. Her leather skirt's fabric caught traction on the wall as the inside satin lining slipped up off her hips, exposing her to him. In the same movement, his hand slinked up behind her back, under her blouse. He released the clasp on her bra, allowing her breasts to fall freely. 

Now, with her skirt riding up, she allowed her legs to part slightly. He took the opportunity to place his right leg between her legs and he twisted his torso, opening her legs further. She reached down and hiked her skirt up even further to prevent stretching the leather from her awkward position. He propped her even higher on the wall as she pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular torso. He returned the favor and removed her shirt and bra. Now, all she had on was her leather skirt and a black thong. She reached down and slid her index and middle finger behind his belt buckle and with a tug, she unhooked it. Another tug slid the buckle off the end, relieving the belt of the pressure it was under. She then slipped her fingers onto his button and released it. Fumbling for a moment, her index finger and thumb finally grabbed the zipper and slid it downwards. She realized he was not wearing any undergarments. His cock sprang free and brushed the inside of her thigh sending her into a spasm of pleasure. 

Still, no words were said. Here she was, a married woman, with another man in her hotel room. They were both half naked and locked in a sensual kiss. His cock in her hand as she rubbed the tip into her crotch. At this point, her lust was matched by his persistence and persuasiveness. He slipped his hand between her thighs, and tugged at her thong, pulling the fabric, moving it aside. His large head was now moving up and down her slit, guided by her hand. Her voice was ragged when she exhaled the word "BED". He picked her up, holding her body tight to his and placed her on the end of the duvet. She leaned back, undid her skirt and welcomed him to help her off with it. Her panties came off equally as easily and he removed his pants in front of her. 

She sat back up and took his cock into her hand. She caressed it slowly, feeling it pulse in her palm. He placed his hand on her head, she knew what he wanted, she leaned into him and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He was big, she couldn't take the whole thing, but she licked around the head and took as much as she could in. He groaned with delight as she worked away on him. She used her free hand to massage his balls, cupping them in the palm of her hand. She felt him twitch. He pulled away from her and leaned her back on the bed. 

She scooted her body towards the head of the bed. She bent her knees and spread her legs, offering herself up to him. He leaned in and placed his cleanly shaven head between her legs. He kissed her thighs, gently massaging her pussy with his hand. He dove in, lapped and sucked at her clit, sending her into a writhing orgasm. Her body shuddered and bucked as wave after wave washed over her. She reached down, grabbed his arm and pulled him up to her. He entered her easily, just a little at first, then pumped further and further inside her. Soon he was buried to the hilt. A gasp escaped her mouth as he ground his pelvis into her. She responded by gyrating her hips. Their movements were in unison, sweat beading on their torsos. 

She wrapped her legs around him, beckoning him to drive deeper and harder into her. He obliged with long, strong strokes. She felt so full. Her mind swam as yet another orgasm welled inside her. His motions became labored and ragged as he too neared orgasm. A fleeting thought that perhaps he should pull out was quickly overwhelmed by a wave of orgasmic pleasure. She started panting and moaning loudly. This sent him over the edge as his body tightened and he started to cum. They both orgasmed simultaneously as he continued to rock in and out of her. Her legs slipped away as she lost control, her moans turned to muffled shrieks as she strained to be quiet. 

Her panting wound down as he collapsed on top of her. His cock was still hard inside her, but he was too tired to move. Her hips gyrated meekly to enjoy the sensations she was experiencing.

"I told you not to come up," she said. 

"When have I ever done what I am told," he replied.

With that she pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, feeling the lust begin to build again. Her hands ran up and down his body. She pushed him over onto his back and kissed his chest, abdomen, and around his thighs. His prick began to come back to life. She grabbed it and began sucking the still slick head. This time, she took more inside her mouth. This caused him to grab her head and push down. 

She repositioned herself and allowed him to force her head down onto him. She relaxed her throat as his head pushed at the back. With a slight pop, she felt him pass through the small opening and surprisingly she did not gag. Again, she repositioned herself to allow him to impale her mouth. He see-sawed in and out of her mouth while she strained at his girth. He grabbed her thighs and positioned her legs on either side of his head and began to suck and lick at her swollen lips. 

Almost immediately she began to have yet another orgasm. She pulled free of him and swung around, straddling his hips. She plunged down onto him, guiding his rigid prick into her throbbing pussy. She wanted him inside her now. His hand instinctively thumbed her clit and she began to slowly raise and lower her hips. Her pace quickened as she began to lose control over her body. She twisted and contorted to make his cock hit every untouched part of her canal. Sweat rolled off her body as she animalistically humped him. 

She seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm now as her moans and shrieks continued unabated. She felt a great heat within her as his cock twitched inside her. Feeling he was close again, she jumped off of him and straddled his face again, her mouth devoured his throbbing penis just as he exploded. She swallowed every drop, and milked his cock as her orgasm peaked. 

As he deflated, she fell onto him. She was exhausted. Her legs were rubber, her jaw hurt and her pussy was hot and swollen. She had not been fucked like this in a long, time. After gathering her strength, she rolled off him. He pulled her around to his face and kissed her deeply. She realized it was well after 11 and her husband was probably worried about her. Without a word, it seemed he understood and he got up and silently got dressed. She sat on the edge of the bed, fearing she would not be able to stand. He came over, gave her one last kiss, then headed for the door. 

Just then, the phone rang...



Conference



Four days out of the office! How could anyone complain? The conference was over Valentine's Day but even that didn't matter as I'd been happily single for a while. I'd already made arrangements to travel to the conference venue together with Simon as his house was on the way to the venue so I had said I would drive us both there. Simon and I had known each other for a few years and had been pretty good friends. Over the past couple of months we'd been chatting more. Si was a charmer and a flirt, and I seemed to flirt right back at him! He was a handsome guy but no Brad Pitt.

On the second night at the conference, we'd finished dinner and were all sitting in the bar chatting away and playing card games. I was sat right on the opposite end of our table from Si but I caught him making eyes at me across the empty wine bottles. I made eyes back at him and gave him a little wink. The night wore on as we drank more and more and eventually the bar closed and we had to go back to our hotel. Simon walked me back to my room and I invited him in for a nightcap. I nipped into the bathroom to change into my night clothes whilst Simon found some easy-watching on the television. When I came back into the room, Simon was pouring two small glasses of cognac for us. I jumped into the bed as it was cold and he brought my glass over to me before sliding into the other side of the bed. We sat for a while, drinking making the odd comment about stuff going on on the television.

I leaned over Simon to grab the remote control to turn up the volume on the TV and as I did so he lay his arm around my shoulders and started to stroke the soft skin of my neck and back. I did not back away and instead, I lay my head on his chest and nestled up closer to him. His hand meandered down my spine into the arch of my back and I pressed my body closer to his. Simon's hand crept into the waistband of my sleepshorts and I moved my legs to allow him to slip his hand further towards my hot pussy.

I was hot and wet and it did not take for Simon's fingers to find there way deep into my pussy - thrusting hard and fast making me hotter and wetter. He had one finger in my ass and two in my pussy and my legs were trembling with pleasure. I reached up and tore open Simon's shirt. I grappled with his belt and zipper to free his dick. It sprang to life as soon as his clothes were off and I positioned myself so that my face was over his cock and my pussy dripped over his face. Simon reached up with his tongue and licked my pussy and clit. I had been horny all day and the flirting between the two of us had gotten the better of me.

I felt the pressure growing in his cock and knew I could not let him cum yet. Fighting the pleasures from having Simon's tongue buried inside my pussy, I took my lips away from his cock and lay next to him on the bed. But Simon was fired up and he came on top of me. My pussy was so wet that his cock slid in easily. I spread my legs wider and watched his dick pounding me. He was incredible. Simon grabbed my legs and lifted them up on his shoulder. I squeezed my pussy and knew he felt me tighten around his dick as he moaned with pleasure. He kept thrusting away, ramming his thick cock into my tiny pussy.

By this point I was practically screaming with pleasure as Simon let go of my legs and I wrapped them around pulling him closer to me. I felt the pressure of his body resting on my clit and I knew I was about to have an orgasm.

Simon's thrusting became even harder and faster and I arched my back. A series of waves lashed through my entire body as an orgasm thundered through me. At that moment Simon pulled his dick out of me and came all over my belly with a few squirts reaching my breasts. We were both panting from the intensity of the experience and Simon rolled over off of me onto the bed next to me. We lay in silence, both recovering with his cum still damp on my body.

After a couple of minutes, Simon disappeared to the bathroom. He returned with some tissues but before he used them he licked his cum off my breasts, biting on each of my nipples as he did so. When we had both cleaned up and had caught our breath back, we both lay on our backs in bed, next to each other.

***

The alarm went off at 7am the next morning. We were due to resume the conference at 9am after breakfast and I had wanted to go use the pool to make use of the venue's facilities. I rubbed my eyes and hit the snooze button. When I turned over again I saw Simon laying on his side looking at me. Neither of us said a word but he reached out his arm towards me and I shuffled towards him. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. I traced a finger down his back to his butt and rested my hand on the top of his butt, our legs loosely intertwined.

Again I felt the stirrings in his groin and I started to move my body gently against his knowing that this would turn him on even more. Simon's cock was growing hard against my hip and my pussy was heating up again. I rolled over to my left side and back up to Simon so that he was spooning me. I pushed my ass back into his crotch and grinded against him turning both of us on. He reached over me and lifted my leg slightly and his dick found my pussy again. Before too long we were enjoying lustful, erotic sex again and groans escaped from my lips. I tilted my head back as my back arched with pleasure and Simon kissed and bit my neck and ears. He groaned a little with every thrust and I could feel his hot breath on my skin - it sent tingles through me.

Our sex continued for much longer than the previous night and we both rolled over onto our stomachs. Simon was on is knees so that I could get up on all fours and he fucked me again. Doggy had always been one of my favourites but with Simon I had to bury my face in the pillow to stop myself from screaming so loud that our other colleagues would be alerted to the carnal pleasures from my room! I came hard and squirted a little over Simon's dick, which he had taken out of my pussy and was using my own cum to lube up my ass. Simon was gentler this time, easing his cock softly into my ass as from one of our many flirtatious conversations he knew that I had not had much anal sex. It was fantastic though, Simon really knew which buttons to hit. As he moved his dick in and out of my ass, I felt his cock shoot a load of hot sticky cum into my ass before he came out and collapsed on the bed beside me. I lay on my stomach and we both turned our heads to look at each other. We smiled at each other before dragging ourselves out of bed to get dressed for the day ahead.

Needless to say I never made it to the pool, and we skipped breakfast but we both made it to the 9am start on time after another two workouts! 



Conference Bound



Blindfolded and bound naked to the bed in the hotel room, as I found myself, there was plenty of time to reflect on how you'd talked me into waiting in this vulnerable position—if only I could just focus long enough. The steady pulsing of the vibrator you'd positioned along the length of my vulva and strapped to my thighs before you left the room had reduced my brain to putty.

How long did you say your presentation would take? Seventy-five minutes? Or was it ninety? 

How long had it been since you left? Forty five minutes? An hour? 

I could hear the radio playing but hadn't thought to count the songs.

Oh how my body ached for the sweet release of an orgasm. But no matter how I squirmed, I just couldn't make it happen. My legs were spread too wide. The vibrator wasn't quite positioned where I most needed it. And you'd only set the vibrator to its lowest speed.

Instead my juices flowed and my heart pounded as I longed for your return. My breathing was rough.

Suddenly, I felt your weight on the bed to my left. Somehow I had missed the sounds of the door and your return.

Had I fallen asleep? For how long?

Were you undressed and ready? Would you fuck me now? "Please," I muttered. Then, "fuck me!"

Your immediate reply was the tip of your tongue on my left areola. Wet circles amidst warm breath brought my nipple to full attention. The stern pinch of a forefinger and thumb that followed brought me closer to the edge than I thought possible.

Still pinching the left nipple, you leaned over my chest and gave my right areola the same teasing lick. And then the pinch came, as did I for the first time. "Thank you," I said breathlessly while you continued to pull on both nipples.

The nipple clamps you applied next were a pleasant surprise. I didn't even know you had them, or knew how to wield them just so—applying enough pressure to keep me stimulated, without causing pain.

Your hands now free you brought them, in turn, to release each of my four restraints. But you left the velcro straps in place around my wrists and ankles as you helped me up from the bed.

Blindfold still in place, I reached out to touch you. You were still clothed? Even the tie!

The thought of you still dressed up from your presentation while I stood naked and blindfolded by your side added considerably to my excitement. 

Finding your face with my hands I leaned in and we kissed. Deeply. Our tongues intertwined. Your big hands pulled my ass in close. Your hard cock was obvious through your pants, but I needed to touch it and so moved my right hand to your zipper. Inside I found your cotton boxer briefs allowed me no easy access.

Moaning from my stimulation of your penis but moving my hand aside, you finally spoke. "My talk went well. But I've agreed to meet an old friend downstairs for lunch. You'll have to be a good girl and wait here by yourself again. I should only be about an hour this time."

Before I could formulate my argument for why you should skip the lunch, you escorted me across the room and bent my body forward over the back of the room's short wooden desk chair. "Let me just get you ready for when I get back," you said as you strapped my ankles to the legs of the chair, my forearms to the seat, and adjusted the location and speed of the vibrator.

The waiting was easier this time. Experimenting, I found I could sway my breasts to increase the tug of the small weights on my nipples and move my hips and legs to push the vibrator against just the right spots.

Juices down to my knees at this point, I was on the verge of achieving another orgasm when I heard the room door open behind me. I hadn't realized until I triangulated the hallway sounds that you'd positioned the chair so my pussy was facing directly toward the door! I was currently on display to anyone in the hall; and I could hear voices drawing very near.

I heard the door close fast behind you. Then footsteps crossing the short distance. Belt and zipper sounds. Pants hitting the floor; other clothes too.

As much as I needed a cock inside me and hoped it was coming, the removal of the vibrator from between my legs was a disappointment. Just when we were becoming friends!

By contrast, the removal of each of the nipple clamps was indescribably delicious. The release of a nipple and sudden return of blood flow brought a wave of a pleasure my body had never before known.

No words were exchanged. But just as I was about to beg for it, I felt the tip of your penis. The silky smoothness of the head against my lips was overwhelming. And you built my need for what felt like minutes. Inside just a little; and then back out. Up and down my slit, all the way to the hood. And then big circles at my entrance. Inside a little deeper this time. Then steady pressure and next small circles on my clit. Inside even deeper; and then out—this time all the way. 

Wait! Come back! Put that thing in me as deep as you can! I need you to fill me. "Please! Don't tease me any more." Immediately you obliged. 

Your dick was in me to the hilt. In and out. All the way in. Filling me. All the way out. Teasing me. Then pumping deep inside my pussy. Building your rhythm, you slammed forward so hard I could feel your balls slapping my leg each time. Your hands pulling my hips back toward your thrusting midsection.

My orgasm overcame my body and mind from a place deep inside. My other senses were temporarily suspended. I shuddered and collapsed; completely relaxed now.

Noticing these effects, you pulled out and removed the straps from my limbs. You laid me on the bed, removed my blindfold, and kissed and caressed me from head to toe.

When I was ready for more, you gently placed my ankles onto your shoulders and, while holding my outer thighs with your strong hands, fucked me hard until you came. A moment later we collapsed so your arm was around me with your penis still pulsing inside and my walls gripping you tight, and napped.

"When is your next conference?" I asked when I later kissed you awake.



Conference Call



I took a long pull on the bottle that had just been passed from the previous storyteller. 'I suppose that means it's my turn' I said to the assembled rout, about half of whom seemed to be asleep, the other half unnaturally attentive in a booze-fuelled sort of a way. 

As the beach party came to an end we had all vowed to stay awake until sunrise and were telling erotic stories to pass the time. I drank for a few minutes until it came to me, and I thought of a story from my student days, when I was in the habit of attending conferences. A little spicier than the stories we had heard so far, but then why not?

* * *

OK people, this story is from a few years back. I was in Miami for a conference and the air con in the hotel wasn't working. So one night I was lying in my room feeling hot. Every now and then I would go out and sit on the balcony - and then looking down onto Ocean Drive see the talent walking by and feel even hotter. This carried on for a few hours and I started to think I would just burst into flames in my room with sheer heat and frustration. Then I heard a scraping at my door. Someone walking past? Then a more definite knock. 'Who the bloody ...' I said under my breath, thinking it would be one of those air punching idiots from the conference asking to borrow my notes on some technical bullshit or other. But it was Katrina. 

'Ciao bello' she said, not entirely sober, but pretending to be more inebriated than she actually was. 'I guess you'll be on your way back to Blighty tomorrow, huh?' 

'Er - yeah, well my flight's not until Wednesday so I thought I'd take a drive for a few days first, but I'll be heading out of this place tomorrow. And not a day too soon.'

'Your air con broken too?' she said, taking the opportunity to flick her eyes around the room over my shoulder, to see if I had company. Her eyes looked a little devious.

'Yes' I said. 'It's probably never worked. When the hell was this hotel built anyway?' But she wasn't listening to me at all, though she was looking straight into my eyes.

'Do you want me to come in and - take a look at it for you? It might be something I can fix - maybe it just needs releasing. It's probably overheated'. At this point she looked down at the bathrobe she was wearing. Her sternum was rosy.

'Be my guest' I said.

As soon as I closed the door she leant forward and kissed me a few times, then more intensely. When she pulled away my lips were buzzing. 'Wow', I said smiling. 'Who taught you to do that?'

'A girl at school, funnily enough. I went to a convent'.

'What, you mean you girls used to get horny and practice kissing on each other?'

'No. I had a girlfriend there who was a genius: she could make me come just by looking at me. She also taught me trick or two'. While still speaking she started unbuttoning my shirt and pushing me over towards the bed. Within seconds my shirt was off and I was lying on my back with her lips coming down on mine and her breath sweet and hot in my face. Suddenly I wasn't at all bothered about the heat of the room. All I wanted to do was get inside that bathrobe.

Achieving this was pretty easy, and my hand went straight up to the breasts, which were sitting nicely cupped in a lace-edged bra, two identical pink globes. I got the feel of the shape of them quickly, then ran my hand over the silk, which barely succeeded in holding back the teats pointing out inside them. Next I let my hands follow the contours of her body, over the curves of her hips down to her knees and then back up. When they returned to her breasts the bra had already been slipped off and I responded by sucking them gently, flicking my tongue over them at the same time and massaging them into pert shapes with my hands. I really was beginning to get into this now.

Then I reached down and felt her belly, the shape of the hips again and cupped my hand over the silk mound, which was noticeably warmer than her other skin. I wanted to see how she would react. She didn't say anything but buried her face in my neck, and I did the same. The silk of her panties was warm and damp, and I ran the tips of my fingers over them, feeling every contour beneath, the swollen, open lips and the clitoris pressing against the material. Then I paused for a minute. I was becoming aware of a scent emanating from her, that musky, heady aroma which I love. I couldn't bear it any longer. I had been a gentleman hadn't I? I'd taken it slow so far, but I just had to get a taste of her. So I moved down the bed until I was kneeling below her legs, which were now in a sort of modest missionary position. They were fantastic legs. Rather white by modern tastes but svelte and fleshy where it mattered. I sat for a minute and looked over her form with appreciation that must have been evident from my expression. She smiled and looked at me through half closed eyes, which seemed to give me the go ahead for whatever I had in mind. 

So I reached to her hips and taking hold of the elastic of her panties eased them up to her knees and then down to her feet, which she raised co-operatively. They smelt incredible. Mixed in with faint cologne of some sort was that gorgeous, fresh, luxuriant scent of fecundity the like of which I had never experienced. I closed my eyes and filled my lungs with the stuff. 'You smell incredible' I told her, but her eyes were closed. One of her hands was resting on her left breast, the nipple pinched between her two middle fingers, and the other was fiddling impatiently with the silver pendent on the ring of her pierced navel. 

Taking this as my cue I kissed her knees, then between each knee, then the thigh, then the tuft of hair and then the lips either side of her inner lips. I then pointed my tongue and licked gently the length of her, between the lips and the softer inner flesh, up and down, with a steady rhythm. I dipped the full length of my tongue into the well of juices beneath and licked up strongly. This she seemed to like, as her hand was now stroking the hair on the back of my head, and I continued licking the full length, up and down, passing gently over the clitoris and licking it from side to side and gliding my tongue round and round it. By this time she was beginning to get very wet, and the juices were flowing thicker, honey-like and rich over me, as I buried my face deeper and deeper in her hot, slick crevice. 

As I licked up and down my chin, mouth and even the bottom of my nose were sliding over her. I was totally intoxicated and becoming frenzied in my movements. We continued like this for a blissful while before I started to feel her lips and clitoris become firmer beneath my movements; the opiate of her juices was intensifying on my tongue, in my mouth - filling up my head. I could have continued for hours, it tasted so beautiful. Then I felt her legs strain to open wider, her feet pushed against the sheet in an attempt to get her knees higher and further apart. Both of her hands came onto my head and she pulled at my hair as she came. She let out a long cry of what sounded like an astonished sort of pleasure, and a second later I felt a rush of steamy juices reach my face and even more of the thicker nectar flow out of her. Rounding off with some final, langourous tongue-work, I lapped up every drop I could reach deep inside until the convulsions had ceased, then kneeled back in front of her. She was laughing now, very flushed and clearly ready to continue in another vein for what remained of the night.

'You certainly seem to know your way around down there' she said. 'Maybe you could have taught my friends at the convent a thing or two?' 

My erection was achingly large inside my boxer shorts and holding them out at the front like an obscene, angled tent pole. 'I guess so, but they would never be able to follow up with this, would they?' She leant forward and released my thick seven inches so it met her at eye level. It's modest proportions didn't seem to disappoint her. Taking me in her mouth she sunk her lips down to the hilt in four or five long and very satisfying strokes. Then she took herself away, grabbed hold of it (a little roughly, as I recall) and pulled it towards her.

'Are you ready for dessert?' she said. I answered by thrusting straight into her. Although she had just come, the muscles inside her did not seem to have relaxed and after a few more strokes she was again crying in my ear. She just seemed to come and come, as I thrust into her in deep, steady, firm, full-length movements. Whenever she stopped she would try and kiss my face and neck and then her legs would shake, she would gasp and it would start again. We carried on like this until my own, explosive moment came, at which, I admit, I let out some stifled gasps of my own. 

* * *

'And that was that. While I was asleep she had made her exit and checked out early that morning ... Hey! Are you listening you drunkards!' But across the fire I could see they had all fallen asleep, one girl with her jeans unbuttoned and her hand down her panties. With I smile I took that as a compliment and laid my own head down on the pebbles.



Conference Call



It was an hour and a half drive from my house to my friend Roger's, but it would be well worth the trip.

Roger and I had met a few months earlier through a guy I was dating at the time. Roger and I had formed an instant friendship, which had quickly grown to include sexual innuendo. Although each of us admitted wanting the other, we'd never acted on it, since each of us was seeing someone else. 

Now both of us were unattached, and we'd decided it was time to give free rein to our attraction. We'd talked several times, trying to find a time when both of us were free. Finally I'd said, "I could come down on Monday after I take the kids to day camp."

"The advantage of working at home is I can see you that day," he'd replied. "I have a conference call scheduled for late morning, but other than that, we'll have plenty of time together."

So Monday morning, I dropped off my kids then drove the hour and a half, managing by the grace of GPS not to get lost. I called Roger when I was around the corner from his house. When I pulled into his driveway, he was waiting at the door, wearing a robe. I had to wonder what was underneath.

He greeted me with a hug and brief kiss. "How was the trip?"

"Not too bad. I was thinking all the way here about what we're going to do."

"Ah. So you're nice and wet now?"

"I might be," I teased.

"I'll have to find out. But first, come have the tour."

He led me through the house, a newer split-level to which he'd done some renovations and cosmetic work. "It's a beautiful place," I said. "You've done a great job on it."

"Thank you." He grinned mischievously. "Would you like to see the bedroom?"

"Why, yes, I would."

Roger's bedroom was large, with a king-sized bed piled high with pillows. I sat on it. "Mmm, comfy."

"I do sleep pretty well on it. Among other things."

He lay beside me and pulled me down to him. Our kiss this time was far from brief; our tongues played as his hands caressed every inch of me, moving from breasts to ass to crotch. I moaned into his mouth when he slid his hand under my tank top and fondled my breasts. 

Roger pushed up my tank so he could see what was under it. I wore no bra; it was too hot that day, and I didn't really need one. For a moment, he just looked at me. "They're as beautiful as I thought they'd be," he said.

Then he closed his lips around one nipple. "God, Roger, that feels good!" I said.

Without answering, he unfastened my shorts and slipped his hand inside. One finger found its way into my wetness, sliding from my clit to my opening until I wanted to scream. As he fingered me, Roger continued sucking my breasts, alternating between them. I felt my orgasm building. "Roger, fuck yes! Oh, my god! Yes!" I cried out as I came.

He released my nipple and smiled. "Fuck, you're hot. I didn't think you'd come that fast."

"You know I come easily."

"Yeah, but I didn't know how easily. Damn!" 

He stood and untied his robe. Beneath it, he wore just what I'd been hoping for: nothing. His cock was long and stood hard against his abdomen. "My conference call is in a few minutes, but I need to feel your cunt first," he said. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"God, yes."

"Then get those clothes off."

Still lying down, I shimmied out of my shorts and panties, then sat up and pulled my tank over my head. "Lie down," Roger ordered. "I want to taste you."

I lay back. Grasping my ankles, Roger pulled me toward him so my ass was at the edge of the bed. He placed my legs against his chest and bent toward me. When his tongue flicked my clit, I yelped. "Mmm, you taste good," he said. "And your clit stands right up like it's waiting for me."

He gave his attention to my clit, sucking and lightly nibbling it. It took only moments for another orgasm to wash over me. "Holy fuck! Roger, damn, you're good!"

"There are things I'm better at." Roger straightened and positioned his cock at my opening, then eased it into my pussy. I felt a slight discomfort as I stretched to let him in, but after a moment, there was nothing but pleasure. "God, I'm finally fucking you!" he said, thrusting in and out. "You're so fucking tight!"

"Mmm, I'm glad you're finally fucking me." His cock touched just the right spot inside me. "Roger! Oh, my god, that feels so good!"

He tweaked one of my nipples. "Tell me what you want me to do, Karen."

"You're already doing it!"

"Say it." He gave a particularly hard thrust. "I want to hear it. I bet you can't even say cunt."

"I can too!"

Roger pulled back so only the head of his cock was still inside me. "Say it or I won't put this back in."

"Cunt," I muttered.

He eased his cockhead in and out, just slowly enough to tease me without giving me any satisfaction. "Not good enough. What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed, frustrated. 

"Fuck what?" The gleam in his eye showed how much he was enjoying torturing me.

I couldn't take the teasing anymore. "Fuck my cunt, damn it! Fuck my tight, hot cunt!"

"That's more like it!" 

He shoved the full length of his cock back into me in one hard thrust. I moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Oh, god, Roger, I'm coming!"

"Then come. Come for me."

"Yessss!" My cunt clenched around his cock, and I screamed as I came.

"I'm glad my windows are closed." Roger pulled out of me and picked up his robe from the floor. "I didn't think you'd be so loud."

"I warned you I would be." I watched with disappointment as he put the robe on. "Are we done? You didn't come."

"We're not done yet, but I have that conference call in a few minutes. We can play more afterward." He got another robe from the back of his bathroom door and tossed it to me. "No sense in you getting dressed again. Just put that on."

He left the room. I used the bathroom, then put on the robe and followed him to the living room. "Want any coffee or anything?" Roger asked.

"Some water would be good. I'm kind of thirsty after all that."

"I wonder why." He put his arms around me and kissed me. "I think I worked up a little thirst myself, but I'll have to wait till after the conference call to satisfy that."

"Mmm, that will be fun."

"Oh, yes, it will."

Roger got me a glass of water and sat down on the couch just as his phone rang. I sat beside him, my legs curled under me, and tried not to listen to his conversation. Not that I would have understood it anyway; Roger worked for a software design company, and I knew nothing at all about computers.

After a few minutes, Roger pulled the bottom of his robe aside, revealing his hard cock. "What do you mean, they didn't like the design?" he snapped into the phone. "We followed their exact specifications." 

He took my hand and brought it to his cock. While he was on the phone? Was he crazy? But the idea intrigued me. I squeezed and stroked his shaft, expecting him to moan or at least breathe more heavily, but he didn't miss a beat in his conversation. "Well, if they don't like what they see, they should have told us when we sent them the proposal. We did just what we said we were going to."

He put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed. Taking his not-so-subtle hint, I leaned forward and licked his cockhead. Again, he didn't seem to react at all. "Well, Rob, you need to get in touch with them and find out what exactly they didn't like."

I sucked his cock into my mouth, teasing with my tongue as I slowly lowered my lips onto his shaft. There was no way I could take the full length of his cock, but I was damn well going to try. In my mind, it became a contest of wills: could I make Roger break his focus on the conference call? Could I elicit some sound from him that would indicate what we were doing? Or could he continue the conversation without any sign of the pleasure I was giving him?

I sucked and licked Roger's cock until my jaw began to ache. When I stopped for a moment to let my mouth rest, he tugged on my arm. I wasn't sure what he wanted until he untied my robe. He couldn't be serious. He couldn't want to fuck me while he was still on the phone!

"That project's right on schedule," he said into the phone. "I've been working on it for the past several days, including a few late nights."

He slid down a little and held up his cock. Without a word, I stood and straddled his hips, facing away from him, then carefully lowered myself onto him. In this position, his cock filled me completely. I slowly raised and lowered myself, shivering at the feeling of him touching the most sensitive spots inside me. 

"I'll have the specs ready on that by Wednesday," Roger said. He grasped my waist with his free hand and moved me, indicating that he wanted me to pick up the pace. I was almost afraid to; I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, and I didn't trust myself to be silent. But I couldn't resist fucking him faster. 

Still his voice and breathing didn't change. "Yes, definitely. I'll be in town on Thursday; we can meet then and discuss it. But I think the client will be happy."

Other than his hand on my waist, Roger didn't move at all; I was completely in control of this fuck. And I was right on the edge of coming. I fucked him harder, raising myself so only a couple inches of his cock were inside me, then slamming myself down on his full length. Within seconds, I was over the edge. I opened my mouth wide in a soundless scream as the orgasm crashed over me.

As my cunt contracted, Roger stumbled in the middle of a sentence. "They, um, yes, I mean, no, it's all set."

Finally, I'd gotten a reaction from him! I kept fucking him, but slowed my pace, until he pressed down on my leg. I took this as a signal to hold still, and realized he must be close to coming. Reluctantly, I lifted myself off him and took his cock back into my mouth. "Okay. We'll talk more about it tomorrow. Thanks."

I heard the beep of the phone's off button at the same moment Roger's cum filled my mouth. "God, Karen, you're fucking incredible!" he said.

I swallowed and smiled at him. "You're pretty fucking good yourself. That was the hottest thing I've ever done!"

"And it was definitely the most interesting conference call I've ever had." He stood and pulled me to my feet. "Let's go back to the bedroom and see if you can get me hard again."



Conference Call



This is a story that was written after a short spell of writers block. I couldn't figure out a new story to write, so I decided to hold off getting myself off until I wrote one.

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OK, not exactly the story I was thinking about originally when I decided to write the next story, but it is a good one, at least it was for me. This is not a fictional work at all, this is me retelling the story from one Friday afternoon.

I had been trying to decide on a story for close to a week but couldn't think of a good one or at least a good way to write up any of the ones I had in my head. I kept going back to my favorite memories and fantasies, masturbating to different ones, trying to figure out which one got me going the most and which one would make the best story to read, but I could not come up with one specifically that would get me going. After a week of trying to figure it out, I had an idea. I was going to hold off on masturbating until I figured out a story to tell, figuring that the hornier I got, the more likely I was to come up with something to put on paper, so to speak. I knew I would come up with something because I was getting more frustrated as the week went on, spending hours sitting in class, time at my desk, even at home at night watching things that turned me on, stroking myself slowly, but never allowing myself to cum until I could think of something to write down. 

This morning I jumped on the internet and started reading while only half listening to a conference call and soon noticed I was hard again (I have been pretty much half hard since I made the decision to hold off). I was sitting there, reading a few stories on Literotica, looking across my desk at the woman in my office's tits, looking up her skirt when she crossed her legs (don't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but I didn't care, I wasn't thinking about her directly anyways, she just provided a little extra visual stimulation), slowly stroking my now raging hard-on through my pants behind my desk, wondering if she had any idea as to what I was going to do as soon as this call was over. I found a few stories that got me going even more, and I slowed down, teasing myself more, the anticipation being more than I could handle. 

I went back and read a few of the stories I had written before and then went back and read the response I got to those stories. Masturbation gets me off quicker than anything, and knowing that someone else is masturbating because of a story or image I put in their mind, I can picture it completely, wanting so much to see the pleasure I brought to them, knowing I am responsible for the ecstasy they experienced (or will experience), almost caused me to cum in my seat right there. I stopped reading for a minute to try to calm my cock down enough to excuse myself but it was more difficult than I imagined. I could feel it straining against the fabric and could feel a drop of pre-cum getting ready to form, so I had to make a break for it then. I closed my browser and locked my computer and excused myself to "use the restroom." As I walked past her, my hard-on having subsided enough to not be extremely obvious, but there was still a noticeable bulge, I saw her watch as I walked by, staring intently at my crotch, before looking back down at the pad and pen in her lap. I left the room and quickly headed for the men's room.

There is a small men's room in the back of the service department, near a lot of electronic equipment (so lots of noise) that I have used before. I quickly made my way there, closing and locking the door behind me. I quickly unzipped my pants and my cock sprang to life, no longer restrained. A couple of firm, slow strokes from the base up to the head and soon I had enough pre-cum to lubricate my now fully erect shaft. I leaned back against the wall, stroking my cock with deliberate strokes with my right hand, squeezing it the length of the shaft and then rubbing the head with my thumb when I got to the end. I cupped my left hand, placing my balls in my palm, holding my middle and ring fingers together, pressing up against my taint, putting pressure on my prostate, visualizing a woman fingering herself and mimicking the motions. 

I closed my eyes and visualizations and images flooded my mind. I saw flashes of an ex-girlfriend, a one night stand, the first time I saw a woman masturbate, and a flashback to the first time I had masturbated in front of anyone (that is another story I will soon tell). Then I started having visions of events I had never seen but were clear as they could be, visions of people masturbating to me. I pictured you reading this story, getting turned on, maybe when you couldn't do anything about it, breaking free as soon as you could, hurrying away from everyone else and fucking yourself fiercely, you're hands a blur making you cum. This is the vision that pushed me over the edge. 

I could feel in my left hand that my balls were tightening up and my knees began to tremble. The head of my cock grew in size and began to throb with every heartbeat. I began stroking with my right hand as fast as I could. I spread my legs out giving my left hand more access and with the fingers on my left hand I pressed hard against my taint, the pressure sending a jolt through my prostate, causing me to cum. My whole body shook, my cock bounced, ropes of cum spurting out, some hitting the wall, others landing on the floor. I was involuntarily rising up and down on my toes, like I was pushing off while fucking someone, my stomach began to cramp from cumming so hard. I slowed down as my orgasm subsided, only slowly stroking my cock now, working out the remaining cum, careful to avoid my now sensitive head. 

I carefully cleaned up and washed my hands and face and made it back to my office to finish the conference call. I walked back in to my office and noticed the woman who was in there when I left was now not there. I sat back down at my desk, unlocked the computer and about 5 minutes later she walked back in and sat down, looking flushed and slightly out of breath, but with a smile on her face of her own. I wonder...



Conference Call



Image is important at R.H. Bank. My name is Bob Ramsey, operations manager of R.H. Bank's fraud department. One night in particular stands in my mind as a testament to my abilities as a competent manager, protecting the bank's image in the public eye. It was late on a Friday, and the department was winding down. I sat in my office putting the finishing touches on a report to corporate.

An employee named Helen walked into my office, one of the best fraud assessors we had. She wore a white buttoned vest and a black skirt, cut off at the knees. That's company policy, you know. People might call it old fashioned, but back in the day, women were expected to wear skirts in the business place, and I'm not one to buck tradition. Helen had an air of confidence that I don't normally see in her.

"Good evening, Helen. Have a seat."

"Thank you, Mr. Ramsey." When she sat down, she adjusted her glasses. They definitely gave her appearance a nerdy, librarian flavor.

"What can I do for you?"

"Well," she paused. "You know times are tough, with the economy and all."

"Of course."

"And I know R.H. Bank's policy about having second jobs."

"That's right. Our associates must maintain R.H. Bank's quality image at all times."

"I've been thinking lately... about getting one." Her face became pained.

"I see... I hope you're not in any financial trouble."

"No, no. I just have the opportunity to make some decent money on the side, but..."

"Well tell me! Let me know what you have in mind and I'll consider it." Helen made stern eye contact. I'd never seen her so serious. Her lips formed her next words in a way that I'd only seen in movies. It was sultry. It made me notice her hot red lipstick. How did I not notice it before? Her lips pursed.

"Phone sex operator."

I could hardly stifle my chuckle. The idea was preposterous.

"There's no way an R.H. Bank associate can be employed as a phone sex operator. What would that say about our company?"

"No one would know! But it could make me a lot of money! And I'm good at it!" That last bit made me pause. The thought of Helen talking dirty late at night... A hand slowly hiking up that skirt that our company expects so much... I had to shake myself. How could I be overcome with such thoughts? Some responsible manager I am!

"S... sorry. There's no way, Helen. If any of the higher-ups found out, it would be my ass on the line." I was starting to sweat. Was it getting warmer? "We just can't have our associates peddling smut."

"It's not just smut! It's something beautiful." She seemed so sincere...

"Beautiful! I doubt it."

"I'll show you." So matter-of-fact!

"Sh... show me?"

"I'll lock myself in the conference room and give you a call. I guarantee that I'll make you feel a way that you've never been felt before." She stood and walked out of the office. Not even a discussion! On the way out, her ass swayed, telling me things in its own language. It said, "I'll show you." We'll see about that.

I forced myself to chuckle. If we go through with this and someone finds out, I'll be fired for sure. What a scandal. On the other hand, what's the harm in humoring her a little? I leaned back in my leather chair. The blinds on the windows were wide open. If only those people could only hear what I was in store for...

The office phone rang. I smiled to myself as I picked it up. "R.H. Bank. This is Bob Ramsey, how can I help you?"

A soft moan floated from the phone. I have to admit, it caught me off guard.

"Bob." One word uttered, filled with lust. That image of Helen late at night forced itself back into my mind. I'm not so quick to dismiss it this time.

"Wh... who is this?" I decide to play along. What's the harm?

"My pussy is dripping for you, Bob. Let me come in there and sit on your lap. I want to grind it into your cock and show you how wet it is."

I leaned forward.

"Oh...? What would you... do next?"

"I'd pull my shirt open and press my firm, full breasts against you... God, my nipples are so hard just thinking about it."

I sat quietly for a few moments. Her voice... it sounds so different now. Was this really Helen? I slowly got out of the chair and closed the blinds. The floor looked busy. People were running back and forth, hoping to hit deadlines. They'll be fine without me for a few minutes. I sat back down and felt my erection against my leg. I wonder how long that had been there?

"What would you do to me?" she asked.

"I'd grab your ass and squeeze it, hard."

Where did that come from? It was like my subconscious was answering on its own at this point. My subconscious continued. "I love your ass. I love seeing it every time it leaves my office."

"Are you hard?"

I felt my cock pressing against my pants, urging to be free.

"Rock hard."

"It would be a shame to let that go to waste. I'm not wearing any panties, you know."

Was she telling the truth? Was she in this office just a moment ago with her pussy open to the world? Does it matter?

"What should I do?"

"Stroke it. Unbuckle that belt and stroke your rigid cock."

I couldn't resist. I've masturbated in the office before, sure. Things get stressful from time to time, and I would need a release. This was different though. I felt a lust that I couldn't describe. I held the phone against my shoulder and began to caress my shaft.

"Are you wet?" I had to know.

"I've been wet since the moment I walked into your office. Ohh Bob... I've had dreams about you. Night after night, I would lay in my bed, running my finger up and down my pussy. I would picture myself underneath your desk with my lips around your cock... I have to touch myself now just thinking about it."

The thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock fueled my fire. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. I started talking back to her.

"I want to lick your pussy. Up and down. Over and over. My tongue needs to touch against your lips, taste your wetness... I'm hungry for it."

I heard her moan again. Could she really be touching herself a mere room away? All for me?

"Let me fill my mouth with your cock. Let me hold your balls in my hand. I won't stop until I feel your warmth trickle down my throat."

That was it. I couldn't stand it any longer. The orgasm was so intense, I had to stand up. My cum shot forward, hitting the floor. A few drops managed to land on my black slacks, but I didn't care. I only had one thought on my mind., that Helen was in a conference room nearby, fingering herself, and I don't want anything more than to take her right there on the table.

I left the phone on the desk and zipped back up. As I left the office, I noticed that there wasn't a single soul that looked up. They were all working intensely. Good. I knocked on the door to the conference room and she let me in. Helen stood by the door, still holding the phone. Her face was flushed and she seemed short on breath. The look on her eyes told me that she didn't expect me to show up, but hoped I did. Then she noticed the stain on my slacks and smirked. I shut the door behind us, locking it.

"Can I take the job?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"You can have any job you want. Just... Please... Let me..." I walked to her with my arms outstretched. My body had to have her. Her words on the phone were a magic spell, and I was charmed.

We met each other in an embrace kissing like we were in the back seat of a Toyota on prom night. I wrapped my arms around her ass and lifted her onto the conference table. She spread her legs. Seems that she wasn't lying after all. Her shaved pussy glistened in the fluorescent light. I kneeled and tasted her. A shiver of delight traveled briefly through her body. My tongue traced her slit, stopping to tease her clitoris ever so slightly. She placed her hands on my head, motivating me to continue. I spread her lips with my fingers and licked deeper, penetrating her with my tongue. I could feel her muscles tighten around me, not wanting me to escape.

All these sensations reinvigorated me. My cock grew firm, once again shackled by my slacks. Still, I paid attention to Helen's needs. She began to moan. If anyone walked by the conference room at that moment, they would hear us for sure. None of that mattered to me, however. For now, the only two people in the world were us. I sucked gently on Helen's clit as I worked my right index and middle fingers into her. The moans were louder. I could feel her warm flesh from the inside. I fingered harder and harder until I couldn't contain my passion any longer. I stood in front of her, stripped my pants, and presented myself to her. She looked at my manhood, her glasses slightly askew, and soundlessly moaned at the anticipation. I could feel the heat from her pussy against my cock.

Normally, I would have teased her with it for a little bit to get her really excited, but today, I couldn't help myself. I thrust myself into her, leaning over her body. This time, the moans were mine. She fit around me so tightly. It was incredible. My mind raced over all the times we spent with each other professionally and now it's come to this. I would have never believed it. With both hands, I grabbed at her shirt, ripping it open to expose her bouncing breasts. I grasped them like my whole existence depended on them. Her nipples were firm, ripe for play. I slowed my pelvis' movement for the chance to wrap my lips around her left nipple. I nibbled on it to her delight. Partially satisfied, I stopped and slid myself deeper inside her.

At this point, we may have well been screaming. Again, it didn't matter. Our piston movement intensified. Her wetness covered my cock completely. I could feel her rhythm change. It was faster now. I knew that she was close to orgasm. The thought filled me with excitement. I pushed into her harder, quicker. She arched her back as the muscles in her pussy began to contract, spasming as she came. I withdrew with an answer, spurting my cum over her body. The ropes draped over the clothes that this bank loves so much. Helen laid back, sprawled on the table as her chest heaved. I slumped back into a chair, my cock slowly falling to the side.

I knew then that the company's image was in good hands. I figured that if an associate was going to be a phone sex operator, they may as well give a performance that the bank could be proud of! Of course, Helen and I had a different sort of relationship from then on. She would service me underneath my desk during conference calls, making the discussion much more interesting than normal. And, from time to time, I'd get a phone call from the conference room. Like any responsible manager, I would be there to listen when an employee had something to say.



Conference Call



She broke her kiss with him, because her common sense had finally caught up with her libido. He just looked at her, his shirt rumpled, his tie askew.

"What's going on here," he asked, "Why did you stop?"

Kayla just looked at him, her lips swollen from his kissing a moment ago and her blouse half unbuttoned.

"We're in the conference room."

His eyes blinked.

"Yeah I know...I had it renovated with the rest of the suite when I bought the building."

She rolled her eyes at Mitch and pulled away from him, straightening her blouse because unbuttoning it proved to be impossible when she discovered a couple of them missing.

"I think I saw one roll under the table," he said, trying to be helpful.

"Mitch what are we doing here?"

He just looked at her blankly.

"I thought it was obvious."

She put a hand on a hip and just shook her head at him.

"I'm not going down this well traveled road of yours."

His mouth quirked into a knowing smile, taking in the view in front of him. They had known each other way back when they had been in the same grade school but then she had moved away until their paths had crossed in college. They had fallen back into their friendship easily enough and soon after that, a successful business relationship. Some rivalries here and there when they'd been on opposite sides...but right now, they were on the conference room table.

They hadn't come into the office intending to do the horizontal mambo for sure. When she had crossed the threshold, nothing like that had even been in her mind. She had a couple calls to return and she even had a date with Clyde down in accounting. They had plans to go to the Philharmonic or something like that...something to do with listening to music.

First she just had to get some last minute things done in the office but then Mitch had gone back with her to knock a few things off of his list of things to do as well. Then when they had passed the wet bar, he had asked her if she wanted a drink. Nothing that hadn't happened dozens of times before when they had finished up a deal...business as usual or so she thought.

But then came a few shots of tequila to celebrate the completion of a business deal and one thing had led to another and next thing she knew they had been kissing, with his hands fondling her breasts beneath her blouse. It had felt wonderful, and she had arched her head back in delight until she realized they had crossed a dangerous line.

Not before he told her what beautiful breasts she had, creamy white in contrast to the tanned skin surrounding them and the rosy pink tips that had hardened beneath his fingers...she knew he had planned on tasting them. He had reached for the tequila to dab it on her breasts so he could suck it off of her and she had felt some dampness in between her legs at the thought.

But then reality hit.

"I can't..."

He looked up at her.

"But god, I've wanted to taste them and you for so long," he said, readjusting her blouse for her, returning into the shoes of the man she had known for much longer than she had seen this side of him.

She stroked his jaw line with one fingertip, strongly built like the rest of him. His skin felt stubbly there because he hadn't shaved this morning.

"We can't...we can't cross that line or we'll never find our way back."

He grabbed that hand and damn if he didn't move his lips over it, including his tongue. Her insides wanted to melt and her legs, buckle but she had to be strong. She had to be firm with him. Everything depended on it.

"It won't matter Kayla," he said, backing her into the table until she sat on it, then he moved his hands up her thighs, bunching up her skirt. Damn he had always loved her legs, supple and strong and he knew he'd love them gripping his waist while he rocked against her.

She put her hands against his chest.

"I can't...it's wrong..."

He grabbed her hands and held them together while looking into her eyes.

"It's never felt so right," he said, "We've known each other forever. There's no reason why we can't mix things up."

She sighed, realizing that it really was just a dalliance to him. He nudged her thighs open with his body, and ran his hands over both inner thighs, stroking them, very persuasively. Her panties dampened in response to his ministrations. Damn he could be quite persuasive. Her body already had been sold but her mind, damn not to mention something called her heart, where deep down inside it she harbored feelings for Mitch that she couldn't even tap into most times.

Except when she lay quietly alone in her bed at night and her mind wandered to where it had been forbidden to go during daylight hours.

Mitch must have caught a glimpse of that desire etched on her face just now, when he had her where he wanted her on the damn conference table. Because his hands remained around her own, keeping her captive some might call it. But his eyes looked directly into hers without blinking, and she felt herself unable to move away.

Oh he definitely had that effect on her and he knew it. She just wished she weren't so transparent in how he got under her skin as deftly as he'd gotten his hands underneath her skirt.

"Oh there's every reason Mitch," she said, "It'll mess everything up we've got going...our working relationship...the fact that right now we're on opposite sides of the Myers deal."

He sighed, releasing her hands.

"That's tomorrow...this is today," he said, "and when this deal's done we'll be back working together again."

She smiled looking forward to that but until then she really had to get off the conference table and they needed to get to their opposite corners.

If only to cool themselves off before they did something totally reckless, that couldn't be taken back again. Kayla envied Mitch's ability like most men to compartmentalize different sections of his life so they didn't overlap in any messy ways. On the other hand, her entire life was a haphazard pile of overlapping the parts of it she'd tried to keep separate from one another.

His hands moved towards her blouse and began to fidget with the damn buttons, but she noticed his hands shook a little as he tried to undo them one at a time.

Hah! The Casanova of Century City was having some trouble navigating himself through a passionate interlude. She bit back her smile but she didn't stop him when she really should before this went any further.

"What are you doing," she said, asking the obvious.

He smiled because it was obvious, and she felt the top buttons coming undone, and in a minute he was going to know her favorite color.

"Come on, both of us need to unwind after today and there's no better way to do it."

Oh, that pissed her off, she had forgotten what a shameless player Mitch had always been only it had been okay because he'd done that with other women and not her. If they had never hit the sheets or the conference table together, that was because he respected her. Because platonic friendships were all about respect and a bond deeper than just sexual attraction...oh god, his fingers felt damn good. Smooth with some calluses from summers spent working in construction when he'd been younger. Her skin tingled when his fingers casually brushed against it while working on her blouse.

She put her hands up on his chest.

"Stop," she said, "and I mean it Mitch."

He did, he knew what the word, 'no' meant after all but it didn't mean the urge to discover what she kept hidden under her clothes hadn't gone away. Hardly, he still kept much of his weight on the balls of his feet,

"Okay, what's wrong?"

She just sighed heavily.

"This...like I said, okay we do it on the conference table and assuming no one walking by gets an eyeful..."

He had an answer for that but then he usually did for everything.

"We're alone in the suite," he said, "Everyone else has left for the day and they're out having fun which we could be having."

Damn him, those words came quickly enough.

"I don't think we should be doing this," she said, "I'm not one of your conquests Mitch. I don't want to be added to that very long list."

His brow arched.

"It's not that long...it's long but never enough so that you would be just another woman to me."

She just looked at him, reproachfully.

"Okay then what am I after we...have sex?"

He paused for a while and she really thought she had him there. Oh man, did she have him right there because if he slid in between her legs on that table, afterward...their friendship would be dust because he'd never respect her again.

But he looked at her in a way almost tender and a hand reached out to coax a strand of hair out of her face.

"You'll be my lover," he said simply, "Afterward and beyond that. Come on, you want me too. Admit it...it could be the best experience of your life."

She snorted.

"Don't flatter yourself Mitch," she said, "My list might not be as long as yours but I've had my share of men."

"Not like me..."

Goodness, he was trotting out that come on line that she'd heard enough times before? She thought about raking him a bit about it but she just chuckled instead.

"You are really something do you know that?"

He looked a bit uneasy at that, maybe it had been the airy tone of her voice rather than any words.

"So are you..."

Her words in response were cut off by something more powerful, his mouth which he brushed over her lips, much more gently than earlier. It almost felt like the flutter of something soft, if insistent, and just the faintest trace of his tongue, coaxing its way inside of her mouth. She closed her eyes because who wouldn't be drawn into a silky smooth as honey kind of kiss like this man brought. But if she waited...it would become more potent, more pressing and then she'd lose control...

"Mitch..."

Since his lips still covered hers, only a murmur emerged and he took that as encouragement, prompting to deepen his assault on her mouth, because she really meant to stop him, really she did but oh....where did that slow burning sensation come from, the one that radiated from her lips to...other places.

He broke his kiss and focused on other areas of her face, around her mouth and her jaw line. Each one felt different against her flushed skin. Alternating tender, with tawdry the man had great skills. She had seen them from a distance always on another woman, not her and had wondered what it'd be like...

Well no more but shouldn't she be pulling away from him, telling him how wrong it was like she had just been doing...maybe when she got her breath back and her heart stopped thudding inside her head.

This time when he started in on her blouse buttons again, she didn't say anything, as one by one she felt the stillness of the air find enough energy to caress her exposed skin. His eyes widened when he saw what lay underneath.

"Damn my favorite color..."

Hers too....only she suspected he favored a deeper, darker shade of blue than the lighter, powdery hue that she had seen on the lingerie rack at her favorite boutique. She had purMitchd the bra and panty set, never thinking that anyone but her would ever see it. After all, it was perfect to wear beneath business attire not at night in a lover's bed.

Her little secret that while she might appear tough as nails on the surface, aggressive and rational, all the so-called masculine qualities that the men around her claimed as their own. But if so, she was better at being a man than most men...still she harbored a secret beneath her clothes, that despite the harshness of her edges, she was as feminine as they came.

From his expression, she took it that Mitch liked her taste in lingerie.

That surprised her a little because she figured he'd go for brighter, brassier colors that screamed sex, the rawness of passion exploding between a man and woman outside the business world that often fed that wanting. After all, boardroom deals had sometimes become bedroom deals and the two worlds overlapped. Business deals had been finalized between 700 thread sheets and bedroom encounters had of course taken place on conference room tables.

Her skin flushed further at that thought...when Mitch had gotten the buttons out of the way to slide his hands inside her blouse where he met smooth, supple skin and tantalizing silk and lace.

"So soft, who would have known?"

She put her hands on his shoulders not pushing him away.

"You don't know everything about me Mitch," she said, "You think you do but the last man I slept with knows more about certain parts of me than you do."

Oh, he didn't seem to like that if his soft growl were any indication. She had to smile at that, while he ran his hands over her skin and up to her shoulders where he slipped the blouse off of her and it fell on the table, unheard.

Her arms were toned, from running and lifting weights because she loved developing some of her hard edges to accentuate her softness. Her breasts filled out the cups of her bra and threatened to spill over them. His hands moved towards the clasp in front and he unsnapped it and twin mounds of creamy flesh now stood proudly in front of him, their rosy tips pointing slightly outward.

She saw his mouth water and smiled, because she had always thought that nature had been generous with what it gave her. When she had been a teenager and they seemed to have blown up overnight, she had a couple awkward years when she thought they attracted too much attention. But she loved her girls as they were called and loved matching them with different styles of bras and camisoles.

And she loved it when a man worshipped them, realizing that they were attached to a living and very sexy woman, who could be made to climax with just the right attention. Mitch stared at them for a moment, he was a man after all and then he gently cupped them in his hands and his mouth moved towards her lips again and he kissed her while gently squeezing her breasts. Not too hard but...just right...she felt the shards of delight travel from her breasts to that juncture between her legs still cloaked in some wisps of silky lace.

That had suddenly gotten very damp.

He continued to kiss her and somehow she managed to keep breathing but when he rubbed her breasts with his fingers while grasping them, it made her want to throw her head back. Only her lips couldn't seem to separate from his and the light stubble of his jaw line tickled her.

"Oh god..."

Somehow that managed to slip out and wasn't it the truth, she thought because she felt so damn good right now.

Then his mouth left hers and she swallowed quickly, knowing where his lips would wind up next and then...

She gasped, as she felt the tickling sensation of his tongue on one of her nipples, playing with it, circling it as it peaked and ripened. She felt herself spinning because how did he know how much she liked that? Oh wait; didn't most women love breast play from their men?

Stop asking questions, she chastised herself and just enjoy the moment. And when he gently and slowly sucked one of her nipples inside his mouth and the moist heat that awaited there, surrounding it...she nearly jumped off the table but he'd moved his hands to hold her still for him.

He changed breasts but not his ministrations, tonguing her until she couldn't stand it, then making love with it. Damn, she could only imagine what that mouth that elicited such wicked thoughts would feel stroking her pussy.

Kayla loved oral more than most things. She loved when a man went down on her but it didn't seem that happened often as most men in the business world by nature were goal oriented in a sense that usually benefitted them. To be successful in business, you had to be single minded and often selfish and many of the men she had bedded had shown those same qualities in the sack. The worst of the lot also held onto the ridiculous double standard that what was good for the gander, wasn't necessary for the goose. Meaning that while they wanted her to suck them off, they came up with excuses not to reciprocate...leaving her frustrated.

But Mitch left her breasts and looked at her now, directly in her eyes and she felt a wave of headiness strike her, leaving her both apprehensive and excited. Anticipation had always been a compromise between elation and fear, and when his hands moved back to her skirt, she felt it again.

The uncertainty of what he'd do mixed with fervently hoping that he'd do it. His hands hugged her skirt and as he rode it up her thighs, she bit her lip as a new wave of pleasure shook through her. She fidgeted a bit on the table to help him move her skirt towards her crotch.

When not too long ago she had her hands against his chest...

"I wonder how the rest of you tastes," he whispered, riding that skirt up her thighs which he stroked more in passing, and her pussy tingled. Finally it bunched around her waist, leaving her sheathed by her lacy panties, the same soft blue as her bra.

Oh god, he was really going to do it, she told herself as he hooked his fingers on the band of her panties and started tugging them down. She had to help him a bit by lifting her pelvis up, as he slid them downward over her thighs, past her knees...until her pussy nestled in soft downy curls faced him.

He just smiled and placing his hands on her slim waist, he started kissing her, mouthing her really, just above her pubic hair line and then...she arched her back as she felt the warmth moisture of him there, the softness of his breath against her pubis. What kind of lover he would be, she thought with the few seconds of anticipation that awaited until...

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm letting you do this," she gasped.

Because the door still remained open and anyone walking by, would know damn well what they were doing in the room. But Mitch didn't care a whit, as his mouth began gently kissing her pussy lips, sending sensations of warmth up through her body, circling her with that devastating tongue.

She gripped the table or tried to but her fingers cramped. He continued with his kissing, a trail of dampness intermingling with her own slickness.

"Oh...."

That was when he had circled her clitoris with his tongue and she burned for him to take that part of her in his mouth but he danced around it, licking up her moistness, then gently...so much she barely felt it at first, he drew her clitoris inside of him and she screamed.

Damn, she thought briefly, she had just given any one in the vicinity an earful. He must have read her mind because he stopped, leaving her hanging off the edge of some cliff about to slide into an abyss, looking at her.

"I take it that means you like what I'm doing?"

She nodded wordlessly, and then her eyes beseeched him not to stop. He chuckled, and returned to where he had been tormenting her between her thighs. His mouth tantalized, nursing her clitoris to unbearable tightness, his tongue teasing her further by darting in between her lips, causing her to grip the table harder. She threw her head back and murmured, soft and broken.

He coaxed and he cajoled, he pushed and then he receded allowing her to relax just a second before...she didn't know how much more she could take but if he stopped, she'd be lost.

Finally, he swiped her clitoris before thrusting his tongue inside of her, and she nearly jumped, as the tension that had coiled so tightly inside of her as she neared the peak of her endurance, exploded and damn, she nearly fell off the table but he held onto her as he pushed her off the edge of that cliff...and her pussy convulsed sending pulsations of pleasurable pain throughout her as if she were the shore side of an ocean which had sent waves cascading over her.

She grew limp as he still held onto her, her orgasm leaving her relaxed, too much so and very vulnerable. Looking up at him through her sated eyes, she saw hunger inside his own and now she knew it would be time to pay the piper.




Conference Call



"Oh good, you're here. I just dialed in," Allison said.

"That coffee..."

"From last night, just got here myself."

"Damn, who scheduled this call so early?" Harry asked, closing the door.

"Half our crew is overseas, so we're here early," she replied, shrugging her long dark hair off her shoulders.

"But we aren't really involved on this project."

"As soon as we check in we'll put the phone on mute. Then you take a nap or play on your phone," she replied.

"Or..." he said, resting his hand on her knee.

"In the conference room?"

"It's four a.m. who's gonna come in?"

"You're right." 

She grabbed his thigh just centimeters from his cock. He gritted his teeth as it started to grow, working under her hand. When the meeting started they heard, "Okay, who's on the call," Harry quickly responded, "Harry and Allison in Houston," immediately hitting the mute button.

As the phone began flashing he Allison to him ignoring the rest of chatter on the speaker. "I've wanted to do this for the longest time," he whispered sliding his hands to cup her ass.

She smiled slyly, "And I've been wondering for the longest time why you haven't." 

As she tilted her head and leaned forward to kiss him he reached up under her dress. They kissed while Harry fought the elastic in her pantyhose.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispered running her fingers through his light hair.

"What are we whispering for? It's on mute," he replied as he slipped a finger into her. 

"We need to hear what they are saying don't we?"

"It's just a status update, just like last week and the week before," he said, slipping his hand out of her pantyhose and tuning down the speaker volume. "Besides that chatter was distracting me."

She smiled wickedly kicking off her shoes and pulling down her pantyhose. He fumbled with his pants as Allison leaned over the table and hiked up her dress. "Harry," she said loudly toward the phone, "I want you to fuck me in the ass."

Stunned, he let his pants fall to the floor. "But what about..."

"There's lube in my purse."

"In your purse?" realizing the implication.

She merely shrugged and said, "I know what a waste of time these calls are. The lube's in the side pocket"

Nearly tripping, he worked his way out of his pants, grabbed her purse and came back with the lube. Spreading some over his cock he went to put it down, but Allison grabbed it squeezed more on him. She then grabbed his thick cock working the lube all over it.

"There," she said, satisfied he was amply coated. Bending back over the table she looked back and asked forcefully, "Harry, are you going to fuck me in the ass?"

He immediately moved behind her, guided his cock between her cheeks and began working the head in.

"Yes, just like that... keep it slow. Oh yeah, there you have it, keep working it in," Allison directed him. "Yeah deeper now, slowly, but yeah. Now don't move, let me back on to you."

Harry arched his back and as his cock eased into her tight opening. After some initial resistance, he now slid easily until...

"Okay Harry, let me relax some. There now," she groaned.

When he felt her open to him he grabbed her hips and leaned into her. His cock slid in to the hilt as he growled, "There it is, you feel it?"

"Yeah Harry, now give it to me, fuck me."

Surprised at her wantonness he pulled back and then thrust hard into her.

"Again Harry. Faster," she moaned.

Quickening his pace, he noticed she had her hands between her legs working her clit. Feeling the pressure building in his balls he tried to hold off for her.

"Harry, I'm coming."

He let himself go, enjoying the sensation of her tight pulsing ass, feeling her cheeks slap against him and finally, arching his back as he came, spurting his cum deep into her ass.

He wrapped his arms around her waist holding tight until his shrinking cock slipped out of her. Looking at the phone he reached out and hit the cancel button, "I guess the call is over."

"We better get dressed," Allison said grabbing her pantyhose. "You better get cleaned up."

He grabbed his pants and headed to the restroom as Allison followed. After a few minutes Harry stepped into the corridor and waited. When Allison appeared he gently grabbed her ass and said, "Hey that was the best conference call ever."

Allison reached back and slipped her hand over his. After a few moments she moved his hand from her ass and said, "Okay, people will soon be getting into work here."

Almost immediately they heard a tapping on the glass door at the entrance to their offices. They stepped into the reception area and noticed a man wearing a tool belt. Harry unlocked and opened the door.

"I know I'm real early but was wondering if I could work on the phone."

"Which phone?"

"Conference room, came to fix the mute button."

"Mute button?"

"Yeah, flashes like it's working but the sound just goes through. Where's it at?"

Harry pointed to the conference room as Allison slumped down onto the couch.



Conference Call



It's 5:00 pm. Normally, I'd be on my way home by now, like everyone else at the office is, but I have a conference call with the CEO that was supposed to start an hour ago. But, as usual, she's running behind and that means I get to sit here and keep working until she's ready for me. At least with everyone else gone for the day it's nice and quiet. I put on some music, and use the time to catch up on some paperwork I've been putting off for the last week. 

Your knock on the open door startles me. "Come on in Tammy. I thought I was the only one left." I say. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh nothing. I saw a light still on so I was curious who else was stuck here working late on Friday" 

You're a tease. The way you stand there twisting your long brown hair between your fingers. Your smooth tanned legs look amazing and I love the fact that you're showing them off just covering them enough to be professional with that white linen skirt. You're one of the few women around here who's mastered the art of looking sexy without going slutty. I try to focus on your eyes as we talk. Something tells me you know exactly what you do to me and enjoy the tease as much as I enjoy the fantasy. 

"Yes," I sigh. "I'm stuck here until her majesty is ready to start our conference call." 

"Ah. Your turn to get dicked around by the boss lady this week I guess. Better you than me." 

"Yeah. Lucky me. Nicest Friday afternoon we've had all year and instead of sitting on a patio having a beer like the rest I get to sit at my desk and twiddle my thumbs until she decides she's ready to talk about the project and announce how she's going to fuck my weekend up."

"Well," you say with a coy little smile that makes my cock twitch underneath my desk, "there are other things to do at a desk other than twiddle your thumbs."

The tension building in the air is broken as the phone rings. Caller ID lets me know that it's the boss. Time to snap back into reality. 

"Sorry Tammy, that's her. I better take this so I'll see you Monday." I say, giving a weak little wave as I answer. 

She starts in right away ripping into why six months of work is going to get flushed down the toilet. I get the idea she understands why and wants to blow of a little steam. I've learned that with this one fighting fire with fire, or even logic, fails every time. So, I sick back tune her out and get ready to weather out the storm. I lean back in my chair and I see that you're still standing at the door. You're smiling . You turn around real slow, and I figure that you're on your way, leaving me to the lions. But you don't leave, you just keep turning until your facing me and then you put your hands on your hips and bite down on your lower lip.  Ok, now you're really teasing me.

Without another word, you walk over and come around behind my desk. You reach forward , grabbing the back of my chair and spinning me around so I'm facing you. Our eyes lock and for the first time I can see the lust in your eyes that I've felt inside every time I've seen you. You hold my gaze for what seems like forever, but is probably no more than a few seconds and then without a moment's hesitation you drop to your knees and put your hands on my thighs.

A wave of heat rushes through my body. The shock and disbelief of what might, of what I hope, will happen here prevents me from hearing a word that is coming out the phone. I reach forward to touch you, and you promptly put my hand back on the arm rest and shake your finger at me. Your hands slide back down and right to my belt. You open the buckle, slide it apart and undo the top button. You slide my shirt up and lean forward and kiss my stomach. Your hands slide slowly up my chest and the soft touch is replaced with sharpness as you pinch both my nipples at the same time. I always knew that even though you looked like an angel, you were anything but. 

You got me on the edge of my seat, my cock bursting against my jeans. Your hands find your way back down and your fingers slowly, almost tooth by tooth, unzip me, your eyes never leaving mine the whole time. 

I want to hang up so I can focus on this, but now she wants me to give her a rundown on what the next steps are. How in the hell am I going to talk? How can I say anything, let alone something intelligent, with you sitting there between my legs, your fingers and mouth only inches away from my cock. I swallow and start to talk and as soon as I think I'm on track you reach forward and pull my dick out of my shorts and start licking it from the base all the way up to the tip. Long, slow, hot, wet strokes of your tongue. 

Oh shit. Did she hear that? I think she just heard me moan...I keep talking hoping the CEO just dismisses the noise as yawn. I try to keep talking but, now you've got me in your mouth and you're not teasing anymore. You are sucking my cock like I never had anyone do before. You manage to work your other hand in and rub my balls at the same time. Oh God, there's no way I can hold on for long, let alone try and talk. I think fast and ask my boss to explain her "vision" for the project, knowing full well once she gets going on that it'll be hard to get her to stop. I lean over and hit Mute. Then I lean back and get ready. I'm so close and I know I'm going to have the orgasm of my life. I give you a little warning, but you bear down and take me in all the way. The heat, the passion, the sight of your other hand down your panties playing with your pussy and the smell of your sex all at once drives me over the edge. My hips come up as I buck and for what feels like minutes I shoot jet after jet of hot come into your mouth. I sit back as the waves quit crashing and try to absorb what's just happened.

My boss is still droning on, before I know it, as quickly as you came in, you stand up, adjust your skirt and wiping a little white off the corner of your mouth you lean forward, kiss me on the cheek and giving me one last smile, leave. 

I somehow manage to finish the call as I collect myself. I hang up and try and figure all of this out and just as I give up, deciding to just enjoy it, my phone buzzes. It's a text from you. All it says: 
10 minutes
Parking lot, level 2. 
My car.
Your turn.



Conference Call Distraction



You met her online and have been chatting during work. Neither of you has seen the other one, but there is a definite connection. Casual get-to-know you conversation quickly turned to flirting. It wasn't long before flirting became explicitly sexual, each offering erotic descriptions and fantasies. 

You find yourself excited to log on in the morning and see if she's on yet. You know she feels the same; she always responds quickly to your chat requests. You know you will never meet her - there's too much distance between you, too many life circumstances. 

Then one day during your afternoon conference calls you get a video chat request from her. This surprises you. She knows you are on a conference call. And you've never even talked about video chat.

Unsure what to expect, you make sure the sound is turned off and click "join". You see a bedroom, an empty bed. You are trying to pay attention to the call - you need to continue your conversation and answer questions as they come up. But then you see a woman walk into the screen wearing only a matching set of bra and panties in a black and white print. 

She looks into her webcam, like she's looking directly at you, and smiles. Blows you a kiss. And crawls onto the bed. You are unable to look away. Your mind says people would probably say she's average looking, a BBW. But in this moment she's captured your attention and you cannot wait to see what she does next. 

On the bed, facing the camera, she begins to rub her hands over her body. Caressing her shoulders then her arms. Rubbing her chest. Pulling a large breast from her bra and trying to lick the nipple. You watch as she releases it and reaches behind to unfasten her bra, letting her 44DDD's fall free.

Dropping the bra, she uses her fingers to pull on the nipples and then flick them. You have the sound off, you can't hear her, but you can see on her face how hot this is making her.

You see her cry out (with pain? pleasure?) when she pinches those nipples, hard.

You watch, losing focus on your call, as she gently soothes her nipples and lets her hands travel down her belly. Her knees fall open, letting you see her panty covered crotch. 

She runs a hand down each hip to her knees, then back up the inside of her thighs.



Wait... What? Are they talking to you on the call?

You look away so you can figure out what's being said and answer. But you can't help glancing back. Just in time to see a finger disappear under the panties.

Completely forgetting the call, you see her look directly into the camera. She pulls her finger out very slowly. You see the moisture glistening all over it and hold your breath as she brings her finger up to her mouth and licks it.

She smiles at you, knowing that you must be starting to feel in agony. Knowing that as long as you are on your conference call, you can't do anything about it.

She lies back on the bed and her hands return to her pussy. One hand goes into her panties and you can see it rubbing. Your cock is throbbing. You can see the pleasure on her face. You can almost smell her sex....

Her other hand returns to her breasts and starts to rub and knead them. Even with the sound off you can tell she is moaning with the sensations. You can hear it in your head. oh........ god....... uh....... 

Her hips are moving up and down in rhythm with her fingers. Her eyes are closed. Her head is thrown back and moving restlessly. You know she is close to reaching the peak and realize that you also have a wet spot.



No! They are talking to you again! Damn! 

You can't look away. You don't want to miss it when she finds the release she desperately needs. You talk quickly, off the top of your head, and hope that no one can tell you are not even sure what you're saying.

Your pants are too tight. Your cock is dying to get out. But you know if you even touch that zipper you will blow cum everywhere. 

Then you see it. Her body goes tense....

Time stops.

She opens her eyes to look at you through the webcam....

And screams YES, YES, YES.... mouthing your name.....



Conference Call Surprise



The following story contains some of my favorite kinky things: cream pie eating, feet and toe licking and sucking and gratuitous dirty talk. I have attempted to employ stereotypical language by my female character. It's hard enough to write correctly, having a person speak incorrectly was a challenge. 

*

"To twenty wonderful years of marriage to the most lovely and sexy wife a man could ever hope for," Larry toasted as he looked at his bride's warm face and inviting smile. Liza blushed and smiled at her husband and with a chuckle in her voice she replied, "Larry's it's not our anniversary, it's your fucking birthday."

Larry lowered his head, a little dejected at turning fifty even thought the years had been good to him. His health was excellent, he wasn't over weight and he didn't even look forty. But, the calendar told him differently and the idea of being fifty was just a little scary. After all sixty was only ten years away and retirement, social security, and medicare. How did all those years pass so quickly?

"Hey, your still my fuck stud, aren't you?" Liza teasingly asked, knowing how much Larry liked to hear her talk dirty.

"You bet I am, slut, and I plan on showing you tonight," Larry cajoled back. "As a matter of fact I am going to have you sucking my cock on the way home." Larry added with a dirty smirk.

Liza just smiled that his plan for the evening was about to be changed; it was all she could do not to start laughing. Just then Larry's cell phone rang, it was his boss Bill Bright. Liza watched Larry's countenance fall as his boss told him he needed him at the office tonight to handle an important overseas conference call. Liza smiled at the first step in Larry's birthday surprise, a surprise hatched and planed by both her and his boss.

"What's wrong, Honey?" Liza asked, full well knowing what he was about to tell her.

"That was Bill. He says that I have to handle an important overseas conference call tonight. It starts in fifty minutes. I better get going. What a fucking lousy birthday present." Larry lamented as he gave his wife a kiss good-bye.

"Honey, take this with you and when you get to your office I want you to open it and read it. But, don't open it until you are in your office. It will make you feel better, I promise." Liza cryptically enjoined him.

Larry took the card with an appreciative smile figuring it would contain some nasty nude photos of her, perhaps some from a recent fling she had not told him about. After all she wasn't his exclusive slut she enjoyed the privilege of being able to spread her legs with whomever she chose to. Over the past twenty-five years of marriage she had spread her legs for more than a hundred different men. 

Quickly, Liza picked her cell phone up, "he's on his way, be ready for him I want this to be a birthday present he'll never forget."

Larry took a cab to the office, a twenty minute trip of disappointment. Liza always made his birthdays extra special sexually, she always came up with a unique way to surprise him and shock him. He remembered the first birthday after they were married and how she gave her ass hole to him for the first time. Then there was the strip club where she danced naked before a room full of cheering men. Wow, his cock was hard as images of her shaking her tits and bending over so the lusting eyes of dozens of men could get a good look at what he got to fuck.

Then he remembered the card and was about to open it when he remembered her instruction not to until he got to his office. He tapped it on his hand fitfully wondering just what could be in it. What could be so special about it or was it just going to be a mushy I love you so much card that women get off on.

His thoughts were broken by the cabbies announcement, "Were here, Buddy, that'll be eight bucks." Larry handed him a ten and departed the cab and headed toward the office building door. He quickly entered and walked to the elevator for the ride to the tenth floor.

It was dead quiet, it didn't seem like his office without the phones ringing and people walking and talking. Even the lighting was dim and the background music was silent.

Larry looked at his watch, the conference call Bill said he was to handle would start in fifteen minutes. "Well might as well get to it. Maybe Liza might wait up for me." 

With his hand on the door knob Larry was just a second away from a spectacular birthday surprise. A surprise that would make ass fucking his wife for the first time, watching her strip in a gentleman's club or the first time Liza and he did a MFM threesome together look tame.

Larry opened the door, stepped into the room, closed the door and flipped the light on. When he turned about, he was startled to say the least when he saw a lovely young Asian girl lying naked on his desk with her legs up and spread in a wide-open V. 

She was pure Asian fuck meat. Long silky black hair hanging straight and shinny, cascading about her smooth round shoulders puddling on the desk top. Her almond-shaped eyes were cold dark and expressionless, filled with mystery. He watched as her tongue moisten her full lips making her deep red lipstick glisten. Then her tits, a nice easy hand full had amazingly thick dark nipples, swimming in large dark areolas. His eyes continued to drink her in as they slid down her flat firm belly till his gaze found a silky patch of hair adorning her pubic mound and shaved cunt lips.

She continued laying on his desk opening and closing her legs starring at him, smiling content with his reaction to her nakedness. Then she lowered her legs so her lovely petite feet her toes tipped with dark red nail polish were resting on the floor with her ankles crossed and her ass resting on the edge of the desk. She was absolutely stunning to look at, an absolute wet dream.

"Happy birthday," the young naked Asian girl said plainly as she displayed her nakedness to his frozen gaze.

"What the fuck do you mean happy birthday? Whose idea is this? Fuck, Bill, your going to get me divorced." Larry fumed, not that his cock wasn't responding to the lovely young Asian girl. But, fuck his wife made it clear she didn't want him fucking around without her. She insisted that any extramarital sex he'd enjoy would be enjoyed together. Not that she herself adhered to this rule, Larry accepted the fact that he was married to a slut that wanted to be in control.

"Read birthday card," the naked Asian girl implored him.

Larry took the card from his coat pocket wondering how she knew about the card. Then he read it, "Happy Birthday, Larry. First, there is no fucking conference call. The young naked Asian girl you're probably drooling over is your very special birthday gift from me with help from Bill. I know you have a thing for Asian sluts, so I have employed this sweet young whore for your birthday pleasure. She's yours for the evening. Don't worry about me, as you are reading this card I am sucking on Bill's cock. That's right, your boss' cock is in my mouth and will know doubts be visiting my cunt and ass hole while you're enjoying your Asian whore. You see the whore in front of you cost a thousand dollars which Bill and I are splitting. Bill agreed to take my share out in trade. So I guess I am his five-hundred dollar whore for the evening. I love you and have a great time, honey," the card ended.

Larry looked up and dropping the card he smiled at the young Asian whore girl. Slowly, he walked toward her taking in every sensuous curve till he stood before her. "What am I permitted to do with you? And what is your name?" Larry asked, as he gently rolled the whore's inviting nipples between his fingers.

"You wife buy full service from this whore girl. You may pleasure self how you want. My name not important, I just Asian whore girl, call me whatever please you," she replied in the stereotypical manner her clients expected and enjoyed from Asian girls'.

Larry just looked down on the sweet young Asian whore girl, his cock was hard as any man's would be half his age. Liza sure surprised him this time. He never saw this coming, not only was he to have the pleasures of this young Asian girl before him. But, the erotic thought of his wife's mouth pleasuring his bosses cock was a story he was eager to hear from both their perspectives. But, now it was time to do this Asian whore girl.

"Full service, eh?" Larry rhetorically repeated as he pushed the whore girl back onto his desk, then he lifted and pushed her legs back up over her head while holding her ankles together. Akiko was her name, she was just twenty-five and worked as a whore to pay for her husband's medical schooling. Larry was just another man she was being paid to bring pleasure, too. She knew and accepted without emotion that she was nothing more than exotic fuck meat to the man holding her legs. 

Larry held her legs back with one hand and with the other he gently probed the wetness between her cunt lips. Akiko lay there as another stranger fingered her cunt. It was just what they did because they wanted to and were paying for the privilege. A privilege her husband earned through love. 

Then he slid his hand up and with both hands firmly holding her ankles he pulled her feet to his face and pressed soft wrinkled soles firmly to his cheeks. Turning his head, he took the soft smooth arch of one foot into his mouth licking and sucking the tender soft succulent flesh. Then looking down into her dark expressionless eyes' he began licking and sucking her toes.

Larry had many sexual interests, feet, particularly petite ones with straight, well-formed toes, smooth high arches and soft round heels delighted his eyes as he would watch them walk by or when he saw a pair dancing wildly above a man as the two of them fucked. It was one of the main reasons he encouraged his wife to fuck other men.

Now, his attention was shifting, his hands loosened their grip upon the whore girl's ankles his hands began a slow journey down her shapely legs, his fingers following each curve till each hand held a tight ass cheek. Akiko raised her head and looking between her legs she saw this stranger's eyes drinking her cunt in as he licked his lips in preparation of licking her sweet honey. She knew, like all the other men she had pleasured, he was about to taste her sex. This was just business to her, but, his cunt licking would bring her pleasure and her sounds and physical gyrations would heighten the pleasure of her client.

"You, like lick whore girl pussy? Akiko teasingly asked knowing full well that he did. Please, whore girl like pussy licked, you lick pussy, make feel good? Akiko encouraged, eager for his probing tongue to begin its work on her clit.

Smiling, this pleased Larry that this Asian whore girl was not just letting him use her body in a disinterested manner, but seemingly she was wanting him to use her because it brought her pleasure, as well. 

"Yes, I like lick whore girl's pussy. Your pussy looks so wet and juicy." Larry replied as he lowered his face to it. Then pausing, his nose just hovering above her beautiful silk-garnished hole of mystery, he deeply inhaled her rich feminine fragrance as his tongue began licking her large protruding inner cunt lips. 

The whore girl shook and moaned in response, whether it was professional theatrics or real pleasure responses made no difference to Larry, her sweetness was real as was her wetness. This sweet young Asian whore girl was going to be thoroughly licked and savored, she was there for his pleasure it was her job to enjoyment of the sex, because it brought more pleasure to the man she was paid to please. 

Akiko's abdomen began to contract and quiver as Larry flicked his tongue through her whoring wet cunt lips. Her breaths were short and quick, especially when his tongue would circle her clit or descend to her ass hole where he would ream her. Larry knew how to pleasure a woman and took pleasure in doing it. Akiko was always pleased when a client took such joy in giving her pleasure, it made being a whore girl seem less dirty and degrading. If she closed her eyes, she could see her husband's face and in her mind her client's tongue became her husband's. 

Larry could tell the whore girl was enjoying his tongue and that she was apparently approaching orgasm. "Whore girl enjoying my tongue? You want me to make you cum?" Larry asked temporally lifting his head from between her soft warm thighs.

"Yes, yes, please you make cum, make whore girl cum . . . lick, lick pussy real good." Akiko implored with genuine urgency, not professional theatrics.

With his mouth full of her pussy Larry licked and sucked till Akiko screamed in pleasure her head tossing and turning wildly while her feet were clutching the sides of his head as her toes curled and flexed.

After a moment of recovery Larry rose up above the young whore girl to enjoy her flushed face filled with the glow of orgasmic pleasure. If it were his wife, he would linger longer with the pleasuring of her cunt, but this was just a whore girl, there for his pleasure and it was time for something else.

Akiko opened her eyes and smiled dreamily at the man she was being paid to pleasure. Larry pulled her to her feet and simply instructed her to undress him.

The whore girl helped him remove his suit coat, carefully hanging it on the back of a chair. Larry walked over to the lovely naked whore, removing his tie as he walked. Her fingers were like lightening as they undid each button till his shirt joined his suit coat. 

Then with wanton hunger in her eyes, or at least he thought that's what he saw as she looked up at him her hands lightly touching his ribs. Then with no instruction or coaching she smiled and knelt before him her hands deftly undoing his belt. A moment later his pants were on the back of the chair. Now, all that remained were his shorts and they were being gently and smoothly pulled down freeing his raging hard cock ready to do this Asian whore girl like she had never been done, at least that's what Larry was hoping he'd do to her.

Akiko looked at the cock before her. She had entertained over a hundred of these things, she thought this one measured an above average seven inches. Looking up and smiling in her most professional wanton smile of desire, she wanted the client to believe that she was most pleased with his cock. Still feeling the after shocks of her orgasm, it wasn't hard to be convincing.

"You like me to sucky?" Akiko asked in a typical uneducated stereotypical Asian whore girl accent. "Me want to sucky you cock." Akiko repeated bringing her parting lips next to Larry's erection.

"Yes, you sucky my cock whore girl, you make feel good." Larry answered in a mocking manner as his hand took gentle hold of her head. Akiko recognized his impending desire to fuck her face. Most men she pleasured enjoyed this. Some were gentle others were mildly to severely savage about how they used her mouth. Even the ones that took the time like Larry had done to give her pleasure would now begin using her like a whore, now it was her professionalism that would get her through to the end. She would now detach herself from the humiliating degrading use the man in front of her was about to subject her to, while making him believe she was enjoying his ravishing use of her body.

Larry watched as the whore girl quickly engulfed his cock into her mouth. She twisted her mouth about the shaft, flicked her tongue across the tip and with a smooth steady tempo she would bob her head up and down upon it, punctuating a series of bobs with a deep hard plunge forcing his cock into her throat. This would produce a hard gag and after several hard gags thick frothing strings of saliva hung from her mouth and her eyes were watering as she looked up at her client. Most men were pleased with this type of blow job and would move on to fucking her pussy, but Larry wasn't like most men, he enjoyed face fucking a woman particularly his wife when she returned from one of her slut outings. It was his way of showing her she was his slut and that her dalliances with other men's cocks came with a price.

Larry took his saliva coated cock and slapped her face with it as he smeared her saliva around. Then Akiko felt Larry's fingers lace tightly in her hair as she placed his cock between her lips again. "Okay, whore girl, let's see just how deep you can take it." Larry condescendingly said as he looked down on her . His thrusts were slow and gentle, at first, but as the whore girl relaxed and yielded her mouth and throat to his pleasure they became faster and harder. Soon the room was filled with obscene degrading guttural gulping sounds from the whore's throat. This was nothing more than "consensual" rape.

Larry loved these sounds as he ravished her throat. As he held his cock in the whore girl's throat, he imagined briefly his wife gagging on his bosses' cock. Nearing the end of throat fucking the whore girl, Larry rammed his cock to the hilt repeatedly causing the whore girl's eyes to bulge open. Then with a gasp he withdrew his cock permitting her to breath again. 

Akiko knelt before Larry coughing and spitting, her eyes watering she whimpered as she looked up at the man that just finished pleasuring himself with her mouth. Would he want more, it was his call, she was just a whore girl and a well-paid one at that?

"Okay, whore girl, if I keep face fucking you I will cum way too soon. Lets see what that sweet tasty Asian whore pussy feels like," Larry said as he pressed his foot up between her open thighs in a degrading gesture so he could wiggle his toes between her cunt lips. 

Larry quickly lead her back over to his desk to the side he sat on. He maneuvered her so her ass was on the edge right where he sat. Then he pushed her back onto his desk and with his hands holding her legs back and open, he once again lowered his face to her gaping cunt and began licking her sweet honey.

"Ooooo, yes . . . you like lick whore girl pussy some more? Yes, please lick whore girl pussy more." Akiko encouraged hopping that she would get some more oral pleasure in return for the savage face fucking she just endured.

All too happy to oblige, Larry began licking the whore girl from her clit to her ass hole again stopping only so he could lick her feet and suck her toes. What a carnal feast Larry was having with this whore girl.

"So tasty you are, whore girl." Larry said as he pulled her toes from his lips with a smack. Then holding her by the ankles, he pulled her feet down to his cock. Akiko recognized the new sexual desire. This man wasn't unique in his foot fetish, she'd seen this many times and now her feet were being directed to give him a foot job. 

Larry watched as the whore girl with great skill held his cock between her toes and feet. How she would gently caress his balls and force his cock between her long straight toes. Then holding them together she firmly fucked his cock with her feet till once again his strong hands took her by the ankles and guided her toes soaked with pre cum back to his mouth.

As she watched him greedily licking and sucking on her feet and toes she felt his hands slide down her legs till they reached her hips. She was repositioned on the desk top so her ass was just over the edge, her legs were pulled open her knees pushed back Larry quickly bent over and took another lick from between her legs, then she felt him slapping his cock on her upturned ass cheek. With her signature expressionless stare she waited to be penetrated to have her pussy filled with yet another strangers cock and most likely sperm. Half the men, that used her, filled her pussy the other half filled her mouth.

Then in stereotypical fashion Akiko looked up from between her legs and said, "Be gentle with whore girl pussy. You so big and whore girl pussy so tiny."




Conference Call Surprise



Men loved this, they felt powerful when a whore lying under them looked apprehensive about accommodating their cock. Akiko however had no fears, her cunt could handle the biggest of cocks with ease.

With staged apprehension the whore girl watched as Larry rubbed his cock through her wet slit, then she felt the tip positioned, the grips of his hands tighten about her tiny narrow hips, then a hard smooth deliberate thrust and Larry's cock was in her pussy.

Even as experienced as she was the initial thrust and filling of her pussy always took her breath causing her to gasp and sometimes shriek. This time was no different, she cried out in feigned discomfort, her thighs squeezing hard against Larry's sides. 

"Oh, you so big, you so big . . . Ooooo . . . Ohhhh . . . Ahhhh . . .!" Akiko cried out and began whimpering and crying like Asian porn sluts do as her cunt was pummeled relentlessly by Larry's cock. Each stroke drove the tip of his cock into her womb, followed by a complete withdraw that left her fuck hole gaping.

"You like fucky? You like fucky whore girl? Larry snarled twice in order to get his obscene degrading question through to the crying whore's ears. Larry would never consider hurting a woman in order to pleasure himself. But, this was a whore, she knew what she was there for and know doubt knew how to give herself over to a hard uncaring fuck. Her cries and screams were part of an act which she was very good at. So not receiving a response he slammed his cock into her repeatedly as hard as he could till the whore's eyes were tearing and her mouth was in a contorted silent cry.

"I said, do you like fucky? You like my big cock in your tiny pussy, whore girl?" Larry yelled as he resumed his rape like thrusting. Akiko just thrashed and kicked her heels against Larry's thrusting hips.

"Yes, yes whore girl love fucky, whore girl love you big cock pussy." Akiko finally replied in mock hysterical indignation of how he was using her. She looked and sounded humiliated and degraded. Though this was just an act on her part the feelings of humiliation were often very real to her, which made her tears and cries all the easier. 

The thrusts changed to slow deliberated strokes till Larry decided he wished to take her differently. A sudden withdrawal left Akiko feeling empty and the absence of his body permitted the cool office air to wick away the sweat from her body making her feel cold and vulnerable. 

Larry grabbed the whores arm and jerked her off his desk causing her to stumbled against him. He quickly spun her around, he then sat down in his office chair pulling the whore girl's naked ass down into his lap.

"Now, ride me, whore girls, slide that dirty fuck hole of yours up and down my cock," Larry's next degrading order.

Akiko reached between her legs till her fingers found her clients cock. Next, she expertly guided it to her fuck hole and with a squeal she lowered her self down on it till she was fully impaled. Then without being told she began to bounce up and down on it so each bounce caused her fuck hole to travel the entire length of Larry's cock. Larry just sat back and enjoyed the whore's feverish fucking, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her ass slamming down on his lap and the pathetic whimpering and crying she did as she fucked herself on his cock.

Then without warning Larry pushed her off his cock, standing he guided her forward against his desk, then he pushed her face down on it. She was quickly mounted from behind like a bitch. The hard thrusting impacted hard on her tight little ass as she was pushed further onto the desk till just her toes were just touching the floor, her tits and face uncomfortably pressed into the desk top.

She could tell from experience that this rape like fuck she was receiving was nearing its end. The cock in her cunt would frequently stop to slow the inevitable flood of sperm. 

"Whore girl, like my cock in her cunt? Where can I deposit my sperm, whore girl? My balls are boiling and needing release." Larry whispered into her ear not caring where she might say he could release his sperm. He had already decided that he wanted to see his sperm dripping from her whore hole.

Akiko loved this part of the fuck, whoring wasn't just business to her she loved role playing it added to the customer's satisfaction and her tip. This whore girl loved to fuck, but most of all she loved how savage and animal like men would use her and fill her full of sperm even when she pleaded for them not to.

"You cum, you put sperm in whore girl's mouth. I want to taste you, swallow you sperm, please, please you so big . . . go so deep into pussy you might put baby in me, please pull out and put sperm in mouth," Akiko pleaded through cries and helpless whimpers.

Larry kept his cock pegged to the hilt as he firmly held her down on his desk. What a fantastic fucking whore his wife and boss had gotten him, she was amazing it was hard to tell if she were acting or not.

"Fuck, whore girl, you're supposed to take care of that business. I am not pulling out of your fuck hole, I am going to fill it full of baby making sperm." Larry replied harshly with no regard to her pleas for withdrawal. 

After two hard relentless minutes of raping the whore girls fuck hole Larry groaned loudly as he released a torrent flow of potent sperm into the whore girl's womb. "Oh, yeah, whore girl, can you feel it, can you feel my sperm flowing into her fucking womb?" Larry laughingly asked as he listen to her whimper and cry, still pleading that he not deposit his sperm into her womb.

The two of them lay panting across his desk. Akiko felt well used by this client, his cock still retained hardness as it remained in her cunt, acting as a plug so the river of sperm deposited in her stayed in her. What would be next she thought? How would this man wish to use and degrade her body? His cock was softening which would prevent any immediate fucking. Then licking her lips, Akiko smiled at the prospect of cleaning his cock with her mouth. The mixture of sperm and pussy juice was always a delicious post fuck delicacy to her.

Then she felt his weight begin to lift from her ass and his long soft cock began to slip from the depths of her womb. For a brief moment she felt the cool air wick across her naked ass and a trickle of sperm on her thigh as it slowly began to drain from her.

"On your back, whore girl, I want to see how full you are." Larry commanded, as he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red hand print. Once on her back, Larry had her hook her elbows behind her knees so she would be spread wide.

Akiko still panting watched as he lightly touched and fingered her gooey cunt lips. Then unexpectedly Akiko watched as Larry lowered his mouth to her cunt and began licking her clean. Only two other men had ever cleaned her cunt after they had dirtied it with their sperm. How wonderful a treat to have a man tenderly lick away the sloppy mess created by his ravishing cock. 

Larry loved to clean sperm filled pussy. This was why he enjoyed and encouraged his wife's slut activities. He enjoyed the vicarious experience of his wife's cheating pleasures by tasting the fruit of it. Now, he was drinking in the pleasure he released into this whore's cunt. 

With one last slurp he pushed back from his Asian whore girl cream pie. Akiko looked up smiled and extended her hand so he could help her to her feet. Once upon her feet Akiko looked up and smiled and said, "you make whore girl pussy feel oh so good, was cream pie tasty?"

Larry just smiled and nodded in quiet exhaustion. Akiko knelt briefly and licked Larry's cock clean, being careful not to revive the raping snake in her mouth. It was over, her fee was earned. Happily but with some sadness Larry watched the whore girl dress. Then he tipped her a couple of a hundred dollars and walked her, still naked himself, to the elevator.

With her arms about his neck she stood on tip toes so she could give him a rare mouth to mouth kiss. Like most whores kissing was held back only for someone she cared for or loved. Or in Larry's case someone she appreciated. Though he was rough on her and thought of her as nothing more than a whore, he did give her repeated pleasure.

"You give whore girl good fucking and wonderful feelings with you mouth." Akiko whispered.

The elevator door open, she stepped in and the door closed. Larry did a victory dance all the way back to his office.

On the way down in the elevator Akiko called home on her cell phone. "Hi, honey, I am all finished with my client. Yes, I was a very good whore girl for him and he gave me a two hundred dollar tip and a nice full belly of sperm. I can still feel some of them swimming in my womb. Maybe tonight I have a baby growing in me." Akiko taunted her husband knowing, like her client Larry, he enjoyed his wife bringing home cream pie, too.



Conference Calls



...so; the idea then is to teach the teachers to teach the program. You come highly recommended as the premiere individual to carry this off effectively.

We have the curriculum design. It needs to be tested in preparation for the piloting of The International Institute on Gender and HIV/Aids.

Of course, we seek your professional opinion as to the curriculum model. We welcome your advisement on presentation. The Atlantic Centre of Excellence for Women's Health will retain autonomy over factual content.

We are talking about a three day workshop in Halifax, NS, opening with a plenary session and then breaking out into discussion groups which will test and critique the program.

One of the key factors is that the modules have an extremely clean ability to translate and be teachable universally, without losing the essence of the vision and mission of the organization.

Dr. Chaudhuri, it is your international reputation and ability that lead us to seek you as our facilitator.

 That was my first contact with Danyaal. Dr. Danyaal Chaudhuri, a well respected professor of modern communications. 

Dr. Chaudhuri did accept our invitation, and in fact waived his usual fee, asking only for his accommodation, travel and meals. He felt our mission worthy, and donated his time.

This conference has been a good long time in the planning. I've been full focused at it, working from my home base: Toronto. 

How easy these days to be in conference planning. The internet has made the world so accessible. My work has become quite enjoyable to me in its connection to the world through solitude. 

Me, in my happy little office, a single room in my apartment; quiet, pleasant, and yet connected among nations. How different it is now compared to the past, when we needed to be forty or fifty in the same office, the same space, phones ringing off hooks, sharing fax machines, hard files and information.

These days my office is intimate. It works for me. My way is to mix my organizational ability with my true personality. So, along with my computer, books and manuals; there are flowers, incense, and decorations. It is a retreat. I am comfortable at work.

When I email back and forth, I am receiving in my intimate space. My mood: intimately matching.

 Agendas, ideas for curriculum design, evaluation models, even those personal details of hospitality; all of these things I have discussed with Danyaal.

Yes. Danyaal.

It has been a long time since I have called him Dr. Chaudhuri. "I am Danyaal, Beverly. Call me Danyaal".

We, at some point; skipped beyond simple email, to telephone conversations. Those eventually became daily conversations. We developed a funny little routine out of a three day game of phone tag and increasingly teasing messages.

Danyaal,  leaves some piece of voice mail for me: Any subject under the sun but for HIV/Aids. I return a voice mail in response. Day after day, the messages become lined with undertones. We hint to each other over and over in a hundred different ways without ever coming to the point. "I am romantically interested in you." 

That,  is understood. 

 I have adjusted my timing. I slept during my North American days, so I could be awake, there, in South East Asian time. Danyaal time.

He and I have developed a habit of speaking to each other. In fact, there is, at least in my mind, some odd sense of interdependence.

It was the daily conversations we had, that at times had little or nothing to do with the business at hand, which created this kinship.

"And how is the Tota? (parrot)" I might ask.

"Where were you today when I called at 11:00?" he might ask.

And sometimes, with the hint of a sigh or the slip of laughter, we might delve in deeper yet to our emotions as man and woman. 

"Why the sigh Bev?" Danyaal would ask.

"A sigh of happiness Danyaal. You are a joy in my day."

Comments such as these became common in the last few months of our communications. Each of us felt certain gratitude in minutes spent together, and made no secret to the other of the pleasure.

 Danyaal has a subtle way. His voice is at once commanding and gentle. He has an elegance he need not speak of, for it just is. I sense totally apparent elegance in a man who has never appeared before me.

When I first saw his photo, in the directory of public speaking professionals I was taken by attraction. I am a single woman with open eyes.

We have talked so often now; usually opening with a joke or two and then floating into business (almost as a premise at times). Our discussions have often entered the realm of the personal. 

I know, Danyaal too, is single. Unlike myself though, who has lived a full married life; Danyaal has let me know that he has led a singular life, never married, and while at times attached, never completely bonded. Not bonded, as I had been in that so called "eternal" sacrament of marriage.

 I cannot really say at what point it was that Danyaal and I crossed the boundaries of protocol, or who really instigated it. I can only say that we are beyond the professional. Together, our minds have danced in other realms.

We are meeting here on the train, from Toronto to Halifax, and to be sure, I will be on my best professional behavior, which is what I expect from Danyaal.

Yet, there are those things, those between the lines messages that tell me this train ride will not just be a final confirmation of planning and organization.

Completely unspoken: this train ride, is about Danyaal and Beverly meeting. 

I boarded the train in North Bay, my home town. I wanted to take the time to visit my family. Danyaal was to board in Toronto.

He insisted, much to my dismay, that I not meet him as he boarded, but instead over dinner, in the evening. It was against my good manners to allow a guest to arrive ungreeted, but Danyaal has a very firm way and is practical. 

"I will want to go directly to my compartment to shower and relax" he told me. "I don't want to be travel weary when we meet."

It made sense; as Danyaal always did. 

The idea left me smiling. I am a romantic, and Danyaal, with gorgeous eloquence and true gentleman style has me smitten. I have spent many hours now imagining meeting Danyal over dinner for the first time.

I planned, for myself. I am used to this; dressing my skin, my hair and my body as if they were going to be discovered by a lover. It is private, for me; a silent promise to my imaginary Prince Charming that should he arrive, I will be ready for him.

Danyaal. Prince Charming. Not too far apart these two, in my mind.

 I had reserved a dinner table and pre-ordered meals, according to the preferences Danyaal had indicated.

My dress was a simple doubled slip of a silk gown; blues and greens. Not one for the big flashy do, I have loose hair, and simple makeup. The jewelry is minimal, the shoes leather strapped mules.

And beneath?

Well; there is nothing beneath. It is because I have an imagined moment, and I prepare for imaginary moments. 

Beneath my dress is naked skin and soft scent.

 I will not go on about how Danyaal and I greeted each other personally for the first time (his kiss to the back of my hand, raising a burning flush in my cheeks) nor will I rehash the events and discussions during and after dinner. 

The aura of the evening: I will describe that.

 We had begun anew, as if we had not intimated at all. 

Both of us represented ourselves first as professionals, in acknowledgement that it was professional association which had brought us together.

As the train rumbled beneath us, our hearts began to rumble within us. Flirtations began flying. Our eyes did a dance of domination and submission, sometimes wicked flashing, sometimes lowered lashing.

 Although I was the official host, it was Danyaal who made the overt invitation.

"I am remembering a message from a while back Beverly. You described how you would like to receive your first kiss on the lips from me. Do you recall?" asked Danyaal, with seriousness of tone.

He made me blush by bringing up a subject I had teased and jested about. I had opened that door with a flippancy that was met by something quite unexpected. Danyaal took the idea of a kiss to the lips and went someplace I had never been and was shocked to go. The entire conversation flooded back to me and I was pulled into the abyss.

"I recall, yes." I spoke with a quiet nod.

Danyaal took my hand, and guiding me to my feet, drew me towards him: close enough for a kiss, but us both knowing it would not happen here and now.

"Come with me Bev. Come with me to my compartment. It is time."

 My legs trembled as we walked. The motion of the train did me no favors.

Danyaal instinctively reached out and held me at the waist; his hand barely there, ready in gentleman fashion to steady me should I stumble.

And then, as we reached his door, he escorted me through, his hand slipping to the lower curve of my spine, applying a gentle pressure, which I walked away from.

Inside the compartment, it was a moment in time. 

I turned and watched him, his back never to me. At the sound of the final closing of the door, we both smiled tremendous happy smiles.

I stood ground. He walked to me. The closer he got, the softer our smiles became. In five steps the smiles were off the visage and left in the eyes.

Within arms length, he stood, and said

"Tell me how I am to receive your first kiss to the lips."

"Oh!" I breathless.

"Tell me." He gentle but firm.

"I....I..." My vocal chords have disappeared.

Seconds span like centuries.

He waits.

I whisper "I can't talk."

 He looks into my eyes and he speaks without words. He tells me he needs to hear me.

And so, then I too begin to speak without words.

I look into his face and I see he is observing me closely. I smile so happy to see him. The back of my fingers on both hands stroke over the arches of his cheek bones.

His head automatically responds with a tilt of the chin upward.

To his hair my fingers run, combing through its neat strands. My fingertips seek out the tensions in the scalp. Tensions are found. I stroke them away with the soft pads of my fingers. He hums a soft approval.

Still, he does not move. Still he is observing me.

And I observe too.

In the deep darkness of his pupil I see myself.

I grow, open, and loosened, free in the view of his eyes.

"The first kiss . . ."

I have begun. I cannot turn back.

"The first kiss shall have you naked Danyaal."

And so, I proceed to strip him of the coverings he bore.

Half. I went half way, removing all of his adornments above the belt.



It was only at this point, that I actually dared to touch any of the skin that I had uncovered. My hands did a tactile exploration of his chest, his arms, and his shoulders.

I felt my eyes and my nostrils flare in inhalation at the same time. His did too. 

Electric.

I bent my face to his chest, and licked and sucked and kissed the nipples which sat so neatly on his firm chest. Ah! the sensation! the response!

From there my tongue sought upward tasting the salt of his skin, to his throat.



The throat. Danyaal and I, we have discussed the throat.

It is instinct. As I recall the discussion I am taken in animal passion and bite his neck.

He slaps my face away without intent.

We both stand shocked.

Then laugh.

"You! You nourish me. Make me verdant" I smile happily.

 The words he speaks in return shock me as another slap. 

These awakening slaps!

"In you I find a fertile field rendered sterile by drought. I find it my duty to irrigate you."

He is not smiling. He is not scowling. He is stating his position with cutting brutality. I know it. I've heard it. We have talked, that talk. I am reeling now to be in the very position he chose. The position I agreed to be in.

Stunned, I babble. "To irrigate? . . . irrigate?"

My eyes search his face "Tell me truth! Make me true! Cleanse me." It is not my voice that cries. It is my skin. The nerves there-under. Every slip of silk on my skin is him touching. He has a thousand fingers on a thousand nerves. 

He knows he has me. He smiles patiently. He knows I know. 

He knows I can answer myself. "To irrigate? . . . irrigate"

He stands half naked and all bold.

"Yes. With my presence, spiritually. With my passion, sexually. With the flow of me, physically. Now. You tell me Beverly. How am I to receive your first kiss?"

My eyes lower, my head drops, my mouth eats at itself. I am chewing my bottom lip.

Why? Why must I say it?

"Oh!" I cry out, called upon to speak words I have spoken before through the safety of distance. I shiver at the danger present. Should I offer what I know? Will I be met head on? What if I misunderstood? What if I don't know anything at all? 

What if? What if.

He sees he has me frightened. He smoothes my hair, soothing me. Soon, I am comforted by his gentle touch. I can smile again and do, into Danyaal's eyes, loving him completely.

Diving forward head first, I dare to speak.

I dare to complete the first kiss.

"You shall be naked."

And I make him so.

Glorious.

 "I shall kiss your lips."

And I do.

Ah! The first taste of my dream's lips. The first moistening of my mouth with his mouth! The passion, his passion, mine. Churning. Burning. Butter smooth and melting.

 There is no describing the magic of the first kiss between lovers. I will not attempt it. I hope you know. I hope you have felt it. How can I tell you the rest of this story if you haven't?

I trust you will understand. I will go on.

I, in my gown, kneel before him, naked before me.

With only a slight lifting of my face I am lips in line with lann.

My lips part. I look to his face and speak.

"You shall enter my mouth."

"Oh?" he asks, teasing me as if he doesn't know where I'm going. Of course he knows. He is the cartographer.

I smile at his cockiness. I return it. 

"Yes Danyaal. I am here on my knees. Look, if I just poke out my tongue we connect." I lick out and lay velvet warm strokes of tongue on his semi erect phallus. It flexes itself against my tongue. We both gasp..."Ah!"

Mmm. Yes. My tongue licks more with delight. Joy. Love. My eyes close and my mouth opens and finds the head so smooth to suck in between my lips and deep in my mouth. I am gone. I am beyond redemption.

On my knees I am, my hands palm flat on the front of my hips, not grabbing but more as a two way touch pad. My center fingers stroke circles on his flesh. As my mouth sucks and chews on him my mind transcends. I am listening to him through his penis. He talks to me.

He reminds me that I can be washed clean. He reminds me that he told me he could cleanse me - would cleanse me. And I am here. On my knees.

I swallow deeply in practice. I am prepared.

 The throat.

How vulnerable. How vital. I am on my knees with my throat exposed by the arch of my neck and the lifting of my face to the sunshine and darkness that is Danyaal. The open exposure of the throat, the willing sacrifice of it to receive His water; therein lays both the vulnerability and the desire for vitality.

He promised rebirth. For me. It is not a matter of trust for me. It is a matter of faith.

In good faith, that he is an angel in guidance, I am ready to drink what he no longer has use for and is ready to pass on to the world. Let it filter through me!

Danyaal naked and standing. I fully dressed and kneeling. His cock semi erect, ready to urinate in my mouth.

 I'm not going any further with the personal details. You are shocked and I know it is so. It takes, and took me, a great deal of thought to be here with understanding.

However a man and a woman choose to unite their spirits, with mutual consent and without threat to others, it is right and good.

I feel no shame. I drank. 

Danyaal delivered me from shame.



Conference Coitus



"Damn it's cold in here," I think, wishing that I could shove my hands into my bra to warm up my achingly taut nipples. I cross my legs again in an attempt to stay awake as yet another vice president of blahblahblah spouts company rhetoric. As my left leg drops over my right knee, my skirt slides a little higher up my thigh than probably it should, given the environment. I don't care though, you are wearing cologne or aftershave that probably has more to do with making my nipples taut then the freezing temperatures in the room. I glance over at you and notice your awareness of the view of my thigh. I smile innocently as you catch my gaze, thinking it will embarrass you. I am wrong, and I am surprised. You hold my gaze, slowly smiling and lowering your glance back to my thigh. I find myself warming as the blush creeps up my face—not usually one to be demure, I find myself unable to look you in the eye. From my surreptitious glance I see your slightly smug smile as you gives your attention back to Mr. BlahBlah at the front of the room. I can no longer concentrate and just let my mind wander. I imagine you reaching over to slide your hand up my thigh where we sit. The thought makes me squirm and I am forced to uncross my legs and sit a little straighter trying to fight for control. 

Eventually, Mr. BlahBlah has finished his presentation and we all clap politely as we gather our materials—pretending to be excited over the reports we are required to complete for tomorrow morning's session of the conference. Inwardly I am groaning---I was looking forward to climbing naked into the smooth Egyptian cotton sheets and enjoying the quiet evening. "So much for that little fantasy," I mutter. 

"Excuse me?" you ask. 

"Oh nothing," I reply. "Shit. I said that out loud," I think to myself. 

"I was looking forward to a nice drink at the bar and then relaxing in my room. And now we have this damn report to do!" 

I laugh, "That's actually what I was just muttering about!" 

You chuckle. "I bet EVERYONE is muttering—but smiling about it so they don't appear disgruntled!" 

"You are probably right. Well, enjoy your evening of reports!" I lean over to grab my bag so that I can go grab a bite to eat and perhaps one drink before thrusting myself into the land of reports and spreadsheets. 

"Hey, I have an idea," you say, gathering your belongings also. "If you'd like, maybe we can grab dinner, discuss the reports, then do them together so that we can have some portion of our evening be enjoyable." 

The smile on your face charms my nipples into tautness again as I again imagine your hands on me. "That sounds great!" 

"How about we meet in the lobby in twenty minutes and have dinner at the restaurant. I've heard it's actually not vile and that the drinks are good." 

"Sounds like a deal!" As I walk passed you, you put your hand on the small of my back and walk with me. Your hand through my thin blouse is scalding, instantly warming the chill of the room out of my entire body. We continue to make small talk as we exit the conference, introducing ourselves. 

"My room is on the first level," you tell me. 

"I'm on 3. I will see you in twenty?" 

"Sounds great. I'm not going to change---except I'm losing the jacket and tie. I hope that's ok. I didn't really pack any presentable in public clothes except the suits."



"Me either! I was just looking forward to getting comfortable and having room service."



"Well, if you'd rather not go to dinner...." 

"Oh, no! That's not it. I'm glad you suggested combining efforts. I think it will go much faster and then we'll be able to do what the bosses want AND we can have a chance to relax," I reassure you. 

"Ok, see you in twenty!" 

Once in my room, I toss my luggage down, put my laptop bag on the desk, and go into the restroom and get a glance at the flush of my skin just thinking about being near you for an extended period of time. "Damn! You are not a teenager any more. You are a professional woman. Get a grip. He is probably not interested in you like that anyhow." Ignoring myself, I massage lotion onto my arms and on my neck. The scent of gardenia rises to mingle with the memory of the scent of you. I slide my hand inside my bra and rub lotion on my breast, pinching the nipple. I repeat on the other side, closing my eyes and imagining it is your hand. I shake my head to snap myself into reality so that I can make it to the lobby. I can feel the damp in between my legs and the accompanying ache. I wish I had time to give myself release so that I can concentrate on the reports we'll have to do after dinner. I decide that if you are going to remove the constrictions of your tie, I'm going to eliminate my hose. I slide them down and realize that my legs could use lotion as well. I lift my bare leg onto the counter and rub the lotion slowly up my ankle to calf and down again. I pour more lotion into my hand and massage the silky smooth gardenia scent along my thigh. At the top, near the dampness, I allow the back of my hand to graze the moist heat. I bite my lip—wishing again we'd agreed on thirty minutes. Quickly I apply lotion onto the other thigh, wondering if I should put the hose back on to get myself under control. I decide that I will live dangerously and hope that I remember not to bend over too far and expose that I was most decidedly not wearing panties. I spray a touch of identical scent over my dress and turn out the light. I grab my room key and purse, take a deep breath and prepare to torment myself with your nearness for dinner. 

As I step off the elevator, I see you walking towards the lobby. I feel the tightening in between my legs and hope that you aren't aware of the thoughts that I'd had about you just moments ago. 

"You got comfortable as well," your eyes slide up my bare legs. 

"It's only fair! You got to take off your noose!" 

You laugh as you again place your hand on the small of my back. "True. True. Let's have dinner." 

Dinner is a blur. I am sure the dinner tasted fabulous. My drink is made to perfection. Tart and sweet. "Just like me," I smile to myself. 

"What's that smile for?" 

"Oh, nothing. Was just enjoying my drink. Although if we are going to get this report done and be able to get some sleep before the meeting in the morning I think I need to stop drinking." I think I keep the blush from creeping into my face again, but I thought I'd kept the smile to myself too. 

"Are you sure you don't want another?" as you ask, your hand touches my bare arm and my skin sizzles at the connection. 

I can't even speak I am so inexplicably turned on at the slightest of physical connection so I merely nod my assent. I shift not so uncomfortably in my chair and as I do, my leg connects with yours. "I have clearly had too much to drink already," I think as the heat immediately goes straight up my leg to the increasingly moist area between them. I finally notice that you are entirely still, looking at me. I hope that you are having the same reaction so that I'm not alone in my state. 

The waitress brings us what I've determined is truly the last round for me. You tilt your beer bottle towards my drink, "To our combined efforts." I smile and nod. 

I'm not sure how I make it through the rest of the drink. My throat feels dry despite the icy liquid. My mind has taken me places it shouldn't go with a co-worker. Somehow it doesn't seem to matter to the rest of my body—tight with anticipation of what I'm afraid may be a one sided desire. 

I find myself standing with you in the lobby, not sure exactly sure of the details bringing us to this point. 

"Your room or mine?" I shake myself out of a lustfilled haze at your question. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Should we do the report in your room or mine? Or would you be more comfortable dragging the laptops and the rest of what we need down here?" 

"Oh, yes. I wasn't thinking clearly. Perhaps I shouldn't have had that last drink! My room is fine. I have my laptop, I just need to power it up. Do you need to stop by your room first for anything?" 

"I need to grab one thing and then I can meet you at yours, say, in ten minutes?" 

"Sounds great. Room 3151. See you in ten." I go up to my room and power up the laptop. I also take the chance to freshen up and apply a touch more lotion. My hand lingers near the moist heat between my thighs as I hear a knock at the door. I take a deep breath and let you in. 

"Ready for me?" you smile. 

"Absolutely!" At this point I'm pretty happy I'm not a man. If I were, in the state of excitement that I'm in I would be sporting an erection I wouldn't be able to hide. At this thought, I can't resist sliding my eyes down from your waist to see if you are having the same problem I am. Unfortunately, you are moving towards the desk and my laptop. 

"I am a 'hunt-n-peck' kind of typist. Do you mind typing?" As you speak, you are pulling out the chair for me. 

"Don't mind at all," I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to stand anyway. 

I plug your thumbdrive with your data into the computer, not missing the point of inserting something of yours into mine which does nothing to aide my accuracy of typing. At some point I actually begin focusing on the task at hand, successfully pushing away lustful thoughts although I can feel the warmth of your body slightly behind yet still next to me as you watch me enter the data into the report. 

"You plugged in the wrong value," you say, leaning forward to point at a line of data. I can feel your chest directly pressing against my shoulder. Instantly I feel my nipples tighten. 

"Whoops. There. Fixed," I can barely speak but am determined not to look idiotic. 

I turn my head towards you to ask you a question and am surprised to see you r face so close to mine. Instantly my senses are overwhelmed with the scent that had been making me crazy all day. You look down at me, my mouth open. 

"Yes?" 

I look up at you, puzzled that you are asking me this. 

"Did you want to say something?" you smile. 

I blink, confused and dazed by the overwhelming sensation of having you so close. "I forgot." 

"Ahh." Just this gentle noise vibrates through my entire body. It must show how much I am affected, because that slow smile crosses your face again as you turn back towards the laptop. 

"Ok, back to this." I bite my lower lip and try to concentrate on work. Discussion returns again to the task at hand although every so often I have to drag my mind back to it. I can't tell if you are having the same difficulty. It doesn't seem as if you do which disappoints me. 

"Now, right there, I think you should highlight this number." This time when you lean to point at the report, I feel your hand on my right shoulder. I imagine that I feel a slight squeeze. 

"Good point." As I shift in the chair, I feel you pressing against me. This time I'm pretty sure that I'm not imagining it and I realize I may have been incorrect in my earlier assumption that you aren't feeling the electricity at our touches. Unless you have something hard in your pocket, I am pretty sure you have something hard in your pants that you are pressing ever so gently against my arm on the armrest of the chair. My breathing quickens and shortens, and I lick my lips hoping I'm right. 

I turn to look at you again; you look down at me and smile. "I think we're done." 

I start to panic, thinking maybe now that the report is done, you will leave. 

"Let me just save this to my stick." You lean forward from behind me, your arms encircling me as your fingers fly along the keyboard in commands. 

"Hunt and peck?" I question. 

"I may have underestimated my typing abilities." 

"Perhaps a bit." 

"Can I confess something?" Your fingers have completed their task, yet you remain leaned around me. 

"Sure." 

"I wanted to stand up so that I could watch you without you watching me. You've been driving me insane all day and I wanted to continue looking at you." 

I have no idea what to say. "Ahh," is all that comes out. 

"I've been surrounded by whatever that scent you are wearing is all day. I want to bury myself in it." I feel you move behind me. I am paralyzed. Your head lowers and I feel your nose at my ear and your breath on my neck. You pause. "Are you ok?" you murmur, I can almost feel your lips, so close to my neck they are. 

I nod ever so slightly so that I don't lose the proximity to your lips. 

"Good," you breathe onto my neck as your lips make their connection. Fire ignites from that touch. My eyes close and I tilt my head so that you have as much access to my neck as I can possibly give. I feel the tip of your tongue sliding slowly along my neck. I imagine a flame snaking up a fuse of dynamite. I am fairly certain that I am going to explode all too quickly. My senses are overwhelmed as I realize your hands are sliding along my arms. Without notice, your hands are cupping my breasts, stopping my breath altogether. You simply hold them in your hand. Somehow the warmth of your hands cuts through the cups of my bra. "Breathe." Your command is so low I think I imagine it. As I release the breath I didn't even realize I'd been holding, my breasts lower into your hands as you squeeze gently. 

Abruptly your hands leave my breasts and they are almost instantly cold. You turn my chair around and slide your hands from my shoulders down to my hands, taking them in yours. Smiling, you tilt your head in invitation for me to stand. Slowly I stand with our hands still lightly touching. Being a fairly tall woman, you don't have far to lean your face slowly closer to mine. My tongue comes out slowly to caress my lower lip. In that instance, your lips touch mine, my tongue trapped lightly in between. You remove yours quickly and look me in the eye. "I hope this is alright. I've wanted to do that since the first time I looked at your mouth." 

"It is completely ok. I've felt the same." This time it is me leaning into you. As our mouths touch this time, they open under mutual pressure, our tongues meeting in equal passion. Your hands have released mine and rest on my hips. Mine move up your chest. Your mouth moves from mine, traveling down my jaw and onto my neck. You breathe deeply. Then begin kissing again. 

"You are so sexy. You've been driving me crazy all day. And then you walked off that elevator without hose on and all I could think about at dinner is how I wanted to slide my hands up your silky bare legs. To illustrate your point, you bend over and slide your hand from my knee up to the line of my skirt. Without stopping your hands move lightly upwards, pulling the skirt with it. You stop when you reach mid thigh. With my skirt in your hands, you take hold of my thighs, pushing them gently backwards, forcing me to take steps to avoid losing my balance. Your mouth on my collarbone further navigates my movements. Soon I feel the bed behind my knees. We stop. You pull back and look at my face. That same smile from earlier crosses your face. Your mouth envelopes mine again. Your hands drop my skirt and I feel the silky lining slide down my thigh in a caress that mimics your tongue in my mouth. Your hands grasp my face as you hold it in place and kiss me even more deeply. It has been some time since a man has kissed me in precisely the manner that excites me the most. You slide your hands around to the back of my neck and grab my hair, bending my head back a little more deeply as your kiss intensifies. Your body leans more into mine; I reach up and grasp your bicep to keep my balance. You lower your face once again to my neck. "Lie on the bed." You say it softly but I perceive rather than hear the demanding tone of the command. "Wait." I'm confused with your abrupt change of direction. You release my hair and neck and slide the back of your hand down my arms, down to my hips. You slide your hands around to my ass squeezing me against you until I can feel that you are hard. Still holding tightly to my ass, you begin sliding my skirt up. You stop when it is at the top of my thighs, just under the cheeks of my ass. "Now lie down." The demanding tone is back. 

I do as I am told, eyes closed in anticipation of the kiss I think I will receive as you join me. When it is not received, I open my eyes and see you kneeling at the bedside between my legs. Your hands move to my ankles and move slowly up, squeezing when you reach my calves. They begin the trail and move up my thighs to my hips. You look between my legs and smile. "Somehow I knew you weren't wearing any panties. I thought I could smell how much you wanted this." You push my dress even further up, it is now around my waist. You close your eyes and lean in closer to my pussy. You take a deep breath and I see that smile again. I gasp when I feel your mouth open and your tongue slide along my wetness. 

My hands clench around the blanket as your mouth repeats the assault on my hot, moist mound as it did earlier in my mouth. My hips arch to encourage you to lick deeper. I feel the chuckle against my lower lips. "Like it?" 

"God, yes!" I breathe. 

"Then you'll really like this!" As soon as the word is out of your mouth, I feel you thrust your fingers in my pussy as you lick my clit. 

"Oh, god." I moan enjoying the sensations. My hands release the blanket and slide between my legs and caress your head. You thrust your fingers in and out of my wet pussy as your tongue flickers and collects the moisture. You turn your head and kiss the inside of both thighs as you look back up at me, smiling. As you stand and begin to climb on the bed, your fingers slide from my ass up the wet slit. You kneel on one knee as I begin to sit up, reaching for you. I grab the waist of your pants to help me with my balance as I start to tug your shirt from your pants. You release me and begin unbuttoning your shirt. Impatiently, I reach up and grab the neck of your undershirt and pull your face towards mine. I open my mouth and eagerly taste my desire on your lips and tongue. I pull you to the bed on top of me. Holding you to me with one hand, I reach behind you to continue tugging your shirt out of your pants. I slide my hand around to the front of your pants, my hands fondling your erection through your pants as I search for your zipper. I wind my legs around yours so that you cannot escape. Moaning, you pull away. 

"Let me." You remove yourself from my legs and stand. You finish unbuttoning your shirt and impatiently tug it off, tossing it onto the chair next to the bed. I sit up, curling my legs to the side, dress still around my waist, to watch you undress. You sit on the chair and take off your socks and shoes then stand quickly to release your pants. I blink and then you stand before me naked. I can definitely tell how much you want to be here doing this. You come back to the bed and lean over, grasping my face and kissing me again. You then slide your hands around to the back of my dress to the top of the zipper. You slowly unzip my dress and slide the top down my breasts. Your hands move back to my shoulders to lower the straps of my bra, loosening the top of the cups so that you can slide your hands into cup my breasts. You lightly caress my nipples with the palms of your hands. You moan as you lower your head to replace your hands with your mouth. I feel my nipples tighten even more as your tongue slides around them—one at a time. Your hands are now free to slide around my back to unclasp my bra. Without even noticing, suddenly my bra has been removed. You devour my breasts with either your hand or your mouth, pausing only to switch which breast is getting which treatment. Both are causing me to squirm. 

Suddenly you lie back on your back, pulling me on top of you, my dress resembling more a belt than dress at this point. "Let's get rid of this," you say as you try to tug my dress up and off. Straddling you, I laugh and grab it and pull it completely off. I take your hands and hold them captive above your head as I lean forward and take control of the situation. I lower my mouth to yours and kiss you deeply. I can feel your cock against my ass as I rotate my hips against you. I realize that the rest of my items are still on the bed above your head. I release one of your hands and push the items off the bed. Taking advantage of the situation, you take a hand and grasp the back of my neck, pulling my mouth back down to yours, thrusting your tongue deep in my mouth. I break your hold and smile at you. "Your turn," I say as I begin to slide down. I kiss the line of your jaw, your neck, moving to your chest. I curl my fingers into the hair on your chest, enjoying the little sounds you make as I tug gently. Not usually attracted to men with this much hair on their chests, I am surprised with how good it feels against my face as I continue to kiss along your chest, in search of your nipples. One hand finds a nipple and begins playing with it, making it stand taut as you'd done to mine. My tongue successfully locates the other and begins its assault. Having located both of them, I switch quickly and nip on your nipple. I hear your sharp intake of breath and move my mouth lower and lower. I feel your cock at my chin and I chuckle. Quickly I slide down in between your legs. Kneeling, I take it quickly in my mouth. Just as quickly I release it. Slowly, I slide my tongue from the tip up the shaft until my head rests upon your stomach. 




Conference Confidence



She'd been watching him, trying not to let him see that she was watching. The last thing she needed was to be wrong about who he was and be horribly embarrassed and considered a crazy stalker woman. But the man across the room looked too much like the photo she carried around with her and she just had to know for sure.

He'd been surrounded by other military men for nearly an hour now and Emma wasn't about to approach him. She had struggled all her life with introversion and being at this conference certainly wasn't helping to bring her out of her shell. Wondering once again why in the world her employer picked her to come, she kept her eyes trained on the man sitting at a table several feet away.

Emma had been nursing her own drink as too much would send her sliding under the table for a nap instead of dancing on top of one. Not that either of those options was very attractive. Sighing, she ran an hand through her almost shoulder length, soft brown hair and squinted her green eyes, trying to see how much beer he had left in his bottle. Surely, he'd go for a refill soon and then maybe she'd get her chance to approach him. 

Her mind drifted back to why she knew a military man in the first place. A few years ago, after a particularly nasty break up with a long time boyfriend, her sister had been chatting about signing up for a email pen pal service for soldiers in the military. Feeling alone, but not in any way ready to start another relationship, Emma was intrigued enough to check into the program. 

After signing up, she'd been matched with a man a few years older than herself. He wasn't stationed in a war zone, but was still far from home and looking for someone to chat with. It all started innocently enough, but eventually they both started opening up to one another. As the comfort and trust level grew between them, they exchanged photos of each other. 

At first the photos were carefully edited to maintain a bit of privacy and security. Emma was a single woman conversing with a strange man, even if he was in the military and she felt that some caution was due. But the longer they were in contact, the more revealing and even risque the photos became, as did the the emails and chats . They'd even managed a few phone calls, although those were kept to light friendly banter. 

Emma felt a slight blush at the memory of some of the photos she'd sent to Jason. She'd attempted to keep them tasteful and provocative, but he'd still seen more of her than was appropriate for a simple pen pal. The fact that she still carried one of him caused a deeper blush to tint her cheeks.

Their communication was nearly non-existent now. He'd returned to the states to a very busy, demanding job. His leisure time for chatting and emailing simply dwindled away. Emma had missed him horribly for a while, but had come to the conclusion that this was just the way things were going to be now.

Finding Jason here at this conference though was not something she had expected. But then again, she wasn't positive that it was him. All she needed was to get a glimpse of his name tag and she'd know for sure. It was driving her mad with the indecision of what to do with the information if it did indeed turn out to be him.

Did she introduce herself? Let him know who she was? Their last email exchange had been a couple weeks prior and neither of them had mentioned the conference. Emma simply didn't know what to do, but she had to know for sure if it really was him.

Her mind jerked back to the present when she noticed him stand and walk away from his tablet. He went to the bar for another beer before moving outside to lean against the hotel terrace fence railing, away from the crowds of people. He relaxed against the waist high fence, long legs out front and casually crossed at the ankle. As he leaned one hand on the railing, Emma felt drool pool in her mouth at the firm rippling muscles clearly on display, even in his conservative, dark-gray polo shirt

He had told her of his workouts and the daily runs he did to keep in shape. It had actually inspired her to start working out herself since she'd managed to put on a few pounds in the last few years. His body was big and firm, well muscled and very attractive. Remembering the photo, she recalled his brown hair with just a small sprinkling of silver at his temples and brown eyes that she'd stared into many times. 

Finishing her drink, she carefully stood and went to the bar. Ordering a fresh one, she did her best to walk casually toward the terrace railing. As she passed him, Emma shot a quick glance at the name tag hanging from a lanyard resting on his casual dark gray polo shirt. The letters printed there in black clearly said, "McKinney, Jason." 

Her stomach gave a fierce lurch and she nearly stumbled. That was Jason's name, this was really him. He was almost 6 feet tall, with wonderfully broad shoulders that were even more impressive up close. There was no longer any doubt of his identity, but now what did she do with the information? 

Swallowing hard, she turned and leaned against the railing, completely at a loss as to what to do now. Tossing a quick look his way, she found him staring at her. There were the brown eyes she'd looked at so many times in the photos, looking so much better now in person. She could read the curiosity in his gaze and gave him a weak smile, her tongue tangling into a million knots. 

He nodded to her and sent his own smile which caused all kinds of fluttery things to happen in her stomach. "Hi, nice crowd we have here."

His voice washed over her, sending tingles down her spine. Emma discretely cleared her throat before attempting to speak, afraid of simply croaking instead. "Bigger than I expected." She immediately berated herself for the ridiculous answer. Couldn't she have come up with something better than that?

His smile grew, little lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes causing the flutters and tingles in her body to increase to hard zings and trembling legs. He stepped closer to her and held out a hand. "Jason McKinney."

There it was. The complete and utter confirmation that this was her Jason. The man she'd fantasized about, stroked herself to orgasm over night after night. Her breath caught before starting back up rapidly and nearly out of control. She stared at the hand extended to her before automatically reaching for it.

He closed his fingers around hers and the heat shot straight to her center. She felt her panties grow wet and had a wild fear that he'd be able to smell her arousal. Licking her lips she took a deep breath. This was it, as soon as he learned her name, he'd know. "Emma Corman."

Jason's fingers tightened reflexively on her's, his eyes growing wide. "Emma?" he asked, incredulity filling his voice.

She only nodded, "Hello Jason, we finally meet in person."

"Oh my god Emma! Wow I can't believe this." His body came alert and she watched as his gaze traveled down her body; a body he'd seen pictures of that brought the blush back to her face. A big smile transformed his face and he pulled her close for a warm hug. His masculine scent drifted to her and the feeling of his hard body gently squeezing her's sent a weakness flooding her body. She was starting to feel lightheaded at his nearness before he spoke again, 

"I've wanted to meet you for so long. This is incredible."

Terrified that her eyes would betray the longing her body was feeling, Emma kept her eyes on his broad chest. Nodding, she replied, "I wasn't sure it was you, but I had to find out."

"I'm so glad you did." A burst of laughter from a nearby table made him pause. "Hey, lets get out of here, go somewhere more quiet and talk." 

He had released her but kept her hand in his. She knew her trapped fingers trembled, but there was no hope for it. "Sure."

He released her hand, but only to settle one at her back as he escorted her from the terrace. The heat from his hand radiated to her back and Emma was briefly afraid that she would actually begin to squish as she walked from the amount of fluid pooling between her thighs. 

Jason led her into the dimly lit indoor bar and found a fairly secluded table. After pulling out her chair and seating her, Emma marveled at his gentlemanly manners but realized that it was all part of him and the man she had come to know. As he sat beside her, their shoulders were close enough to brush against each other and kept her continually on edge.

They chatted, keeping the conversation light, helping Emma to relax. Eventually she was comfortable with him, and they were laughing and sharing stories as if old friends reunited. Her body had seemed to settle down, so that she was no longer fighting the urge to climb on his lap and go for a ride. 

But then he leaned in close and took her hand in his. Brown eyes looked into her startled green ones as the fire from his touch raced up her arm. "I am so glad we're here together like this. I've dreamed of the day that we'd meet, but this beats any dream I had. You're so beautiful, inside and out." 

She shivered from his low husky words, the tingling returning to her body, setting her on edge. Her innate shyness struck once more and she was unable to speak. Meeting his gaze she hoped he could read her desire in the dim lighting of the bar. 

He lifted his hand and one finger traced the curve of her cheek. "Come to my room?"

Her heart stopped in her chest before resuming it's beat in a frantic tattoo. Nodding since she didn't trust her voice, her body soared in desire and thrill. She'd fantasized about him for so long and now those fantasies were becoming real. 

Jason stood and then helped her to her feet. He quickly took care of their bill and with a warm hand, once more at the small of her back, led her from the bar. The trip to his room passed in a daze for Emma and she feared she'd never remember her way back to her own room later. 

Once inside the hotel room, Jason turned and placed his hands on her shoulders. "This is the only chance you get to change your mind. You have touched me in ways I can't explain with your words over the years. Now that I have you here in person, I don't want to let you go."

His hands slid slowly across her shoulders and up the sides of her neck. As he cupped her face in his big, warm hands, she closed her eyes and lifted her face to his. There was no way she was leaving, no way she was refusing what he was offering. When his lips met hers, it felt like she'd finally found the missing piece of herself. 

A slow burn slid down her body as she melted into his embrace. Lips touched and retreated, only to return once more. They tasted and explored, exchanging desires through their kisses and stoking the fires higher. Soon they were straining together, their kisses lasting longer, growing hotter and more intense. Tongues met and swirled, dancing an erotic dance of pleasure that sent them both spiraling with need. 

Jason eventually pulled back and just stared at her for a moment. Brushing the hair from her face, he dropped one last, sweet kiss on her lips. He gently turned her away from him and carefully slid her soft black, lightweight cardigan from her shoulders. Tugging it down her arms and removing it, he draped it carefully over the back of a nearby chair. 

Sliding his hands up her now bare arms, he relished the smooth silky skin. Leaning down, he nudged her hair aside to press tiny kisses across her shoulder and up the side of her neck. Emma dropped her head back against him giving him better access, her hands reaching back to grip his waist. 

He continued his trail of little kisses over her neck, occasionally meeting her lips as his hands traveled down her arms. He settled his hands at her hips, gently squeezing the rounded fullness there before starting a journey back up her sides. Her soft white shirt began to bunch up and he took advantage, slipping his hands under it to find the warm skin underneath. 

Emma gasped at the contact, her legs going weak. Jason crossed an arm around her body to support her weight his free hand continued slowly up, pulling her shirt higher as it went. Their lips met again, she was nearly frantic with need, but through the contact, he absorbed her nerves and helped to calm, to relax. 

When his large hand covered her small breast, she couldn't stop the moan that escaped. Nimble fingers quickly found the tightly budded nipple through the lace of her bra and with a tweak, had her gasping against his lips. Jason groaned himself, she could feel his large iron hard erection against her buttocks. "You're so damn responsive. I love it," his whisper and busy fingers had her burning with desire. 

Getting frustrated with the material of her shirt getting in the way of his enjoyment of her breast, Jason quickly pulled it off over her head. Taking in the sight of her pert breasts cupped in the white lace of her bra, seemed to drive his own desire higher. Covering the luscious mounds with his hands, he cupped their fullness, relishing in the hard nipples poking into his palms. 

Emma writhed against him in need. He was driving her crazy with his soft touches and those incredible kisses. She could feel him against her, could feel how hard he was, how big. She wanted to touch, to taste but he kept her prisoner against him. When he pulled the straps of her bra down to release her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers she thought she might explode on the spot.

Emma quickly tossed her bra to the floor before sliding out of her casual black slacks. Wearing only a tiny pair of black lace panties, she forcibly turned in his arms and wrapped herself around him, their lips meeting in a frenzy of lust and heat. The quick, hot contact of her bared breasts against his heated chest caused a tightening deep inside her. Relishing the heat of his body, the rasp of his chest hair against her tender skin, Emma whimpered; her nails raking across his firmly muscled back. 

Jason carefully walked them to the bed, not releasing her or breaking their hold on each other. Once there, he let go of her long enough to finish removing clothes before they reached for each other once more. Jason carefully picked up Emma and laid her on the bed, his body covering hers on the way down. 

The feel of his big body pressing hers into the mattress felt wonderful. She felt safe and secure and it only made the fire burning inside her that much brighter. Gathering her close, Jason rolled, pulling her on top of him. Emma settled against his chest, her legs moving to cradle his hips. 

Finally she was able to do her own exploring of the body that had fascinated her for so long. She nibbled a trail of kisses down his neck, inhaling his warm male scent. Running her fingers through his chest hair, she gave gentle tugs while her lips found his flat male nipples and gave them a lick. Catching his quick moan, she decided to spend more time on his nipples, sucking and licking until he was squirming beneath her, his hands tangling in her hair. 

Moving slowly downward, her hands drifted over his hard abs. Feeling his quick intact of breath, she nibbled gently on the rigid muscles, letting her hands drift over his body. He was moving restlessly and shy Emma was thrilling on the power she had over him. Kissing her way over to his hip, she licked that tasty muscle straight to his groin. 

Moving carefully around the bobbing penis scant inches from her face, she ran her hands over his hard thighs, raining little kisses all around. She looked up to see the fierce expression on his face, his hands clenched tightly into the bedspread beneath them. Giving him her most mischievous smile, she kept her eyes on his as she licked his throbbing rod from root to tip. 

A hiss of indrawn breath from him had her smile increasing. His look turned almost threatening and with a feeling of giddy happiness, she closed her mouth fully over him. His body arched up, shoving him further into her hot, wet mouth. Emma loved his taste, the musky salty flavor filling her senses and causing her pussy to sing with joy. 

Using her hands, lips and tongue she worshiped the large member, driving him higher and higher with need. Licking, sucking and stroking him, she had him gasping for air. When she cupped his balls and gave a slight squeeze he nearly came off the bed. 

With a growl he reached for her, pulling her up his body, making them both shudder from the exquisite contact. He gripped her tightly before once more rolling them over and tucking her underneath him. His mouth devoured hers, his hands racing over her body. 

Finally leaving her mouth, his lips wrapped around a nipple and pulled it tightly into his mouth. He sucked it hard, his tongue laving the rigid tip before he released it to scatter hot open mouthed kisses over her breast. Moving to the other one, he gave it the same treatment and had her whimpering beneath him. 

Jason began his own torturous decent down her body, grazing her smooth skin with lips, teeth and tongue. Reaching her hot weeping center, he breathed in her musky scent, taking a moment to marvel over the cleanly shaved lips that left her completely open to his gaze. "So pretty," he whispered.

His tongue darted out for a taste of the sweet honey. Her sudden cry at the contact just infused the heat roaring through his veins. Dipping his head, he lapped at the wetness; his hands pushing her thighs open wider for better access. Her fingers slid through the soft short strands of his hair as she tried to pull him even closer to her.

She could feel her walls grasping his tongue as he stabbed it deeply inside her.. Continuing to fuck her with his tongue, he began to rub circles around the tiny hard nub at the top of her cleft. Emma began to moan and cry, her breath coming in harsh gasps. Switching places, Jason slid two fingers deep inside her while his mouth clamped around her clit.

Emma exploded in a fury of lights and waves of pleasure. The orgasm rolled through her and as Jason continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her grasping channel, it just kept going and going. When he gently bit her hard, little clit, another minor quake went off inside her. She lay twitching and gasping as the sensations washed over. 

Finally, she lay still, feeling the quiet aftermath of drifting down. Jason pulled his fingers free and kissed his way back up her body. Meeting her lips, they shared her essence on his tongue. Reaching down, he cupped the back of her knees in his hands and pulled her legs high. As green eyes fused to brown, she lifted her hips to meet him.

His throbbing rod pulsed with need as he slid it through her slick wetness. Emma reached between them, and pressed him against her wet valley, coating him with her juices. Keeping their gazes connected, she gently pressed him down to her waiting entrance. Jason leaned down and closed his lips over her's as he began to push inside.

It was a tight fit and he only made it a couple of inches before he had to pull back and press in again. Emma's tunnel walls squeezed him, seeming to try to push him back out as he eased his way inside. She was so wet, so ready and he was so hard, he plowed through the resistance until he was seated deep inside.

Emma shuddered through a small orgasm at just having him so full inside her, so deep. Jason groaned as he felt the tight grasping muscles working along his cock. He slowly began to move, began to drive her up once more.

After a bit he let go of her legs and Emma wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close to press her aching breasts against his chest. Their lips met in a tangle of need before Jason pulled back, pulled away. When she whimpered at the loss, the sudden cool air across her body, he only smiled. "Turn over."

She grinned and in a flash had flipped her body over, presenting her ass in the air facing him. Reaching with one hand between their bodies, Emma rubbed her clit while he pressed against her, and slowly reentered her. Using her fingers to guide him, she pulled him deep inside her once more. This time though, he seemed to go so much deeper than before.




Conference Confidence



Her back arched and she ground her body back against his. Suddenly, he gave a sharp spank to one pale ass cheek and Emma shrieked as her body tightened around him. The pleasure shot through her body and she grasped one of her breasts and squeezed, her head falling back. Another smack on the other cheek and she nearly came again, the pain and pleasure rolling together inside her.

She felt his fingers tangle in her hair and with one hand at her hip, he began to thrust. With the gentle but insistent pull on her on her hair and the hard rod slamming into her, Emma was lost to the pleasure. Squeezing her breast ever tighter, relishing the small pain the world fell away. There was nothing but Jason and the incredible feelings rocking her body.

As the pressure built to new heights, she could only gasp and cry as the sensations washed through her. "Come for me baby, come one more time."

The roughly whispered words shot straight to her core and as he gave one last small pull on her hair, she shattered. So caught up was she in her own convulsing body, Emma was only dimly aware of Jason's quiet roar before he too joined her in release. Feeling the hot jets of cum splashing inside her only fueled the orgasm rolling through her. 

Eventually they collapsed into a heap on the bed. Jason fell onto his back and pulled Emma against him. Settling her head on his shoulder, an arm over his chest and legs tangled with his, she drifted in and out of reality. 

This was her fantasy man that she'd dreamed of for so long, now here in her reality. He'd just rocked her world in the most amazing way and she was terrified that it was all really just a dream and that she'd wake up alone once more. She tightened around him, snuggling in close, breathing in his scent.

She felt him kiss the top of her head, felt his warm breath against her skin. She could feel his heartbeat under her fingers, feel it slowly return to normal from it's frantic pace. She could feel the cool air dancing over her body, drying the sweat and fluids. This was real, it had to be. Nothing could feel this good, this wonderful and not be real.

Jason pulled her face to his for a long soft kiss. She gazed into his eyes, amazed all over again at finding him here, finding him now. His hand cupped her face, his thumb tracing over her full soft lips. "There is no way I can let you go now."

Tears burned her eyes at his words. They weren't words of love, but she knew the secrets she'd carried in her heart and these simple words made her soul sing. As the details of their separate lives began to creep into her mind, she pushed them away. She had her fantasy man in her arms, a dream she never thought to come true. 

"I don't want you to." Her soft words floated over them both. 

Somehow... someway they would work this out. 

 Thank you again Eviant for your editing. You're wonderful! 



Conference Connection



She had worn a flower in her hair everyday since he'd known her. She seemed to have a fondness for carnations and never once had he seen a rose grace her dark tresses. It was just one of her many quirks, but one that he found himself obsessing over more and more frequently. He also found himself wondering how long her hair really was. It was always up in some way, a simple braid or an elegant chignon, a tight bun or some curly concoction wreathing her head. He wanted to be the one to let it down, to take handfuls of it when he pulled her lips to his for a long, sweet kiss. As he sat at his desk he watched her walk down the hall, pretty sure that she had no idea that he even existed. 

He sat at his desk absorbed in what ever it was he was working on. She enjoyed watching him, he had amazing hands, his fingers flying over his keyboard, quick, efficient, and mesmerizing. She found a blush creeping into her cheeks as she wondered what hands like that were capable of doing, wondering what his hands could do to her body. He had a great smile, even though it wasn't a feature he showed off very often. They had worked together for a few years now and the only words they had ever exchanged were the friendly, Hi's, while coming into the building. Some day she would gain the courage to have a real conversation with him.

The memo was waiting for him when he came in the next Monday. The company wanted to send him to a conference on how to better communicate with customers. What he read was that the company would be giving him an all expense paid trip to Vegas. He was smiling until he got to the end and found out that he would be going with one other associate, that always added stress to a trip since then he had to at least pretend to pay attention to the conference. Taking the memo he walked to his bosses office to get the details of the conference and to see if he could find out who the other person was that would be coming.

This was the first time that the company had asked her to do anything of this nature. She was excited since any type of extra training would mean that she was a little more valuable. As she skimmed her memo she saw that she would be going with a more experienced associate so that she could learn how to navigate a conference. This last part made her a little nervous, she had always kept to herself and didn't really know anybody else. She had always feared that creating a relationship with others at the office would put her and her job in danger. 

His boss would only tell him that his partner was a woman and that she had never been to a conference before. He was told that he would have to stay close to her during all parts of the trip so that she could learn how a conference ran and to make sure she didn't get lost. His spirits were dropping the closer this trip came, he didn't want to be a babysitter to a new chick that he would have to be lead around by the nose. At least there were entertainments to enjoy in Vegas during their down time, surely he couldn't be expected to spend every minute outside the conference with her as well.

He had been given an address and a time to pick her up. He hoped when he got there that she would be ready and wouldn't keep him waiting, getting through the airport was bad enough. When he pulled up to the curb he just honked the horn, if she didn't hear it then it wouldn't be his fault and he could just go on to Vegas alone.He didn't have to wait as long as he had been expecting as the passenger side door opened.

Honking, really? Wow, this trip was starting off on a great note. Good thing she had been ready twenty minutes ago. She was shouldering her other bag when he honked at her again. Agitated now she locked her front door, took a deep breath, and headed to his car. She watched as he leaned back and got comfy, obviously this jerk thought since she was a woman he would have a few minutes to take a nap. She enjoyed making him jerk alert when she opened his door.

It was her....

It was him....

They stared at each other across the car absolutely shocked that this was the person they would be spending the next week in Vegas with. He broke the silence first.

"Hi"

"Hello"

Great opening line she thought, here she was finally face to face with the one person in the office she wanted a relationship with and all she could sputter out was hello. This was obviously going to be a great week. She wasn't great at talking to men in the first place, was already nervous about the trip, and this is who she has to deal with! At least she was getting her wish to get to know him.

His mind flew into overload. There was no way he would be getting anything out of this conference, this was the woman of his fantasy and he would be spending the week with her in Vegas. He knew enough about how these conferences worked, they would learn what was required but, beyond that he knew she would present to much of a distraction for him to pay any attention.

They drove to the airport, not in complete silence but with a stilted conversation mostly about the weather. He did find out that this was her first time flying and that she had been with the company almost too long not to have already been sent to some sort of convention already. He helped her get through security and boarding, it wasn't until they were finally in their seats that he saw how nervous she really was. He reached over and took a hold of one of her hands. Making eye contact with her, he started to tell her a story about a princess and other such silly nonsense. He was able to get her relaxed enough that she had started to giggle, some of his work was undone when the safety lecture was presented, but she seemed okay for the moment. He didn't get his hand back before they took off though, and she squeezed surprisingly hard as the jet lifted into the air. Once they were in the air he ordered them both a cocktail and silenced her objections by first reminding her they were free and second that they wouldn't have to do anything professional until the opening dinner of the convention tomorrow night.

The flight had been better than she had expected it to be. If she had to admit it flying had been terrifying to her, she was glad that he had been there to help her through it. She was surprised when he took her hand but more so when he started telling her nonsense in his pursuit to calm her down. It hadn't mattered what he had been saying to her however, she had been content just to watch his lips moving. When he got her a cocktail after lift off, her first impulse was to turn it down, but he convinced her to drink it. Now with them descending into Vegas she realized she was actually a little drunk. She enjoyed the feel of his hand holding hers as he took hold of it again, she was glad it was there because thoughts of what she wanted him to do to her kept her from thinking about the fact they were plunging back towards the ground.

It took a little time to get out of the airport and to the hotel. He left her in the lobby and went to get their room keys. The last cocktail from the flight was just now starting to kick in and she learned that she was a quite a bit drunker than she had first thought. Now all she wanted to do was make it to her room before she made a fool of herself. The way she was feeling, she knew that most if not all of her inhibitions were gone, a hint of a suggestion from him right now would have her stripping him naked before she could stop herself. He was heading back toward her so she pulled herself together just enough to face him.

"We have a bit of a problem, this conference is larger than they thought it would be and some of the rooms ended up getting double booked. One of our rooms was one. There is no chance of us getting another one here tonight, and the lady at the counter said that she would be amazed if we could find anything else available either."

"So we stay here, one room is better than none. Did you find out if it had a double bed?"

"She didn't say,let's just go up and find out."

He had expected her to freak out when she found out that they were going to have to share a room, the way she accepted had taken him back for a few seconds. He recovered quickly as he watched her walk towards the elevator. She wasn't too steady on her feet, it was then he realized how drunk she must be.

When she reached the elevator she turned to wait for him, flashing him a smile that had his cock growing hard. She was gorgeous and with the way she held herself, the way that she was so unconscious of her body made him sure she had no idea how gorgeous she was. He turned to a machine close to the elevator and put a coin in, hoping to give himself just enough time to adjust before he had to face her again. An added bonus came when he won a couple hundred dollars from his pull. 

She watched as he came closer, thinking to herself how much fun she could have just teasing him, wanting to get just a taste of him. She smiled at him, surprised when he took a small detour to a machine near where she was waiting. When he actually won something she took the few steps to him and placed a kiss to his cheek. It was meant to be sweet and innocent, a simply expression of joy to show she was happy for him, but she knew she'd made a mistake as soon as she made contact with him. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she was suddenly close enough to press her whole body against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him for just a few seconds, but she was shocked when they turned to the elevator and he left an arm draped around her hips. They were alone in the cabin, the chemistry between them was undeniable, and the kiss that happened next was inevitable.

The kiss was pure lust. They reached for each other at the same time, his hands spearing through her hair, her hands grasping his shirt. Lips and tongues colliding fast and hard. He used his hold in her hair to tilt her face to his more completely and deepened the kiss even further, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, reveling in the taste of her. She gave into him letting him lead the kiss, tangling her tongue with his, while at the same time become increasingly frustrated because she wanted more. He took hold of her bottom lip in his teeth and nibbled lightly on it, afterwards sucking on her tongue, and she moaned. He pulled her closer to him wanting to show her how hard she was making him.

They stopped only because the elevator did. He grabbed her hand and led her to their room. The moment had been broken however, and once they were in there were a few moments of awkward silence. She went to her bag and found her pajamas, going into the bathroom she took a minute to compose herself. When she had planned for the trip she had been alone in a room to herself so she had packed something comfy, a cute little night gown that left very little up to the imagination. She decided confidence was the key in this case and since she looked fantastic in it anyway she walked out of the bathroom with seduction on her mind.

His mind went foggy when she walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was still up and whatever it was she was wearing was perfect. It clung to her curves, showing him that her body was more amazing than he had ever imagined, it ended just past the curve of her ass and had him casting about for a reason to make her bend over. Then the thought of her bending over had him growing even harder. She smiled at him, a hint of insecurity in her eyes, but her body language was pure sex. 

"The night gown wasn't planned to be seen, I had thought of course that I would be alone during the trip. I'm honestly a little embarrassed."

He had no words to tell her how amazing she looked, so he just reached out and pulled her toward him. He backed them up to one of the rooms chairs, sat down, grabbed her hips and dragged her onto his lap. Her hands were around his neck, and their lips met again, this time somehow with more heat than the kiss they had shared on the elevator. With his hold on hips he re-positioned her so that now she was straddling him. Breaking their kiss, he kissed her neck and filled his hands with her tits. He kissed and licked his way down her throat. He used his teeth to move the straps of the nightgown down then pulled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, rasping his tongue over the hard peak, turning and doing the same to the other side. She was rolling her hips in tight excited circles, delicate moans escaping her, he could tell she was working her way towards an orgasm. He moved one hand down and wrapped it around her waist, holding her closer and pressing his cock onto her clit, he sucked a nipple harder into his mouth. What had been subdued moans turned into adorable shrieks, devouring her tits more aggressively, he held her more tightly to him moving his hips so cock rubbed her clit more fully. She came hard, screaming his name as she did. 

Taking a few breaths to compose herself, she let herself collapse onto him, and buried her face in his neck. She started to kiss down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt as she went. She kissed down his tight hard abs and was soon on her knees in front of him. Looking up at him, she smiled as she started to take off his pants. She didn't break eye contact with him when she wrapped her hand around him. She watched as the feel of her hand grasping him made his eyes roll back in his head. When he looked at her again, it was to watch as her tongue reached out and licked around the tip of his cock, again she didn't break eye contact. Moving her hand she started at his base and licked up to the tip, ending in a small kiss. She repeated this a few times, each time taking more of him in her mouth when she kissed him. Soon she was pulling half his length into her mouth before she would stop to lick him from base to tip again. He wanted her to take him all. About the time he thought he wouldn't be able to take any more teasing she slid the full length of him into her mouth, he could feel the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. She sucked hard on him, moving her tongue over, across, and around his shaft while keeping her lips firmly at his base. She moaned when he put a hand on the back of her head, and again when he started to fuck her mouth. Her moans were going a long way towards making him cum faster than he wanted to, but he also hadn't expected her to be so good with her mouth. 

"Can I cum in your mouth?"

He expected a nod or some sort of sound in answer, instead she slid him out of her mouth, licking his shaft as she did, only breaking contact at the last second. She breathlessly answered.

"Yes."

No pause after that simple word, she simply took him all again. Sucking and licking harder and faster than she had been. He came within seconds of her answer. She left her lips on him for a long few moments after he finished, she was smiling as she stood up in front of him. 

He stood, taking his shirt off the rest of the way as he did so. He reached down to the hem of her nightgown and lifted it over her head. Hooking an arm around her knees, he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, kneeling beside her on the bed, to run one hand down the length of her body. He bent and kissed her. This time their kiss was sweet, longing, but still filled with passion. His hand found her pussy, she was wet, slick, and hot. He slid a finger deep inside her at the same time he slid his tongue over her lips, he caught her gasp in his mouth as he deepened both motions. She was moving her hips in time with his finger, he caught another gasp when he slid a second finger inside her. He put himself between her hips and without moving his fingers he covered her clit with his mouth. This time it wasn't a moan but a scream that escaped her. He pulled her clit hard with his mouth, sucking on it while sliding a third finger into her pussy. He started to alternate between licking and sucking her clit, fucking her with his fingers, harder and deeper the closer she got to cumming. She grabbed his head in her hands, holding him in place when she came, he removed his fingers and used his tongue to lick away the juices flowing out of her.

He covered her with his body and started to kiss her again. She was still very wet, so he slid into her with ease. She breathed out his name again when he buried himself deep. She felt amazing stretched tight and hot around him. He stayed buried for a few heartbeats, leaving a kiss on her neck, before he started to move. He stared with long, slow strokes, and soon she had wrapped her legs around his hips and was matching his pace. He found first one of her wrists then the other, took them together in one of his hand, and held them above her head. Holding her down he continued with the long slow strokes until she was gasping, at the point of begging for more. He licked her neck, sweet and nice, innocent and tender, then on a hard quick thrust he bit her.

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

"Harder......Faster......Deeper!"

He let her wrists go and sat back on his knees. Her calves went over his shoulders, he bent forward a little and her feet were over her head, he started to fuck her hard and fast, the new position allowing him to go deeper than he had been. This position last a while, until he brought her back to the edge of cumming again. Stopping just before she did he let her feet down, and moved them again, this time flipping her over. He entered her from behind, he grabbed her hips and somehow started to fuck her even harder, even faster. He felt her pussy start to clinch around him and once more his name was screamed. She was cumming again, the feel of her clenching around his cock was too much and he started to cum with her. He collapsed on top her her, pushing her under him onto the mattress. 

Once he regained some composure, the first thing he noticed was that her hair was still up, and somehow the flower hadn't fallen out yet either. He was amazed by this. Leaning on one arm he pulled the flower out of its home in her hair. He kissed the nape of her neck, then started to run the flower across her shoulders and down her back. She let out a small mew of pleasure. He moved off her, trailing the flower to her ass, over it and down the inside of her thigh. He rolled her over and moved it to the other thigh and up, over her now very sensitive clit. Up her stomach and to her tits. He used the flower to circle first one breast, round and up, moving lightly over her nipple, watching as it grew tight and hard at the attention. He did the same to the other side, then moved it up to her neck, and ended by tracing her lips. She was completely relaxed now, nothing had ever felt so good as what he had just done to her, the whole evening had been more than she had ever fantasized that it could be. He put the flower on the bed stand, and started kissing her again. Then wrapping her in his arms, he rolled to his back and put her head on his chest. As they fell asleep all either of them could think about was how they would fake what they had learned at this conference because there was no way they were leaving this room until they had to go home!



Conference Diversion



This was the way we planned it from the start. 

She would be waiting for me in my hotel room while I attended my conference. While I attended meetings and seminars all day, she would arrive at the hotel around midday, pick up a card key at the front desk and wait for me in the room. I should say that we've never met face-to-face. Only on the internet. I own her there. I know. That seems a little strange, but it is what it is. She is on the other side of the country. I've never seen her face or heard her voice, but it has become imperative that I fuck her. We agreed. Before I ever spoke to her, before she ever spoke to me, she would taste my cock. The first application of her mouth, her lips and tongue, would not be to say 'Hello.' As I listened to guest speakers and subject matter experts drone on ad nauseum, she would be in my room. She would be soaking in the tub, making sure every inch of herself was perfectly groomed for my pleasure. I could scarcely make it through the lunchtime presentations knowing she was, in all likelihood, already arrived and up there waiting for me. I sat there poking at the pasta primavera and sipping the flat cola as some schmuck in a power tie did his best to motivate me and three hundred and fifty of my peers. 

Fuck. I thought this day would never end. Thankfully, five o'clock came. And very soon thereafter, so would I. 

When I opened the door to my hotel room, she was there. She was knelt on the floor wearing one of my blue oxford shirts with a button down collar. Only the buttons on the collar were fastened. The shirt was open, framing her knelt form beautifully. Her thighs were widely splayed. She was wearing pink panties and a matching bra, both silk. She was not trying to be subtle in the least. The bra was tugged down, exposing her breasts and her very stiff nipples. Before the door could shut behind me, her hands were already at my waist tugging my shirt-tails out. She did not speak a word. I heard her gasp as her fingers smoothed over my trousered cock. She moaned at the dampness of my boxers, the front of them soaked with precum. 

"Suck it, bitch. Be my whore," I commanded her. 

Her fingers clutched the elastic of my shorts, thrusting them down to the middle of my thighs. My khakis were already around my ankles, the black socks pulled up to mid-calf. She deliberated a moment as my rigid prick waved before her face, as if deciding how she would take her very first taste of me. I think it was the longest two seconds of my life. I needed this blow job. It was a long time in the making, and it was finally going to happen. Precum dripped lewdly from the tip and that was her cue. Her tongue darted out, catching it about two inches from the tip. I felt her grip on the elastic of my shorts tighten further as she tasted the initial offering of my lust. Her tongue drew back into her mouth, savoring it before her lips pursed and she pressed firmly to that damp tip. My balls tightened further as she knelt higher, lifting her ass from her heels. Her stiff nipples grazed my bare thighs. She started to unbutton my shirt as she pulled my cock into her mouth, caving her cheeks in a deep suckle. I let my suitcoat fall to the floor behind me, shrugging it off, before I started in on the tie. I like that tie. Striped. Understated. I spent too much money on it, but sometimes you need to indulge, follow your whim. After all, it was my whim that brought this beautiful little slut to her knees in my room. My fingers met hers about halfway, leaving it unbuttoned. I shrugged the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor beside the coat. The undershirt was next. I peeled it off, lifting the hem up over my head. She took my cue. The shirt she was almost wearing was shrugged off her shoulders, exposing her a little further. I placed my hands on her newly bared shoulders. My hips instinctively rolled forward. She obliged, taking me further into her mouth.

"Good girl," I said quietly. 

Her fingertips slid up my abdomen and onto my chest, elongating her body further. I glanced over to the mirror above the drawers. Oddly, the reflection was a confirmation that this was indeed happening. I could see myself standing there, pants around my ankles getting head. Seeing what I was doing, she glanced up to me mischievously and then turned her head to share that look into the mirror. She let my hard dick rest on the tip of her tongue as she raked her nails down my chest. Then, turning her attention fully back to where it belonged, she left the novelty of watching herself to me, directing her gaze forward. Her head started to bob as her hands reached around me to clutch my ass. There was a decidedly purposeful feel to what she was doing. It was rhythmic and lewd. She wanted me to empty my balls into her mouth. I could feel how eager she was by how she gripped me, how she ignored the discomfort of being poked in the throat. I held out, prolonging the feeling for as long as I could, but it was no use. I wanted to ejaculate far too much for far too long. My thighs tightened when she slid the fingers of one hand around the base of my cock and started pumping to speed things up. 

"On your," I started, my breath catching in my throat, "tits."

I had barely gotten the sentence out when she loosened the seal of her lips and pointed it at the hollow of her throat. Fuck me if that wasn't the hottest thing I have ever seen. The first volley of cum painted the side of her face and she continued to jerk me off as she glanced up at me directly, panting. Spurt after spurt splashed against her chest, ruining her pretty bra. My knees were buckling and I steadied myself, clutching at her bare shoulders lest I got tripped up in the pants around my ankles. When I was completely spent, she addressed herself to the bathing of my cock. Her licks and kisses were gentle, lingering. I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed and she continued what she was doing as she removed my socks and shoes, released my ankles from the confines of shorts and trousers. I let my shoulders fall to the mattress and my fingers fasten a grip in her hair. I tugged her up onto the bed with me, winding her hair around my fist. She lowered her cheek to the inside of my hip. After another delicate kiss to my spent flesh, she sighed. For the first time in my life, I heard her voice. It was quiet, sated, sweet in tone.

"Thank you, Master," she said.