1 comments/ 14471 views/ 2 favorites Negotiating Hong Kong By: justformeandyou Chapter 1 Jocelyn is an account executive for an international property acquisition mega firm and hopeful company VP candidate and was just asked to go to Hong Kong on an emergency basis where negotiations have broken down on a Victoria's Peak office building. In Italy on vacation, and caught unprepared, she must go to the Asian country without any of her business tools or even business attire. Fearless in the face of adverse business situations and even excited over the possibility of brokering an acquisition that someone else failed at, the more than qualified fifty something, success driven professional grabs at the opportunity, assures the firms partner that he has made the right decision and breaks out her corporate credit card. Within four hours, still dressed in her leisure but elegant, bought for Tuscany touring, clothes, Jocelyn is airborne and comfortable in first class, sipping her complimentary Don Perignon and already plotting strategy. It will be a long sixteen hour flight and having that eye desert sitting next to her helps somewhat. Who is that? And how did I get so lucky? Distracted from her mental gymnastics and half heartedly welcoming it, she reclines her wide seat, casually shifts her position and stealthily ends up with a better view of that very long hunk of male creature sitting next to her. Stories from long ago that her girlfriends told of "the mile high club" slide by in her mind and cause just a slight blush to creep up her neck and cheeks. Oh, it wouldn't be good if he could read my mind. Or, would it? Jocelyn opens her eyes and realizes she had dozed, for how long? Without moving she takes inventory of her surroundings as if she was looking at her place in the flight to Hong Kong for the first time. The night lights are on and everything is in subdued light. There's that beautiful man, now with his jacket off, seat also in the reclined position and half turned toward -- me. Huh, how long have I been dozing? Glancing down without shifting she studies her anonymous flying partner and really likes the geography. Oh, look at those hands, long fingers, manicured nails, very nice, very professional. Expensive slacks, Hermanni sterling belt buckle and Italian loafers. So nice. Ahhh! Oh my god! As she suddenly realizes that as she napped, her silk blouse, already low cut and only accompanied by three buttons had one of those buttons come undone. From her glance she could see not only the swell of her left breast. But that's my areola that I see! I'm sure, if he looked, he could probably see my nipple as well! Oh my god! Oh no! Why did I not change before coming on this trip? How could I think that the light linen skirt that I am wearing would travel well or not slide up my legs like it has already done? Oh no! I can see the tops of my thighs and almost my panties, there's no way, if he wanted to, that he couldn't see them! I can't remember which pair I put on this morning. Were they the black ones, the ones with the little daisies? No that was yesterday. Oh no! They were the sheer blue ones. Yes, I remember worrying that they might show through the linen skirt. Oh, so sheer, and right there in the open if he wanted to look! What do I do? I can't go grabbing everything at once, I can't bring all that attention just in case he hasn't seen anything. I'll just reach down, tug my skirt a bit and roll over. Slowly and quietly so I don't arouse him. "Don't!" he whispers. He's grabbed my wrist! "Don't please." A more urgent whisper. I'm sure my face was scarlet with both embarrassment and anger. "I can't tell you how amazing you look and so very sensual. If I could paint, you would be on a canvas tomorrow. Please, just let me look and make a mental masterpiece in my mind. You are a fantasy come true. You are so beautiful." Releasing my wrist, he just sits there, almost lying down and watching me, seeing me frozen, amazed that he would say those things and feeling... so excited. What am I thinking, doing? A strange man, however gorgeous, is looking at me and me, showing him so much. Why am I not moving, covering and berating him? I am so turned on! I can feel my nipples hardening, one exposed and feeling the cool of the cabin but also the heat of excitement. Oh no, I know he can probably see a wet spot forming on my panties. I don't believe how wet I'm getting and so fast. How is this happening? Finally I'm able to move, but what am I doing now? Instead of ending this I ever so slowly move my hand down and move the hem of my skirt even higher. It's like I'm moving in a dream. My fingers touch ever so lightly that small wet area and feel the slick juice. I can't help sliding my fingers over it causing the spot to widen and darken. His eyes don't move, watching my fingers circle and the wet spread and I'm sure he can see my lips swelling under the very sheer cloth. Oh my, I want my finger in me, I want him touching me. I haven't been so excited in so long. Lights, bright lights! I'm suddenly jolted into reality, sitting up and rudely forced to halt that dream, no not a dream, it was happening. Oh my god, could that all have been real? Looking across the aisle and faced with a knowing smile, I don't know weather to scream or smile back. What am I becoming? I do return his smile and hear his words; "Thank you, you made this long flight so memorable. Will I see you again?" "Oh, I doubt it, you've seen enough of me already." No, I'm trying to convince myself, I will ride out the rest of this flight like a virgin. No more of this foolishness. What am I thinking? Without any further contact and not even a goodbye, we deplane separately and move on to our separate lives. Somewhere in my jet lagging mind I hear a "thank you" being whispered by me. Chapter 2 Oh how grateful I am for this beautiful hotel and how I need its firm mattress and soft pillows. I think a long nap and then a gentle massage and I'll be ready for war. As I call the concierge and schedule the in-room massage, I also order a light dinner and ask where I'll be able to purchase some business suits. With the professionalism I expected, Phillip, the concierge explained that he would have the hotel's personal tailor visit with cloth samples and designs and everything will be completed to my satisfaction in one full day. Fresh from my nap and an invigorating shower, I was more than ready for my massage. The knock on the door came soon after and two bell boys carried in and erected an exquisite massage table. I was surprised by the masseuse, a tall and handsome woman, not of Asian descent. I had expected a local, but was not bothered by the occurrence. After the boys left, Daniele asked me to lie face down on the now covered table. I removed my robe and lay down on the table and she modestly covered my naked body with a plush sheet that smelled lightly of jasmine. After folding the sheet down to just above my cheeks, Daniele dripped warm oil on my back and began a most welcoming kneading of my shoulders, arms and back. Never had I felt my neck being touched and rubbed and manipulated in such a satisfying manner. As she methodically moved from my head to my waist, my body both relaxed and became excited at the same time. Her fingers caressed and smoothed and fluttered, easing travel weary muscles and reviving sluggish blood flow. It didn't matter when her palms slid over the sides of my breasts and caused me to catch my breath. It felt so good. Warm smooth rocks were pressed to my spine and even more warmth and energy spread through me. Sliding two of the stones around felt almost sensual especially as they passed over the parts of my breasts that were pushed out from my body by lying face down on them. I could feel my nipples reacting to the gentle touch. Daniele covered my back and uncovered my legs and I could feel the fresh air of the room washing over the bottom of my ass cheeks. Just a little chill went through me and Daniele noticed and said she would take the chill away quickly. Warm oil again but this time wiped up my legs and over my feet with her hands. I could feel the warm oil spill between my legs and warm the lips of my pussy. Each toe was paid such attention that I couldn't think of anything else but her hands. Moving, pressing, plying each little bit of me until my lower legs felt light and heavenly. She moved her hands up the legs, gently at first and then more firmly, kneading the bigger muscles firmly and fluttering over my skin at the same time. Her hands moved the oil on my legs, her hands pushing it ahead of them as she moved up and down and each time her hand moved slightly closer to my lips. So professional, I was sure there was nothing untoward happening and knowing that, I enjoyed each inadvertent move and almost wished she would caress my pussy. Daniele moved to the other side of the table and as she repeated her wonderful massage, she moved the covering sheet higher and exposed my bottom completely. She asked if that made me uncomfortable and explained that she did it so she would be able to massage all of the major muscles. I said that I was not embarrassed and was enjoying her massage immensely. Possibly understanding that as a form of waiver, her touches seemed to become more intimate, if that were possible. Her kneading of my buns was strong and thorough and more oil was poured and seeped down the crack of my ass. As Daniele massaged, her hands pulled my cheeks apart so I knew she could see my puckered hole. I could feel her fingers lightly pass over my hole and just hesitate for a moment. More of her fingers moved down my crack, momentarily visiting my butt hole and then moving even lower. No longer did I have any doubt that she was accidentally brushing my pussy. In fact, my own juices were now mingling with the oil and I knew she could feel them. One hand would slide by my lips and when it reversed direction, one finger would gently spread my lips and I could feel it touching the silken sides, not stopping, but sliding up to stop and now press my pucker. I could barely lie still. I know the first time she spread my lips I let out a slight moan and when she pressed my butt hole it happen again. And then she stopped! She lowered the sheet and asked me to lie on my back. I could barely move. Her eyes were violet. Shocking to see, that color of eyes is so rare. I was mesmerized and I couldn't help smiling at her. I told her I didn't need the sheet any longer and again I said how much I loved her massaging me. It felt like four hands when she spread the warm elixir on my breasts and even more as she kneaded them and pinched my nipples too. I no longer cared what she did to me as long as she didn't stop. One moment fluttering from my pubes to my face, the next squeezing and prodding my breasts and nipples. Then teasing my belly button and tugging my pubic hairs. She was playing a symphony and I was on fire. Daniele raised my leg and rested my ankle on her shoulder. This way she was able to slide both hands up and down my leg, touching and feeling first the top of my legs and then the bottoms, sliding from my ankle to the tops of my thighs and back. When she switched legs, her fingers again gently, softly, oh so sensually fluttered over my pussy. My pussy, now dripping its juices, leaking out and dripping over my anus, mixing with the oils and creating an aroma that was sweeter than the jasmine scented sheet. Daniele's fingers, now pinching my swollen outer lips, pulling them, rubbing them and moving them aside so she could see and tweak my clit. How many hours, this has gone on for an eternity and I never want it to end. I can feel it building now. No longer is it just a touching that is so wonderful, no longer is it making me excited and causing my heart to race and my blood to boil. No, I can feel that moment, that moment that never comes often enough. I can feel my body building to that climax that moment or eternity of cumming. Fingers, jerking my clit, probing my inner walls, pushing on my ass hole. Fingers never stopping, my cunt screaming for more and loving every little thing Daniele is doing. One finger, two inserted and fucking me. One deep and probing and rubbing that spot that now sends me spasming into ecstasy. Cumming! Oh god, yes! I'm cumming. Still she touches, caresses. She's gently wiping me. First my legs and hips and torso. Now gently wiping my pussy and ass, gently with soft wet cloth and fluffy towels. Covering me, leaving me with a "Goodbye Miss Jocelyn" and a gentle kiss to my cheek, I hear the door close. Some time later I wake and feel heaven all through my body. Can we do it again? Now? Chapter 3 Another shower and I sit and try to understand what has gone on in the last twenty-four hours. It seems an eternity since I received marching orders to Hong Kong and find myself more sensually satisfied than I have in three years. Oh, this has been a wonderful trip so far. Sure hope I'm on a roll. When I answered the phone I found I had just a half hour to ready myself for the tailor that was going to provide my business suits. Certainly I wanted to look both professional and feminine at the same time. I didn't know who I was going to negotiate with and that was more than enough reason to look both accepting and strong. I was confident that this hotel would provide the best in the country. Hong Kong was known for high quality custom made clothes and I may as well take advantage of it. Wouldn't it be nice to go home with some high fashion suits? As I have learned to expect, my appointment arrived right on time. I was surprised to meet not only the very distinguished tailor, Mr. Lee, but three assistants as well. It was also interesting to note that Mr. Lee did not introduce the three gentlemen. I assumed it was part of his culture. After polite small talk, Mr. Lee directed that several oversized pattern and material swatch books be placed on a kitchenette island and he proceeded to ask what I had in mind. I told him of the meeting and my intent. He understood immediately and turned to the appropriate displays. I liked what he showed me and we then selected the materials for the different suits. I was enjoying this very much. After selecting those Mr. Lee reached for the last of the catalogues and showed me clothing I had not expected to discuss. He was suggesting and certainly took for granted that he would be providing a complete ensemble. He pointed out blouses he thought would go with each suit, appropriate buttons and clasps, matching shoes, both high heeled and flats and to my complete surprise, intimate apparel that he said would both compliment the wardrobe and give me a feeling of complete superiority. Well this was a new and interesting approach. What now I asked and he directed the assistants to prepare the measurement area. Measuring instruments appeared from yard sticks and measuring tapes to hem stitching guides. A three step platform was situated in the center of the carpet with delicate lighting stanchions placed around it. It was obvious that these gentlemen knew what they were doing and I was about to purchase the most perfect fitting clothes I had ever worn. Mr. Lee then explained what was next to happen and using details and charts in his folder showed me why every measurement was most important. He said this all might take some time and suggested if I ever became fatigued to just let him know. We began with me stepping up on to the platform and two of the assistants began measuring what I was wearing. Hem height, sleeve length, shoe size and collar size with nothing being overlooked. As each piece of clothing and accessory was measured and sketched by the third assistant, it was removed and the remaining pieces were then measured as well. Until this day, my bust size was simply determined by circling my chest with a tape measure and by trying on bras. Not today... Yes a tape measure surrounded me and measurement was noted. Bra strap location was noted and sketched and strap possibilities and non strap bras were discussed, among the four. I was left standing naked save for my bra and panties. One assistant reached up and unclasped my bra and Mr. Lee explained that they would not assume my bra was comfortable for me and they would do critical measurements to guarantee comfort to the point of never being aware that one was even being worn. No one actually asked if I was uncomfortable with this semi nudity, and I suspected that this was normal and necessary. The tallest of the assistants placed a device with, it seemed, a thousand fine wires and by pushing it against my breast took a mirror image of it. He did this from numerous angles, placing his hand on the opposite side of my breast and then placing the instrument on the other. My breasts are not overly large, but they still are firm and I consider them perky. As much as I considered this event interesting and necessary, I also found it kind of... nice. Here was this exotic Asian, young and tall and handsome in his own way, completely anonymous, and feeling my right breast, it seemed, forever. Interestingly, he never touched my nipple. I most enjoyed him cupping my breast underneath while he measured above and when he repositioned the device he would lift my tit as if he were judging its weight. Of course all this manipulating only caused my nipple to think it was having fun. My areolas became excited and little goose bumps appeared all around my nipple letting all that were interested know how much it enjoyed the attention. Then my nipple, oh my, my nipple not only became erect, it hardened and reached out hoping for more attention. I had never had my breasts touched for so long without my nipples getting rubbed and squeezed and kissed. This was new and starting to get very exciting. I had an enormous urge to touch them myself. Amazingly, after finishing with the device, my friendly assistant brought over a small thimble sized cup that he showed me contained a soft paraffin. I couldn't imagine. Holding my tit again, palming my tit, he dusted my nipple with what must have been baby powder. I almost jumped with the touch of the soft bristles on my very aroused nipple. Oh my how wonderful and it lasted for just a moment. I wanted him to just keep flicking that brush, but no. Oh my god, he's taking a mold of my nipple! He's placed the miniature cup over my nipple and he's holding it there. With his other hand he's kneading my breast; I'm sure he's making sure he has a good impression. Well I certainly do. I cannot believe how wonderful this feels and God, he still has my other breast to measure. I half expected a pop when he gently removed the thimble. One of the other assistants came over and smoothed a cleansing lotion on my breast and over my nipple. He gently rubbed it in, smoothing it and pushing the lotion over and around and used his fingers to tweak my excited bud being sure the liquid covered every little bit. Please, don't stop. I didn't realize that I had my eyes closed until the last assistant held my arm because I was swaying. Now a very soft cloth was used to wipe my breast and as it passed over my nipple, the cloth was squeezed and twisted so that all the lotion was wiped away. Swaying or no, I couldn't keep my eyes open the feeling of pleasure was so strong. As my tall Asian began on my other breast, I noticed that I was getting very wet. I could feel my juices gathering and slipping past my pussy lips. There was no way that my panties weren't getting wet! Certainly they would not notice, not with my legs held tightly together. There was no way I could stop, but not to worry, they were almost done. Oh god how I loved to have my tits measured! If they did this the same way back home I'd need two more bureaus just for custom bras. Negotiating Hong Kong Finally, done, and I am so damned close to cumming. I can't wait till they get out of here so I can finish. I am so turned on. I don't care that I'm almost naked, I'm not going to dress while they leave, I just want them out of here and me on the couch! But wait, what? I think I've stopped breathing. Assistant number three is measuring my... ass! With a similar tool, just a bit larger, there he goes, holding and pressing and sliding and holding and pressing and squeezing and... oh my god, how did this happen? How can I just stand here and almost faint with excitement? I'm leaking and I can smell my honey. My juices are running down my legs and no matter how hard I press them together I'm oozing. The other assistant, standing in front of me, says something in Chinese. I look at him, with what expression on my face I don't know because if it isn't one of complete ecstasy it would be a total surprise to me. Instead of repeating it he places one hand on each of my thighs and indicates to me that he wants me to spread my legs. You have to be joking. When I don't move he increases his hand pressure and I move my feet apart. Oh my god, there's nothing stopping it now. I can feel my excitement dripping down my legs and no sheer panties will make any difference at all. Then one of the most erotic things of my life happens. My beautiful little assistant comes over with one of those little plush towels and he gently wipes my legs from my ankles, up my calves, over my inner thighs and just outside my pussy. My eyes were wide open and looking right into those molten pools of his. He had just a bit of his tongue between his lips and he was looking at me as if he understood the storm of excitement raging through my body and he was happy to be part of it. Oh and my other wonderful assistant was stretching a tape around my inner thighs, smoothing it with his hands and just barely brushing against my soaking panties. I couldn't breathe. I know I'm about to faint. Here I stand, in Hong Kong, just in panties, soaked at that, with four strange Asian men and praying it never ends. How did this happen? How can I stand it and let it happen? Mr. Lee! Mr. Lee is now tugging, no not tugging; he is so gently removing my panties! His fingers are inside them, moving them away from my body and taking them off without them even rubbing my flesh. His hands have formed a buffer between my panties and my flesh as if he is worried that they might leave a bruise. Instead his hands are pressed against me. His fingers are touching my bush and so gently are sliding against my mons. I feel his hands and his fingers touching, sliding, picking up wetness and I gasp hoping for more. Then they are gone and sliding down my legs. Even that is electric and my whole body is crackling. I am on fire! I am standing on this little platform, naked, legs splayed, nipples engorged, juices running, lips I know swollen and stretching outside my pussy. I am so close to cumming and screaming and fainting! Whose hands, how many hands, what? I'm finally able to look down and see three assistants "measuring" my legs. Not only my legs, my thighs, my pubic area, my ass cheeks. Fingers all over me there; slipping through the crack of my ass and lower, sliding over my pussy lips, spreading my nectar, rubbing it over my pubes, down my legs, over my belly. They are sitting, on the platform, at my feet. They are looking up into my pussy and my eyes. I can't breathe, can't swallow. My hands can't move but I can feel the blood pulsing in them, nowhere near as hard it is pumping in my heart and head. My mouth is open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Fingers circle my thighs, how many of them, sliding up and now press into my pussy. So wet and slick it opens and welcomes them. One finger, two, five and many hands. I see each of them fingering me, pulling on those swollen silky lips, rubbing them and delving deep into me. Mr. Lee, it has to be, grabs me by the waist from behind as my legs collapse as this exploding orgasm steals every bit of strength I have. He holds me, not letting me fall and at the same time keeps me in place for my wonderful ministers of pleasure to continue to touch me, caress me, smooth the ecstasy from my exhausted and satiated body. Now they gently carry me, placing me on the divan and with gentle cloths and powders wipe me and sooth me. All four of them, worshiping my pink and glowing body, finally, and for the second time this day, covered me with a sheet from my bed. Softly they gather their tools and note books and catalogues and with Mr. Lee whispering that my wardrobe would arrive at this time tomorrow, they quietly left. One hand cradling a breast and the other pressed into the warm of my pussy, I dozed once more, totally spent. Chapter 4 If for no other reason my trip to the orient is a success because of all of these very splendid and oh so comfortable new clothes. Just wait till headquarters gets a look at my next expense report! Now if I can pull off the purchase of the century, nobody will even notice. Thank goodness for all those little people back home who filled my briefcase full of insider info on these marks. I feel so confident knowing so much and you know what they say about power: "If you've got it, it's just knowing you do. You don't have to show it unless you have to." I have the power! Let's bring it on. Is it just a ploy? All parties assembled, ready to start an no head man from Plazma Corp. Who does he think he is? If this acquisition weren't so critical to the Asian market I would walk right now. Suck it up Jocelyn, no matter what time he arrives, you are in charge and you have all the leverage. "He's just arrived Ms. Broadsword." Loud enough for all those present to hear, everyone was now in grand anticipation. My only weakness at the moment was being the only one in the room that did not know Frank Smithson, CEO and COO of the largest micro chip producer this side of the world. Small weakness Mr. Smithson. Ok, don't show it. Deep breaths through your nose, calm yourself. You can get it together. How can this happen? How many people on the Island? How many business people in Hong Kong? Somewhere, sometime, someone put a curse on me. Jocelyn, you have got to get it together. Have a sip of water. No, fainting is not acceptable. Immediately, before the handshake and the introduction, impossible not to recognize those eyes, the length of him, the lips. I certainly took my time studying that body in the plane. How could this man, this pervert who forced me to expose myself and who spent who knows how much time looking at me, watching me touch myself and seeing me get wet! How could this be the same man!? Jocelyn! Stop! Your negotiation, your job, your life depends on you dragging it all together and being the warrior you know you are. I can not look at him. That smirk. That knowing look. He couldn't possibly have know who I was before now. We didn't share names. No this is just a very bad and evil coincidence. Pull it together. After intros and coffee and pastries and preliminaries we got down to what it was all about: who could maintain cool and collected and not blink the longest. All the spreadsheets were spread, details were micro viewed and nothing more was to be said. We wanted them and they didn't want to come. Blood, it always comes down to spilling corporate blood. Thank goodness for the hours that had gone by. I was now back and prepared to bury it to the hilt. "Mr. Smithson, we had hoped to make this a pleasant transfer of corporate ownership. Obviously you do not intend to come voluntarily. If I may, before we both concede and stop negotiating, may I speak with you alone for just a few minutes?" Eyebrows raised and just the hint of a smile he said that it would be a pleasure to chat privately. We moved to a private conference room and sat side by side. "No I didn't know it was you on the plane", he started. "I must say I was so pleased to see you again and from the moment I left the plane I regretted not getting your name and number. I would have regretted it forever." "Please Mr. Smithson, you embarrassed me then and you are embarrassing yourself now. It was a moment of silly indiscretion and I never want to think about it again." "Jocelyn, I know it wasn't a fleeting moment and so do you. You were seething with passion in that seat and if we had more time we would have melted the tray tables. You are seething with that same passion in that board room and it's obvious you don't want to forget it and you want so much more. In that short time I saw a woman on fire with sexuality and desire. Do not dismiss it. I don't care how this meeting goes today, I want to spend time with you tonight. I want to ravish you. I want to finish what we started. You are so far from home and you can be the woman you always wanted to be. You are strong, take me. You are so ready to have an explosive night of passion, use me. Don't say a thing now. I'm staying at the Midori in the penthouse. The door will be open all night. Come to me. Now what do you have in mind for my business?" I cannot even think about what he just said. He cannot know that every nerve in my body is screaming for him to touch it. He cannot know that I have been wet since he walked in this morning. I have got to do business! Jocelyn, stop it, be professional. Touch me, kiss me, ravish me! Ok, wait until I take everything you have then you can give me everything you've got. "Listen Mr. hot pants. Nothing that ever happened in the plane or in your business is going to keep us from owning you. You played loose and too friendly with too many low life's and we know every one of them. You bribed everyone from politicians to law enforcement, from judges to suppliers and media and we know every one of them. We won't take you apart if we can't complete this deal, we'll spill the blood of everyone that you've ever done dirty deals with. Count yourself lucky that I'm giving you an opportunity to bale. It will be your last opportunity. You have until you sit down in the board room to acquiesce or you ruin oh so many people. A simple nod will do. See you in the board room Mr. Smithson." Chapter 5 God I love my new clothes. I feel both invincible and so fucking sexy. Yeah! Stuck it to him. Oh my god, I am so damn wet and excited. If he tried to throw me down on top of the conference table in front of everyone I would probably beat him to the shiny table top and be naked before the coffee got served. I am so dammed turned on. Emails were sent almost immediately both to corporate and to his quaking staff. Mission was accomplished and I am hero to anyone in the know. Not that I was worried about my extravagant expense account, but the victory assures me of its approval. God I love my new bra and panties. Sipping a Jack at the bar, thinking about the day's events, the week's events, makes my mouth water for more than a mash whiskey. Gulping I consider packing and its merit over a night of wanton sex. There's nothing like a good dose of Jack to help make a difficult decision, especially when you're already drunk with lust. The door was unlocked and moved easily as I left the sane world and moved into a fantasy of enormous excitement. As I moved through this so luxurious living room I felt my wet soaking my panties yet again. Somehow a frivolous thought flashed through my mind; how can I have so much pussy juice in me? Will I ever run dry? As I approached what I hoped was the bedroom I unbuttoned my new jacket and dropped it behind me. Followed by my skirt and my custom fitted blouse. I wasn't approaching a negotiating meeting; it was a meeting of bodies. I wanted as little as possible in the way. Finally entering the master suite and attired in just my bra, panties and high heels, I saw that my quest would not be in vain. There, lying on the black satin sheets was this magnificent specimen, naked except of silk boxers and smiling like he knew for certain that I could not stay away. This creature did not hide his excitement. It was so obvious in the subdued lighting that those briefs were concealing just what my body was aching for. Yes, in the last couple of days my body had been looked at, massaged to heavenly proportions, titillated by multiple hands and masturbated to unconsciousness. However, it was screaming to be fucked! There were no hellos. Just a hand outstretched, welcoming me or my body to his platform of expectant delights. I reached out remembering that the last time I touched this hand it was in a handshake of victory for my side. This time it was electric with passion and mind numbing sexual tension. He pulled me down to the bed so that I landed lying face up and his mouth was immediately sucking and nibbling at my satin covered nipple. I sucked in lungs full of air as I felt my nipple and breast being soaked with his saliva. His mouth never stopped as he grabbed my other breast and squeezed and kneaded and teased. My body unconsciously squirmed and pushed against this onslaught, resisting and begging for more at the same time. More! Please! Faster, slower! Please don't stop! My mind was running away with the excitement, the growing passion. My hands couldn't keep still, first grabbing his head, pulling his wonderful curls, sliding over his hard rippling shoulders and back. One finger joined his mouth and tongue and felt its fury and followed its path. It could feel the heat of his breath and teased his tongue. Just for a moment he sucked on my finger, his tongue sliding past it and licked my palm. Electric, lightning like, my body spasmed and my other fingers scratched unable to contain the excitement. He moaned and bit down on my finger enough to show he loved it. His head moved and I couldn't tell if it was following his tongue or leading it. All I know is that wetness trail he was leaving was heaven and not quenching the fire in my body. Nibbling, sucking and licking with his strong hands replacing his mouth on my breasts I wanted him at my pussy! Suddenly I was rolled over and I felt his weight on top of me. His hands were kneading my shoulders and neck, then running through my hair and every nerve in my body felt his attention. Once again I felt his passion filled tongue trailing spit and excitement down my back to the band of my panties. His tongue pushed its way under the band, just a little and he followed it across my back. It was a message, he was close and he wasn't turning away. Nibbling again, this time my ass cheeks, through my panties. Pinching and licking, pulling the sheer fabric and letting it pop back in place. Following the crack of my ass first quickly and then maddening slowly. Pushing his tongue into the crack, the satin leaving little resistance to his invasion, he hesitates and I can hear him inhale. Another moan elicited by the smell of my juices and rolls me over again and returns to my pussy and lunges with his tongue. Pushing against my soaking panties I can feel his tongue and mouth sucking and licking at my juices and pussy. My wet pussy bathed in his saliva and swimming in my own honey is contracting involuntarily and begging for intrusion. His hands leave my breasts, aching from attention and nipples extended and harder than they have ever been. His fingers now grabbing my panties and mercifully removing them. I can't help but to look at his face and slick with our wetness it is filled with passion and lust and couldn't possibly be any more beautiful. His eyes, looking at me, are full of crystal blue cravings. Suddenly his mouth covers my pussy. Not biting, not licking, not moving, it sucks. It sucks my pussy inside and this heavenly man does something that makes me think I am being swallowed. Oh my god! Sucking, with his tongue buried in my cunt, penetrating me, licking the inside of me, basting my inner walls and making my juices flow without stopping. My body arches off the bed, my hands clawing at the slippery sheets, I hear this animal moan and realize it's me and I can't stop it. This climax, this fit of ecstasy; this moving through the portal of heaven is mind blowing and earth shattering. Nothing else in the universe mattered. No thought of living any longer mattered. Only right now, completely and totally excited and giving in to the moment mattered. And he didn't, wouldn't stop! Almost grabbing his head to pull it away because I think I'm about to die if he goes on, I do grab his hair and feel his mouth leave my pussy. First licking and nibbling my thighs and then grabbing my bit of pubic hair with his teeth and gently tugging he inadvertently or intentionally helps me to survive and return to him. Rising up on his knees, he crawls slowly up along my body. His face still slick with my juices, my cum is ecstatic. This is not the smirk I saw in the boardroom, nor the smile of defeat when his company was lost, not even the smile of invitation he used to close our personal deal. No, this was a smile of lust, of lust unfinished. Crawling placed him right over my hand. I reached up and grabbed his prick, surrounded by his silk underwear and squeezed. Gently, urgently, barely milking him. His face froze, his body arched and I could see his muscles spasm and his body almost collapse. Instead he gasped and moved slightly through my hand. I wasn't going to let go. I felt the silk covered veins, swollen with excitement and pictured how beautiful they must be. I milked and moved my hand over the landscape of his throbbing passion, exploring his cock to minute detail. The ridge of his head was hard and smooth and the valley was so deep. I hesitated there to feel the depth of that valley and slid my hand around the circumference, feeling the size and the ridge underneath and pictured it buried in my cunt. Involuntarily I squeezed and watched him close his eyes and lick his lips. His arms, covered in such beautiful delicate hair, were shivering. Not with exhaustion, with passion and excitement. I was milking him and he loved it and I couldn't stop. My hand slipping now over the head of his amazing prick first felt the shape and size and then the heat of his oozing pre cum. Wet, slicking my hand, I could almost taste it. I hesitated only a moment, enjoying the slippery, the heat, the lust of his emission. I milked him some more, then cradled his balls. Oh my, heavy, hot, even through the silk. I had to feel the flesh and I slid my hand through the leg hole to cuddle his nuts. Huge, heavy filled I know with pints of cream. Gently squeezing, feeling the balls pressed together, separating them, tugging on his sack. His face now dipping to taste my lips and them opening and accepting his tongue to suck and duel with. My hand, leaving his balls for a moment to grab and jerk his prick causing him to nip my tongue and that making me squeeze a bit more. I didn't want him to cum, not yet. I slid my hands to his balls again, caressing and moving past lightly tickling just behind them and in front of his anus. This caused his back to arch and his hips to move involuntarily towards me. My fingers moved over his ass hole and he moaned and froze. I slid my hand back, milked and captured his precum. I moved that bit of slippery gel to his butt hole and spread it around. Oh he liked that. Just pushing against it enough for him to feel my finger starting to penetrate, he moaned again. This man was close to cumming. He was also driving me insane with desire. My pussy was recovered and the endless supply of juices was well on their move again. Do I finish him or do I have him bury his prick in me and fill me up? Reluctantly leaving his butt hole and his obvious excitement, my hand follows his passion past his nuts with a gentle squeeze, grasping his engorged cock and begins to milk him again. Not just visiting this time, no, paying attention to his hardened prick, lust filled face and my maxed out excitement, I begin to jerk him off in earnest. I know that he will love this and in just a little bit, after this first, fantastic explosion he will be iron hard again and I will ride him for all he's worth and for eternity. I move, not letting go of his prick, to a kneeling position beside and slightly behind him. I am resting my breasts on his ass and milking him from behind. It is so very obvious how much he is loving this, prick rock hard and so hot. However he's not the only one loving it. My body is trembling, scorched with passion and everything that's happening is lending to it. I can't help but touch myself, fingers easily sliding through my leaking pussy lips to touch me. Oh my, I am so fucking hot and turned on. Negotiating Hong Kong But no, I've got a prick in my hand and I don't want to be distracted. Moving my cunt juice coated hand between his legs, I grab his balls and can feel my other hand stroking. I know he is paralyzed with pleasure. I know his body is mine and I control his breathing and his heartbeat. I am giving him the fucking time of his life and I absolutely love it. Slowly, gently milking, then grabbing and jerking, all of his prick and then just the head. Screwing and squeezing, now just a ring of two fingers slipping over his head and up again. His breathing is erratic, the flesh on his back deep pink with excitement. His head is actually lolling from side to side. Every now and then I think he is collapsing, but he becomes taught and rises full on his knees again. All the while, never resting, I cajole his cream to boil, his prick to scream with pleasure, his balls to fill with that load of cum that begs to shoot. Slowly, surely I will have him literally in the palm of my hands. Milking, urging that cream, cum to me. The silk of his shorts are no longer cool, now they are hot with his passion and sweat. Soon, very soon, they will be filled with his shooting cum. I can feel it now. My hand surrounding his nuts can feel the contractions, the announcement that their cream has reached the boiling point and they are ready to spill. I squeeze his cock, enough to make him buck, hearing him grunt and moan, no expression of pain and no cry of "please stop". Oh no, he wants to cum, to shoot, to feel heaven descend. And I'm helping. I'm no longer gently jerking, no I'm determined now. I'm not going to let him gently come, I want an eruption. Now without relent I jerk and milk and help him reach the moment. With a convulsion of balls and cock and an animal moan, this our of control man shoots his load and I'm not stopping. His body is almost flailing with excitement and passion and erupting in gobs of cum literally splashing against his shorts and leaking past them. He can't take it anymore and he fall sideways so I have to release him. Still moaning and rolling on to his back, I pull his shorts down, looking at his prick for the first time and I grab it. Covered with cum, I slide my hands up and down, both of them spreading his load over his prick and balls. His eyes are wide and he's breathing through his mouth and I've never seen such lust on anyone's face. I can't resist spreading his juices over his belly and chest, pinching his nipples with my spunk covered fingers. His head lolls side to side, tongue licking his lips as his heart catches up with his body. He's coming down and one hand joins mine in spreading his jiz over his body. "I love that. Don't stop." "I love it too." I can't stop. This is so fucking great and as far as I'm concerned, it's just beginning. Amazingly, as much as my pussy was desperate for cock, we headed for his shower to wash each other till we were rosy with hot water and louffa scrubbing. No part of either of our bodies was left without attention and all it did was fire me up. His hands and mouth, before, during and after washing me just added fuel to that passion fire that was once more growing. I was clean, but not done. When it happened I didn't see it coming. I was leaning with my hands against the shower walls and he was eating me from behind. Before I could take a voluntary breath, his prick was buried to the hilt and I could feel him deeper than anything that had been in my cunt. Driven through the slick, and parked for a moment, I could not move, breathe, utter a sound. This is what I came to Hong Kong for, wasn't it? Slowly, out. Almost out then slowly in and again, this time hard and jarring and all I could do was hang on while the world ended and my cunt took over the universe. I heard me scream, or was it him? My orgasm startled me. I didn't know I was so close and I was cumming and screaming and moaning and biting my lips. Nothing in the world ever could compare, ever with this. His cock was all that existed and it and my cunt was me. I didn't need anything else, no food or water. I am dead and in eternal heaven. I am being fucked to die for and forever. His prick fills me, is rubbing every bit of my cunt and every nerve ending is screaming and cumming and in orgasmic heaven. That magnificent cock is moving on and on and I can feel those rock hard nuts slapping against my thighs. That wonderful prick that I was just milking and jerking to an explosion is banging me with no end. Those wonderful nuts that just a short time ago were delivering their load of milk were now whipping my body. I can't stand like this much longer, but please don't let it stop. What? He's carrying me. I am dripping wet from the shower and the fucking and he's carrying me to the bed. It's not going to end! Thank god! He's going to fuck me till there's no tomorrow and he does. When did I fall asleep? It's night time and the soft light from the ceiling night lights help me to see his body next to mine. Reminiscent of our first visit together in the plane, he lies so I can look at him. Air dried locks of mussed curls, a face relaxed and lacking the contortions of passion, lips, crimson with left over excitement. His chest, firm and taught nipples even in repose and his waist, ripped and gorgeous. Shaved pubes and flaccid cock nestled with his nuts, so perfectly delicious and crowning those long muscular legs. Can I keep him? Would he come home with me? Who am I kidding? I'm Jocelyn Broadsword, giant killer, corporate assassin, fucking great lover. I have a life, a career that is flying higher with every conquest. Keep him? There are hundreds of him. Why would I want one in the way? Get on with it Jocelyn. You have worlds to conquer. Kiss him good bye and go catch your flight. Hell, you came to Hong Kong, destroyed a corporation for your employer and are going home with a new wardrobe. Well part of one anyway. That suit that was part of a momentary diversion will stay and hopefully the hotel maid will make good use of it. It's time to go home sweet Jocelyn. Thanks for the fun Hong Kong!