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The Cone

By: DreamerKitty



Day after day, they tried to redefine their connection. Flirting was working. They both wanted to feel that spark. Unsure of the flame's value, those flickers of excitement kept them both interested. They connected on many levels. He turned her on but she would not let him hear that passion pour through just yet.

When they at last decided to embrace the relationship's dynamics, names were exchanged. "for now, you can call me Jason" he stated as if it were some grand confession. "And you may call me Cameron" was her slightly confident response.

It felt as though a wall had been dismantled, piece by piece, crumbling the barrier that until now separated them. 

With the small amount of worry in her, she excused herself from the conversation on the premise that her battery would soon be out of charge and she did not want him to be cut off. Before disconnecting, she assured him she'd contact him again.

As soon as communication ended, her painted fingertips found a comfortable place upon the burnished silvery keyboard. Thousands of strokes (of her fingers upon the keys) the tale was nearly finished and began as follows:

The long line at the festival was slowly shortening. Their patience was wearing thin as my emotions were becoming heavy – not the serious kind of heavy, but the need-to-release-soon type of heavy. Jason watched as I performed a dance of sorts. Unsure of what caused the little dance, he asked enthusiastically as if he was a boy asking whether his favorite team won the game. With a wink, I told him of the humidity factor down below and how he was the man making me so wet. A twinge here and a tickle there, squeezing my knees together was the most likely means of keeping my sensations under control.

I tried to explain that it was a viable answer, since if I were to begin touching myself as a man would –to make all necessary adjustments- I may not be able to stop. In and of itself, this may not be so bad, but I'd prefer he be the one to do all the touching. So, back to the dance...tightening my muscles was only adding to the wetness. I tried to clamp my thighs together and pinch off the extra blood flow to my lips, but it was not working fast or well enough to suppress the feelings. It had to stop, but I could not make it so.

It was finally Jason's turn to order. He stepped up to the counter and boldly ordered one blueberry ice cream for me and one vanilla cone for himself. We left quickly to get back to the 4 wheel drive. Windows wide open, the heat was melting things faster than I could effectively lick, Jason enjoyed the visuals of seeing me lick my fingers and suck at the drips as they slowly trickled off the edge of the cone. Long lapping strokes of my flattened tongue brought his mind from my ice cream and to the suddenly hardening cock moving in his shorts.

As mentioned before, men are "allowed– in their unwritten male culture-to adjust their stuff and get away with it. And, as I watched, dampening my panty-less skirt further, he had adjusted himself well enough to easily grow out the bottom of his shorts. 

The next lick was married with a moan as I watched his head emerge. He had the most beautiful penis I think I'd ever seen. My moan caught his attention, causing his eyes to scan downwards.

Just as soon as he saw the pink flesh poking out, he tried to cover up. He was too long and his shorts were too short. My eyes lifted and lit up at the sight of him touching it. His eyes eventually went to the cleavage separating two extremely excited and hardened nipples.

While his eyes remained fixed, I lowered my cone to them to break his stare. He looked my way and I asked for a "lick of his". He grew instantly! I was sure to take a wad of cream in my mouth as he offered his cone my way. After that, I asked him through my giggle to "hold mine". He took it, but with a curiosity.  One finger made way through my closed lips. My other hand reached into my v-neck, pulled it aside to expose one hard pink nipple. As I withdrew the cream filled finger, I smeared the cream across my breast, grabbed it with the other hand from underneath pushed it up, and offered it to him. Jason emphatically looked at the two ice cream cones filling his hands and believed me to be teasing him.

"You'd better hurry before I lick it all off myself" I threatened playfully. Jason grunted some caveman kind of sound as he handed my cone back to me. He licked it off me and sucked all around just to be sure he got it all. This fun game went on for a while – feeding him ice cream off my breast but the lower half was feeling a bit left out. Jason somehow sensed it. He put the car in gear and headed off to a parking area near exit 17.  The car was hardly in park before his hand shifted into exploration mode. When I asked for a few licks of his, he smirked and lifted the lower edge of his shorts, thinking that I was trying to be polite or hinting at asking for his continually swelling cock. When I reached my tongue towards his cone, he met me half way to feed me. Again, my fingers helped him along. 

My seat reclined, his exploring hand slid my skirt up and I dabbed some vanilla on each and every spot that was craving some of his tongue's abilities. Like a good man, he licked me clean. The coolness of his tongue was a refreshing treat. The gasp I let out was sprinkled with orgasmic sparks. Each time his tongue was about to break contact, his lips collided with my flesh clamped between them. Sucking and pulsating kept me stimulated and increased the levels as well. I cried out his name in a forced way, since he brought me to such a breathless state. 

His cool lips chilled my swollen hot wet clit, paving the way for his tongue to continue the rhythm he began. A few quicker laps of his tongue became my indicator that he may need me to reload, or that it was now my turn. As it would be, it was my turn to reciprocate. 

With a bit of good fortune, I'd be able to provide him with that same level of unexplainable comfort. Cool yet warm moist mouth upon that super sensitive organ that was waiting for some attention...is what he waited patiently for. He held his cone to my mouth for a last big swirl of my tongue across the sweet drips. When I smiled, it deposited a thin layer of whiteness on my upper lip. I had to swallow most of what was in my mouth in order to lick the cream from my lip. Jason felt badly about not letting me glide his hard cock over my lips and into a blast of cold creaminess. He held his cone up once more and allowed me the absolute pleasure of another long lick of his stuff.

My virtually empty cone balanced his balls on it as if they were a substitute refill of ice cream. I giggled under my breath as I withdrew his cock and licked at the new flavor filling my cone. He got nervous as I bared my teeth pretending to be ready to nibble at the treat before me. The brief joke ended quickly as I reinserted his head. With a curl of my tongue, he had a groove to slide in on. In an inch and out half, in another inch and out another half. He let me play until he felt the curve at the back of my tongue. I could feel his waning patience in the way he held my head snug. Lips pressed to his skin, cock head to the tonsils, we were fitting well together. The cone managed to fall from my hand and that game would not resume. More focus on the task at hand brought him to a guttural moan. 

Sensations pulsated through me at the tune he was humming. The wetness that began an hour ago only intensified as he continued with the vocal participation. Knowing I would not be saying much, he managed to speak to my desires and then commanded me not to reply. Groaning and moaning was the acceptable response to his comments. He even went as far as to tell me when to suck, and how hard it should be done. It remains an unanswered ponderance as to whether it was possible to talk with a throat full of a man. On to bigger and better causes first.

Little pulsations in and out, moving a fast inch each way once he was in place brought him to a guttural scream. It excited me beyond my next breath. I pumped him harder with each thrust of his hips. His response kept me getting progressively wetter and more turned on. Wherever his hips gyrated, my mouth followed. We maintained the rhythm of a fantastic sexual escapade generally held for a scripted movie. 

Jason was amazing and passionate and the moment I touched my pussy again with one light fingertip, I made myself jump. By the time that fingertip eased past my lips to my swollen clit, the cock in my throat was turning my scream to a moan! I came before he did, but once he realized the twisting and writhing of my body was not just response to him, he came immediately. 

There was hesitation on his part. Jason knew I wanted to swallow all he had to offer, yet I wanted as much to feel the heat of the next facial he'd apply. I took it in the face and licked off whatever was dripping to the corners of my panting, ingratiating mouth. 

Eyes closed gently but fully, I rolled to my side and reflected as he tumbled beside me... the first words pushed over my lips asked him what came of his cone...

The Conference



It was late October another company statewide meeting was at hand. They looked forward to these gatherings since it provided them with a few nights together in which they could enjoy each other without fear of being caught. In actuality, whatever suspicions their spouses had were always heightened during these times, and they were more on edge, probably out of guilt. But the opportunity to be together was worth the risk and this year was no exception.

They traveled together to the meeting site in Stanton, a small resort town in the middle of the state. The organization for which they worked was eclectic in personnel. Depending on who was placed in charge of the meeting the location could be anywhere from the sophistication of major resorts to the squalor of old socialist hotels. This year was a new locale, some kind of religious retreat whose rooms had all the charm of a freshman college dorm. In fact, that was exactly the look, shared bathrooms, cinder block walls, harsh overhead lighting. Dining reminded him of college also, except the food at the his college had been better. But they were here, and they had their own room even if it had single beds. Nothing could be better, even if the shared bathroom, ruled out all hope of shower sex. They would happily make do.

They had arrived around noon, in time for the arrival lunch with the group, and attended all the required meetings, separately relating to their fellow employees and renewing old acquaintances; to the casual observer they were little more than co-workers. But when dinner was scheduled, they left the compound together, finding a restaurant in the suburbs, a steak and fish place that had the atmosphere of a good restaurant, practical, yet faintly romantic. The exact proportions of that formula were measured by the diner's participants. In their case, the place was very romantic; dark, with small enough tables so they could intertwine their legs, so that he could touch her knee, even run his fingers up to her thigh. He had a repeating fantasy that in the corner of a dark restaurant or bar on a crowded night they would sit at a table and he would finger her into an orgasm with no one the wiser. She would gladly accommodate him, she too waited for the proper location. This was close, but not quite it.

They shared dinner, a bottle of wine and good conversation. Anytime they went out like this, the dinner would take two hours, and the elapsed time would feel to them like two minutes. They would look at their watches and be amazed that it was so late, they would sometimes feel cheated by time, they needed more of it so they could spend more time together. The theme was so recurrent that they longed for a change in their lives, one that would give them an opportunity to live together. But each day, each event in their separate lives seemed designed to move them in the opposite direction, away from one another, retreating from what they wanted.

They left the restaurant arm in arm, with a lightness in their step that only lovers could duplicate. They returned to their room, locked the doors, and fell into one another's arms while they explored each others mouths. They had left the overhead lights on, glaring fixtures that shed a stark light, bright enough so they could almost see their own shadows. The light allowed them to see the bodies they each coveted, each thinking the other perfect. Their clothes came off as they kissed and explored one another's body, and they lay on top of the single beds blankets, warmed by their own body heat, which was increasing with each caress, with each kiss, with each exploration of yet a new part of the others anatomy.

When he first slipped his cock into her, she spread her legs slightly more to accommodate him, moaning audibly, so happy that he chose to enter her first. They moved in unison in super slow motion, locked in an embrace that neither wanted to ever end. As he felt his orgasm approaching he withdrew from her, turning her over, kissing her down the length of her backbone, pausing at each vertebrae, massaging her breasts and swollen nipples. He worked his way down her ass, finally reaching the destination that she so wanted him to reach, sucking her pussy deeply, looking for and then finding the button that she needed pushed. As he felt her orgasm approaching, he kissed and licked her upper thigh, slowly moving down her leg, lingering on the back of her knee, lightly touching and kissing her calf, her ankle, her foot. He kissed and sucked her toes, and then repeated the performance in the opposite order on her other leg, first the toes, foot, ankle, calf.

Her moans never decreased, she was delighted that he lingered so, that he would so slowly allow her excitement to build. She was so enjoying this absolute attention, so exhilarated that he was so tender with her, so amazed that he would treat her in a way that she could have only dreamed possible. There had been times that he would whisper to her that he wanted to lick every square inch of her body, usually at some totally inappropriate moment, causing her to lose all her concentration and be distracted with the thought of what it would be like. Now it was happening, and in her wildest imagination she had never believed that she could enjoy it this much. This was why she loved him; he was capable of doing anything for her, just to make her happy. She so longed for such attention, for such respect, to be so pampered. She wished she could do more for him.

By now he was back to her pussy, running his tongue over and around her engorged clitoris, every stroke bringing her closer to an orgasm whose strength she could hardly imagine. She loved to be teased like this, the longer her anticipation, the stronger her reaction would be. They both knew that this would be special for both of them. Again she felt herself on the verge of her orgasm, and again he stopped just short of her climax, this time kissing and licking his way up her rib cage to her neck, which he now caressed in his hands, letting her long hair become entangled in his fingers while he rubbed his face into the nape of her graceful neck. They kissed, pulled away from one another for a brief moment, staring at each other with loving eyes aglow with passion, smiling at one another, in awe of their effect on one another, then resuming the kiss that neither could resist.

He entered her again, this time from behind, and again she sighed in surrender, wanting him to come into her so she could give him the pleasure that she so wanted him to have, that she hoped he would always remember. But he resumed the methodical and maddeningly slow strokes, which once again brought her to the edge of delight. This had become her favorite position over the years. She loved the alternating pain and pleasure that accompanied each stroke as he drove so deeply into her. It was a sensation that she only had with him, that she attributed to his size although it probably was simply related to her lack of familiarity with the position, since few of her other lovers had shown much interest in any such diversity.

For his part he so wanted her in every way possible that he would try anything with her, in a continuing effort to provide her with the ultimate pleasure, the pleasure that would cement her to him forever, the pleasure that he so hoped she could never match elsewhere. He had long ago accomplished that goal, but he always sought to increase her excitement, he wanted each experience to surpass the last, to have her thinking about what the next encounter would bring. He knew she would love this position, and he enjoyed it as well, feeling her firm ass against his groin as he drove into her with each thrust. She was perfect for him in any position, and his need to please her drove him in an attempt to be so inventive in his lovemaking so that each night was like a first. With her he had succeeded. He would sometimes ask her what she wanted, but she would almost always leave the choice to him; she liked the surprise, she felt it gave her some clue to his thinking.

She could tell he was fighting to hold back, and while she wanted him, she knew what he wanted from her, and what she wanted so much to provide. They had been making love for almost two hours when he once again slipped his fully erect penis out of her, this time shifting his body around so that they were in the numerical position with him on top. She gladly took him into her tiny mouth, licking and sucking with such enthusiasm and abandon that he could barely hold back. He licked her pussy yet again, happy with the thought that she could taste herself on his shaft, much like a child with their favorite flavor lolly pop.

Once again she had him teetering on an orgasm, and he again shifted, taking her again from the top position, and noticing that she had spread her legs so that they were perpendicular to the bed, so he could see their sweet form in the corner of his eye as he pushed away from her, locking his arms and arching his back so he could watch her during the result that he knew was soon to arrive. He knew he could wait no longer. Despite his efforts at self control his thrusting was uncontrollably quickening in pace, and she had now placed her feet on the bed, knees bent, using her legs to drive herself up toward him as he stroked down on her, achieving the maximum penetration that she so enjoyed. Her moans were now screams of pleasure, over which she had no control and no desire to control.

He knew the exact meaning of those screams, and while he kissed her to quiet her, he wanted to hear them, he wanted the neighbors and the whole world to hear them, so everyone could appreciate the fulfillment that they reached in one another's arms. So he stopped kissing her, snuggled into her neck and felt the first burst of his own orgasm arrive simultaneously with his own groans, followed instantaneously by the uncontrolled spasming of her body as she climaxed with never before felt intensity. Wave after wave overtook them, as they struggled to make it last, as they wished for this moment last forever, or at least to be permanently fixed in their minds, as they hoped their feelings could be somehow ingrained in them for future reference as needed.

They collapsed, totally drained of strength, literally unable to move their bodies. Tears of joy ran down her cheek, which he kissed and licked, knowing what she felt and so wanting to show her that he was equally effected. He smiled at her, trying to somehow get closer, staying inside her as they remained in this unending embrace. Finally, when he could at least speak, although he was still trying to catch his breath, he panted,

"Oh god, I know it can't get any better than that, that was the most fantastic experience of my life, thank you, thank you."

She knew how he felt, she knew that she had never been so close to another human being as she was to him right now, but she couldn't accept that it wouldn't get better, because to concede that would be to admit that they had passed a peak that she still wanted to climb.

"That was unbelievable, you are absolutely incredible, there's never been anything in my life that was even close to that, but do you think we can keep trying to do even better? I want to, I want you to always try, I want us to always get better, to always improve, to never accept as the ultimate what we had before."

"Oh honey, we won't. I love you so much, I want us to always go on, I'll never stop loving you, never stop trying to do more, never stop pleasing you in new and better ways. I'll do anything you want."

"Ì know, I know, I love you so much."

They fell asleep in their embrace, joined together, waking an hour later, turning off the lights, holding on to one another in a tight embrace, fearful of letting go. They would make love again in the morning, passion lit with a renewed fervor. But they would never forget that night.



The Conference



I was finally settled into my room at the Marriott. The flight was typical, the hotel a hotel. I still wasn't sure if the following week would be of any value. I wrestled with how I could better have argued my case not to attend this conference as I settled onto the bed and opened the paperback I had purchased while waiting for my flight. I probably wouldn't get past the first few pages knowing my travels that day had depleted most of my energy.

Sure enough a few paragraphs in and my eyes got heavy and my mind began to wander. I flipped off the light, set the book on my night table and set my mind free. Suddenly, without warning, he popped into my mind, as he often does when I am nodding off. My body stirred as this fantasy man entered my mind. I could not now escape him or the story I created and refined with each of his visits. His face flashed into my mind. It wasn't the face of any particular person. It was a blend of faces, models in magazines I had recently flipped through, that cute guy standing on the corner yesterday when I turned right on a red-light, a hunk or two that had approached me at bars in the course of my life. His body I constructed in much the same way; bodies from magazines, the gym, the beach and a portions of a lover or two I had known. It was a dangerous place that place between consciousness and sleep. ...I am already in his arms and floating around the luxurious king size bed with him. He is kissing my partially clad body and caressing the rest. I hold him, kiss him when I can, I feel a stirring throughout my body ...wait is that sensation in my dream or is it my conscious self that is reacting... he always knows where to touch me at the right moments.. my hand is resting next to my breast, just on the other side of my flannel pj's... I move my thumb a little and I feel my nipple respond... as his... my hand cups my... breast and firmly holds onto it... I watch my navel appear as his head moves south along my torso and he leaves trails of moisture where his warm tongue touches me. His chin brushes against the tuft of hair that defines the path he will follow to my desire.........

Morning arrived all too quickly. My feet dragged. My visitor had left his telltale stickiness on my thighs. It felt good in some ways, not so good in others. I think it would only have felt better had my visitor been real flesh and blood... and of course still holding me at this very moment. I felt my way around the room. No good music on the radio. It took forever for the water to get warm in the shower. And what should I wear. Business casual I guess. It's always safest until I know how the rest of the conference attendees are dressing.

Ever punctual, there were only a few other people in the room when I arrived. Jim somebody welcomed me and introduced himself as the workshop coordinator. Oh yeah, not really a conference, it was more of a workshop, an education opportunity was how Chuck my boss had referred to it.. I looked around and selected a seat near the middle of the room, but a little closer to the front and on the perimeter so I could easily scan the room if I was bored. To minimize distractions I also put my back to the door so I wouldn't be tempted to follow people with my gaze as they came and went. A coffee and a muffin, a few more arrivals and I sat down where I had dropped my things. The buzz in the room was slowly growing. When someone would sit at my table I would politely nod and continue appearing to be interested in the welcome material we had received. People were chatting about all sorts of nothings as my mind wondered to places elsewhere....work that awaited me at the office... clothes for my son... what is he doing right now??? My mind returned to the conference room quickly. Why? What had brought me back? A brief silence then women chatting. Women almost giggling. I looked at a few woman across the room and noticed their quick glances and peering that bordered on stares. I turned my head following their sight lines. There he was. My visitor. My fantasy man. Well, not exactly, but the closest thing to him I had ever seen. Yeah OK so the looks were there. That's less than half the fantasy. What about the rest? Well, maybe I would find out. But likely not. My mind drifted back to last night, my fantasy visitor and my urges momentarily stirred.

"..you from, Julie?" asked someone seated at my table. Their query snapping me back to reality.

"Pardon me."

"Where are you from?" chimed the voice from across the table.

The typical conference small talk had begun. The people at my table introduced themselves to one another as the room filled. Who remembers anyone's name at these gatherings. There are too many people, too many things to think about and you will never meet any of them again nor will you likely use any of the material presented. What a colossal waste of time, then he caught my eye again... well maybe not.

The host began to speak and welcomed everyone to the workshop. Workshop, conference whatever. Except the emphasis on it being a workshop probably meant there would be breakout sessions and role playing and heaven knows what else. The workshop facilitator was introduced and so began the session. Around the room we went introducing ourselves and where we were from and what we expected to get out of the week would spend together. The only name I remember: Alex. And I'm certain all the other women in the room remember that one too. He spoke softly but with self-assurance. He stood tall and had grace but strength in his movements.

To start things off the facilitator, Sam, had everyone change tables. Each table had number on it and each seat had a number in front of it. Eight tables, eight people at each table, he had us move to the table that matched the seat number we were presently sitting at. He told us we would be with a different group of people each day. I couldn't wait to be at the same table as Alex. But what would I say, what would I do. Would he even notice me.

The first day went by without incident. There were times I thought I caught Alex looking my way, maybe admiring something about me. But nah, there was probably someone else he was looking at, if anyone at all. At the end of the day they reminded everyone to attend the reception afterwards. A chance to meet Alex was my first thought.

Back in my room I prepared for the evening. Just before I headed downstairs I decided to check for phone messages at the office. Bad move. Thirty minutes later and a couple of doused fires and I was finally on my way to the reception. I caught my reflection as I walked past a mirror on the way out of my room. I stopped and looked again. "Not bad.", I muttered and off I went.

The gathering was in full swing when I arrived. I nodded to a couple of people I had met that day and quickly scanned for my mystery man, Alex. Of course, I found him being swarmed by a collection of women all fawning over him. He looked to be enjoying himself. Since throwing myself at a man wasn't my style I wasn't about to get in to a swooning battle over one with a half dozen other women. Every now and then I would glance in his direction. There wasn't much one would change was there. Alex stood about 6 feet tall. He smiled warmly. Nothing about his demeanor said "I'm fabulous. All woman love me.", though it appeared most of the ones at the workshop thought they did. Nice hands. Friendly but captivating eyes. Well groomed but not over done. And to start on his body would turn this recounting of one week into a novel. Shoulders. Pecs. Nice butt. Make that a really nice butt. Ah, back to this insignificant socializing I was immersed in. The people in my group that evening, Tom, Mary, Susan, Valerie, Ed were all nice people, but, well you know, when I left I wouldn't remember word one that was uttered. I became more fascinated in the group hovering around Alex.

The next day we changed tables. No Alex. Everyone went separate ways at dinner that night. I joined a group of people from the workshop but still, no Alex.

The next couple of days were the same. We kept getting more material at each session and I was now lugging two bags to the meetings each day. And the nights were the same too. Each night we would stop by the bar for a drink before we retired. Alex was there each and every night seeming to be the center of attention for all the women and men gathered around him. I still thought I caught him stealing glimpses of me, but I figured it was just wishful thinking on my part. He had enough women to choose from should he be interested. It was interesting watching the interactions of the group that surrounded him. The women all had their focus on him. Not that they were physically hanging from his clothes. But even after brief distractions from other members in their group their attention would immediately return to Alex in some way. And the men in the group. Well they seemed to be circling in hopes they may pickup some of Alex's discards. Who knew if anyone over there was getting lucky. Who cared really.

Friday, the last day, as I showered the warm water running over my shoulders and down my nakedness stimulated my mind. I closed my eyes. The warmth of the water was reminiscent of a being caressed by a warm mouth. Suddenly I found myself sensuously washing my tits, my nipples hard, my other hand caressing my pussy and a picture of Alex in my mind's eye actually doing the stimulating. Ummm, it felt so nice. It's been so long since I've been touched the way I was touching myself, the way I longed to be touched. Hurumph. Give yourself a shake girl. I forced my thoughts back to the workshop and to work. That always puts a chill on things, and I laughed myself back to reality and away from my libido.

I arrived in the workshop room and searched for name tag. At last, at a table with Alex. I dropped my bags at my seat and went for a coffee. It figures. All week in a room with my fantasy and it's the last day that we meet. He was so nice and seemed to pay me some attention. But somehow it just seemed to be his way. He was nice to everyone it seemed. Maybe it was wishful thinking again but he seemed to smile just a bit more when I spoke to him and he seemed to show just a bit more interest in what I was saying.

Just after our lunch break he got up and left the table. Doreen ,sitting next to me turned a said "Isn't he something?" "Pardon?" "Alex, isn't he something?" she replied. "Yes, he is. He seems very nice." Doreen had been one of Alex's groupies all week. I wondered just how wonderful she thought or knew he was. "Funny though," she began, "we're starting to wonder if he is gay. All week there have been women following him around like lost puppies and he hasn't invited one of us back to his room. At least no one has admitted to it." That was interesting information. "Could be," I added to her collection of ammunition for determining Alex's sexual preference.

Alex returned and glanced my way as he sat down. I'm sure I blushed a bit. No way, this man was not gay.

Of course the last day the session went long. I wanted to find out what Alex was doing for dinner but he got up from the table as the session ended and headed to talk to the workshop facilitator. I hung a round a bit but then remembered I had a few phone messages I wanted to deal with before the weekend arrived. I rushed off to my room. I made some calls. Got changed into some jeans. And made a few more calls. I decided to start packing before I went to one of the hotel restaurants for a quick dinner by myself. Alex would likely become part of my next fantasy. Would it be his eyes, his hands, his... RINNNNNNGGGGG!! The phone was ringing. What now?!?! I picked it up.

"Hello"

"Julie?" said the voice on the other end.

"Yes. Who's speaking?" as the words escaped my lips my heart rose into my throat. It was...

"It's Alex. You left one of your bags at our table today. I was going to bring it to you. When would be a convenient time?"

"Uhhh", that was an intelligent response. "Well I'm just in the midst of packing. Can I come to your room and get it from you?"

"Sure, I guess. I'm in Room 704."

"Thanks Alex. I will be there in 10 minutes or so."

"OK. See you then." Oh God. What now. Oh, get a grip on yourself. He will just very politely give you your things and wish you a safe trip home. As I arrived at his room the door was ajar. I knocked. "Come in.", said the soft masculine voice hidden in the room.

"Alex?" I muttered as I slowly opened the door. "Julie. It's so nice to see you again." WOW, there he was in a t-shirt and some loose sweat pants. My hormones fluttered and I'm sure my eyes rolled around in my spinning head. This man was so incredibly handsome and I'm sure he wasn't even trying to be. "You inspired me to start my packing as well Julie. Your bag is just over here. I will get it for you"

As I walked in I said, "I can get it. I really appreciate that you didn't leave it behind." I bent to pick up my bag, and as I turned to leave Alex had turned to face me.

He gazed into my eyes. "I'm really sorry we didn't get to know each other better, Julie."

"I'm sure we will meet again somewhere. I would have liked to spend more time with you as well"

"I'm really pretty shy Julie, but I have to tell you that all week you captured my attention. I hope I'm not embarrassing you?"

"Not at all. Actually I'm quite flattered."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"Well, actually, no I haven't". Maybe he will ask me out.

"Stay then, Julie. I insist." Pardon me, I thought. "I ordered some room service. Just a beer and a plate of nachos. I have grown tired of the people who seemed to occupy all my time this week and just wanted to sit and have a quiet bite to eat. So please join me."

"Oh, I don't know. I would hate to interrupt your solitude if that is what you're looking for."

"Settled then. You're staying. I can't think of a better way to end this trip than a quiet meal with you." Alex turned to pickup the phone then stopped. "Oh. I did it again Julie. I'm sorry. Excuse my honesty, but I fear I have this opportunity to spend time with someone I am very attracted to and I don't want to miss it. I apologize for being so forward. I am just so filled with excitement being in your company."

I'm sure I must have been blushing. This man was so nice and honest and open. There was almost a child like quality to his sincerity. I dropped my bag and agreed to stay. "Oh, I'm so happy. Let me see if I can get another beer. Oops, is a beer Ok with your nachos or would you like something else?"

"Yes, beer would be fine, Alex. And no I'm not so much embarrassed by your honesty as I am flattered, once again." Just then there was a knock at the door. The nachos had arrived. And as promised they were accompanied by one beer. The porter brought in the cart and Alex asked him if he could bring up two more beers.

"We'll split this one Julie", Alex said as he signed the bill. So we sat on opposite side of the cart and talked and ate. It was almost eerie how comfortable we seemed together. Alex explained how much he had been overwhelmed by the people who chose to hang around with him all week. He was too nice to tell them to get lost. And there was a shyness about him. He seemed to divert his eyes and lower his head just a bit whenever we spoke of him or on those occasions when he paid me some compliment.

Our other beers arrived and it wasn't long after that we were laughing about how we had been watching each other all week. And then we spoke of our desires mixed in with some of the funny things people had done and said to get his attention and even mine a couple of times. I related the story about him being gay and we both had a tremendous laugh about that one.

A couple of hours had passed before we knew it. I can't count the times I lost track of the conversation. Thoughts of me in Alex's arms, kissing his lips, laying in his bed stole my attention frequently. How could they not. Here I was, with my fantasy man. I remember feeling my body react to thoughts that would flash into my mind. Mid conversation my mind would transport me to an intimate embrace with Alex or a picture of him in some state of undress or the two of us cuddling enjoying the warmth of each other's body. My breasts would tingle, sort of burn and I would feel the urge to cup them in my hand to release the tension they exhibited. I even found ways to somewhat satisfy them by reaching across myself for my drink of another nacho and gently pressing my arm against them.

And my yoni, I like that term much more than pussy, or cunt or vagina, it's a Tantric word for a woman's genitalia, it's a nicer word I think. Well my yoni would feel that emptiness that desire would place there. It's an emptiness that seems to push against the walls of my vagina and bring a numbness to my labia and run a current through my clit. It seems to cry out to be replaced by something real, a physical mass that will not release the pressure I feel but rather replace it with a pressure that has the ability to return sensation to my moist lips, ground my vibrating clitoris and to fulfill my desires.

I so wanted to close my eyes, lean back, slide my hand between my thighs and feel my dampness with my fingertips as I satisfied my longing by slipping my fingers inside me. Instead I would shift in my chair, cross my legs and flex my groin muscles. If I did it just right the seam in the crotch of my jeans would push against my yoni. The pressure would stir my passion, cause my lubricant to ooze from its source onto my labia and at the same time somewhat satisfy my cravings. About the third time this happened I couldn't help but notice the dampness that had invaded my panties. It was an interesting combination of cool and warm. The cool no doubt from earlier mental diversions, the warm deposited there during my current sojourn from reality.

Remember my comment about "...but that's less than half the fantasy...". Well he had now shown that only the intimate piece of my puzzle was missing from his resume. My mind, my body, my heart were all screaming at me to find out to fill in the blank. I wondered though. I worried about there being disappointment, about a loss of respect for each other, about a loss of this closeness that had so quickly grown between us. And all for what, for few moments of intimate pleasure, of orgasmic bliss. Everything seemed so right. But Alex seemed to be a little to shy, maybe even unsure, to take the lead in our intimacy the way my fantasy man always did. I had notice Alex stirring in his chair once in a while. I thought it was probably because the night was wearing on and we both had early flights the next. Little did I know at the time that his mind was wrestling with similar urges he felt for me.

There was a pause in the conversation. The first since the food had arrived. I glanced at the clock beside the bed. "I really should be going Alex. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this."

"Nor I."

"...but I do have to pack and get ready for my trip home." We stood in unison. WOW. It was unfair how this man stirred my desires. The t-shirt, the sweats, his demeanor, his style. A smile rose on my face as the thought entered my mind.

"Can I get a hug before you go, Julie. I have enjoyed this evening so much. I really wish we had met and done this earlier in the week."

"OK" and I stepped towards him. Our bodies folded together. I've heard people talking about melting into someone's arms. I was about to find out what that meant. I have felt close to people before when we were naked and holding each other but this was different. Even fully clothed our bodies seemed to blend together. It was as if our rib cages had meshed together and his arms had penetrated my back and mine his. We seemed to share the same space. I have had men squeeze me so that I was feeling pain, as if they were trying to share space with me. Why was this different?




The Conference



Alexander pulled up at the school. It was late, at least 8:00 PM. He had to work during the day so he was never able to come here during normal school hours. Actually, he had never even been inside. Just driven by it occasionally. But now he was here for a parent-teacher conference. His son's teacher had been nice enough to schedule this conference for after working hours. He appreciated that. He knew she did not have to do that, and it was a great help for him. He had never met Ms. Toshak, but he had spoken with her on the phone. She had sounded like a nice enough person. Hell she had to be if she was willing to meet him late at night for something that he really should have been able to do during the day.

He walked up to the side door of the school which she had said she would leave unlocked for him. That was different. He was from Raleigh, which was far from a bustling metropolis. But it was certainly large enough that no one would leave a door open at night. It was also large enough that teachers did not make late night appointments to talk with parents. But Alexander did not live in Raleigh anymore. This was Sanford, and things were definitely different here.

He slipped in and locked the door behind him. Then Alexander went up the stairwell to the second floor, down the hall and to the third room on the left. The light was on, spilling into the dark hall. He walked up to the door and looked in. He liked what he saw. Ms. Toshak was a few years younger than himself and looked quite sexy as she attempted to appear professional. She had dark hair and a curvy figure. She probably thought she needed to loose weight. But she was most certainly wrong. The prospects for the meeting were looking up.

He introduced himself and they started talking. She was going over benchmarks that were used to evaluate learning objectives for first graders. Alexander thought back to his own first grade experience. It had been a long time ago and it was hard to remember clearly. But it seemed like his son was learning a lot more than he had. Of course when Alexander thought about grade school, classroom standards were not the first thing that popped into his mind. His early school years had been tough for him. He had been intelligent but shy, lacked social skills and probably had ADD. This was complicated by attending school in the newly desegregated south which still had tremendous racial tensions. Alexander had not understood those tensions at the time, but he had been quite aware that there were people who wanted to beat him up. All in all school had been a lonely and frightening place. By the grace of God he had actually managed to do fairly well, but he did not have pleasant memories.

After they had gone over the benchmarks, Alexander still had no idea if his son was doing well or not. Ms. Toshak seemed to sense that this and explained that he was doing very well academically. Alexander was pleased. He suspected as much, but it was nice to have it confirmed. Ms. Toshak said that his son's only fault was that he could be a little more disciplined with regard to his classroom behavior. Alexander laughed. His son was a handful. "Yes I thought he might be causing you problems. I guess we could all use a little more discipline" Alexander answered. She smiled at him "Yes, I know I could" she answered and then turned away quickly.

There was something in the way she turned that aroused Alexander's curiosity. If she had not turned he would have thought nothing of her comment. Yet she appeared to think that she had given something away. And now she was trying to hide that. It was subtle and at one point in his life he would have convinced himself that he was imagining the whole thing. But not now. She was flirting with him and now she was embarrassed by it.

Alexander thought she was hot and he was going to see if he could pursue it. "Oh really? Do you need a little discipline in your life?" he asked. She turned red and fumbled for a few words. "Oh, I was just babbling" she answered, not looking at him. It would have been a more convincing denial if she was not so embarrassed.

They continued with the conference, but Alexander's mind really was not in it anymore. He wanted to steer the conversation in a more personal direction. He got his chance a few minutes later. He was sitting on top of a cluster of student desks, and she had been behind her desk. But she walked over to show him a paper. When she did, she laid it down on the desks that Alexander was sitting on so that she was next to him and facing the desk. He turned sideways to face the paper as she was expecting but instead of looking at it he placed his right leg behind her so it held her up to the desk. "Why don't you tell me about this discipline you need" he whispered in her ear. He was not sure how she was going to react. He figured that if she really did not want him making passes at her she would throw him out about now.

But she did not. Instead she started to protest "I'm at work and we are having a conference and we can't do this." He liked the sound of that. There was nothing in it about not wanting to do "this," whatever "this" was, and he could tell that she was not really going to put up a fight. "We are the only ones in this building. We can do whatever we want. Why don't you tell me about your discipline fantasies now." He was surprised when she started talking. "I like to be tied up and spanked. I work so hard at this job and to take care of my daughter. It makes me so stressed. And I'm new here and that's hard too. I just want someone to be in control of me, just for a little while."

That was a lot more than Alexander had expected to hear. Apparently it was a lot more than she had intended to say as well. She turned a deep purple and started stammering as she looked for words to say. But Alexander did not let her finish. He pulled her closer to himself and pulled her down over his lap so that her butt was in his lap, her feet on the floor and her face on the desks beside where he was sitting. It was an excellent position for a spanking, but he was not ready for that quite yet. "Thanks for trusting me with that" He began. "Tell me about whats stressing you". She seemed to find this submissive position comforting. She told him about her job and how she was always afraid she was not doing well enough. About her daughter and how she tried to do what was best for her, but was never sure she was doing a good job. About working another job on the weekend to pay the bills. She had lots to say and was crying about 5 minutes into it. "I cant handle all this" she said, "Please help me."

He knew what she wanted. It would seem strange to most people be he was enough of a sub to know. He reached down and took her "oh so professional" skirt and raised it above her waist. Then he took her "I'm not nearly so professional underneath" panties and pulled then down around her knees. He could not see her face now, she had it hidden on the desk with her hands around it. But her bottom blushed a nice shade of red. She stayed red for a long time and he did not do anything while she was. It was enjoyable to watch her embarrassment. As her bottom faded back to white, he brought his hand down on it with a firm smack. "Oh my God yes" was her response. He smacked her again and again. His hand stung. She was crying. Sobbing. But each time he struck her she also cried yes. This went on for at least 10 minutes. He finally had to stop because his hand was hurting. Her ass was red. She lay over his lap, crying and not trying to move. He could smell her. She was excited. He suspected that she could tell that he was as well. It was incredibly erotic to do this to her.

She stood up and pushed him back down onto the table. She crawled on top of him and kissed him. She kissed well. But she did not dwell on it. He felt her hand search out is crotch and go down his pants. "I want to take you in my mouth" She whispered to him. She slid down and unzipped his fly. He popped out, fully erect and she placed her lips at the head. Then slid them down the shaft. It felt so good. His hands went into her hair and he guided her down. Then exploded into an orgasm and filled her mouth with cum. One thing he had always done well was cum, and he could pump it out. She swallowed every bit of it.

Alexander lay on his back for a second with his head spinning. After he regained some control of himself he slid down to the floor, laying on his back. She was still in her blouse, but her panties had long ago fallen from her knees. He pulled her down on top of him so that she was straddling his face. Her pussy was wet. And her ass, of which he now had a close-up view, was still nicely red. She pushed her pussy into his face. He liked that. She really ground into him as he licked her juices. She felt good on top of him. She was a curvy girl and he loved the way that felt. He licked and sucked her and he could feel her tense as she approached climax. She was squeezing her legs together now. His head was between them so this made it hard for him to breath. But he did not care. She raised her head up in the air and ground her pussy into his face. She came with a scream Alexander found most satisfying.

Afterwards they sat on the floor and kissed for a long time. Finally they decided it was time to go. They both agreed that it best if another parent teacher conference was scheduled for the following week.



The Conference



"Damnit" she swore softly under her breath as she stepped off the plane. Running her hand through her hair she sighed, this was the last place she wanted to be this week. She would rather be curled up in her bed hiding from the world, like she normally did after a bad breakup. However, duty called so here she was, a thousand miles away from home attending a convention for a week. She took a short cab ride to her hotel, checked in and went to her room, kicked off her shoes and flopped on the bed.

Stretching out, she thought about the past week's events. She had finally dumped her boyfriend of 5 years. She was tired of being treated like crap and truthfully if the break up hadn't been so ugly, she would have felt wonderful. Even despite the yelling and screaming, after it was all over, she felt relieved and more like herself than she had in ages. She supposed she should be happy about that turn of events anyway.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she glanced at the clock and jumped off the bed, she was going to be late if she didn't move it. "What the hell am I supposed to wear?" she muttered to herself as she riffled through her bags. She didn't want anything that would attract attention, especially from men. She wanted nothing to do with men right now. Smirking to herself, that wasn't entirely true, she wouldn't turn down a little fun in bed if the right opportunity presented itself. She finally chose a conservative suit, pinned her nametag on the lapel and headed downstairs to the convention.

Entering the conference hall she was relieved to see some faces she knew. She supposed she ought to go schmooze, even if she didn't feel like it. Walking over to a group of people she struck up a conversation and chatted for a little while. She was in mid-sentence when her jaw dropped as she spotted a man she thought she knew. She excused herself and strode over to him.

"Hello, I'm Ellie Carmichael" she introduced herself. She laughed lightly at the look of shock on his face as realization dawned on him. "Ellie? Ellie is that really you, jesus it's been ages...what 12 years or so?" Smiling softly "Yes it's really me Brian, it's great to see you again and yes it has been 12..wait..almost 13 years now." He couldn't believe it, the one who had slipped away had suddenly walked back into his life, as gorgeous as ever.

He scanned her from head to toe, she looked almost the same, though possibly more beautiful. Her long dark hair framed her face and the caramel highlights made her green eyes sparkle with a fire that was purely hers. She was wearing a dark blue blazer and skirt and a cream colored blouse that should have downplayed her good looks, but to him she looked more alluring then he remembered. She also smelled heavenly, like lilacs or lily of the valley, he couldn't quite pinpoint the scent. But it was one he associated only with her.

Smiling, she looked into his eyes, "It's great to see you again, how have you been?" She noticed the visible slump of his shoulders as he answered her. "I've been better, but let's not talk about that. Have you had lunch yet?" She shook her head, "I just arrived a couple of hours ago...I haven't had a chance to do much other than check in." He grinned and took her hand in his, "Well let's go then."

They found a little corner café that served simple sandwiches and drinks and filled each other in on the missing years. It turned out he had just broken up with his long-term girlfriend and was pretty much in the same situation as she was. He sympathized with her and it felt wonderful to know she was not the only one out there with relationship problems.

She glanced up into his cerulean eyes and wondered what had ever happened between them. It seemed like a lifetime ago maybe....shaking her head to clear those thoughts out of her mind, she saw him smiling at her. He placed his hand on hers and she shivered at the feel of his rough skin contacting hers. "Whatever happened between us Ellie?" Shrugging her shoulders, "I have no idea Brian...I was just wondering that myself actually."

Brushing a stray lock of hair off her face, she sighed and looked down at her hands, "I think we were just too young, going into college...the timing just wasn't right." She shrugged "Who knows........" her voice trailed. She looked up again to find him staring at her face as if trying to memorize this moment, burn it into his brain. She blushed lightly and let the hair cover her face again. After all these years one look from him could still make her breathe faster and her insides soften with anticipation. "We should go Brian, we need to get back to the convention."

He nodded, rose and pulled her chair out extending his hand for hers. They walked hand in hand back to the hotel and entered the lobby still talking as if the almost 13 years had never existed. He called the elevator for them and as the doors opened he pulled her inside and rapidly pressed the close button so no one else could enter with them. Pushing her against the mahogany walls he placed a fleeting kiss on her lips....so soft it was almost like a whisper.

Startled she almost told him to stop but it brought back so many memories...the long nights in bed making love until the dawn broke. He had been her best lover, the most attentive and as he kissed her lips, lingering on them, she wondered if he was still like that. She made a split second decision then. She didn't care where this led every fiber of her being wanted him again.

She wound her arms tightly around him and pulled him close, kissing him gently as she pressed her full length against him. He groaned into her mouth "I'm won't be able to stop if you keep rubbing against me." In answer she rotated her hips against his evident arousal, smiling the whole while. "I don't want you to stop, I want you to fuck me right here, right now" she whispered huskily in his ear, the desire evident in her voice.

That was all he needed to hear. One hand groped for the stop button of the elevator as his other hand slid up her skirt and he gently explored her wetness with his fingertips. She gasped as she felt one finger penetrate her, teasing her mercilessly. It had been so long since she had felt this desired, this sensual. His finger slowly pulled out and then pushed back in again as his thumb grazed her clit making her hips jump at the contact. After all these years he still knew how to get her worked up. 

As if reading her mind he chuckled "I see that still works very well...what about this?" His thumb traced little circles rapidly around her clit as she drew in a sharp breath and gasped. He circled faster and pressed slightly harder, listening to her moan as her body tightened around his fingers, clenching them through her orgasm. Breathing hard she pulled his lips to hers and panted one word....

"Please..."

Leaving his fingers in place, he took his other hand and freed himself from his slacks. She looked down watching with rapt fascination. She had always loved his cock, to her it was a thing of beauty, silky smooth skin, a pearly head and a seeming life of its own. Withdrawing his fingers he pressed himself against her glistening folds, the head slipping between them. Her breath hitched as she felt it barely slide into her.

She arched her hips and instinctively wrapped her legs around him to draw him further inside of her, but he wouldn't allow it. He had always been a master at teasing her and this time wasn't any different. He would have her begging before he took her to glorious heights. Slowly he pulled just the head in and out of her making her weak with desire. Whimpering she bit his earlobe "God, just fuck me....please" she demanded and begged in the same breath.

With that he thrust into her in one smooth sweep, taking her breath away and leaving her yearning for more. With strong fluid strokes he slid in and out scrapping her clit with each movement. Her body was wracked with pleasure as he pushed into her harder and harder driving her to the edge. He snaked a hand under her shirt, feeling the softness of her breast as he curled his fingers around her painfully hard nipple. Every muscle in her body tensed as he flicked her clit with the tip of his thumb and squeezed her nipple lightly, bringing her welcome release. 

She could see nothing but the multitude of colored flashes behind her eyelids as her head rolled back and her body clenched around his cock gripping it even tighter than before. The spasms surrounding him drove him to thrust even harder and faster and she could feel his body tensing with impending orgasm.

Still in the throes of her own pleasure she felt each jet of his cum splash inside her, sending her over the edge once more. Shaking she chuckled into his ear "Why did we ever break up again?" Rotating his hips, he listened to her gasp yet again and she heard the smile in his voice "I don't know....care to explore that a little further?"

"The convention...."

He laughed as he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the elevator.

"Forget the convention...your room or mine?"



The Conference



It was nearing yearend and Sheri was feeling like it had been a long year. She thought to herself how good she was at pleasing her customers, and they always rated her well on their evaluations. She chuckled to herself at how naughty that sounded to her. She was a customer service rep for a large national company. The company offered a trip to a motivational seminar to the top rated CSR's in each office. Sheri just knew she was going to win the trip.

When the announcement was made at the next company meeting that she had won, she was so happy. She would get to leave the cold of up north and go to sunny Florida for a few days. Granted, it was Orlando, but it was still Florida. Should be fun in the sun during the off times.

Sheri's husband, unfortunately, was unable to go with her. They were recently married and saving up money to buy a house. Since the company only paid her way, she would be the only one going.

Upon arriving, Sheri when to check into her hotel, and the desk clerk informed her that her roommate had already checked in. Apparently the company was willing to pay your way, but you had to share a room when you got there. Oh well, should still be fun.

Sheri went up to her room went in, and introduced herself to her roommate for the next couple of days. Her name was Debbie and she was from Iowa. So, another Midwesterner, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. They really seemed to hit it off. Debbie was also married, and her husband was unable to come along.

They both got up and went to the conference early the next morning. At the conference they met some other workers from across the country and also hit it off. There was Brian from Alabama, Jeff from Idaho, and Jack and Diane, a husband and wife team that both worked for the company, from Ohio.

The days at the conference were long. They were telling you how to be a better servant to your customer. They all joked that it would make more sense for the less productive people to be here and learn from this, but then again you can't award incompetence. After three long days of meetings, seminars, and the sharing of "best practices" the group was ready to be done. They decided to have a nice dinner together and unwind. They were all having a good time, and decided to move the conversation to the hotel bar. Unfortunately the hotel bar closed early on a Sunday night. 

Not wanting to kill the conversation, they moved the discussion back to Jack and Diane's room. They continued to share tales of things that have happened at work, when Debbie mentioned an employee in her office was fired for sitting at her desk with no clothes on the lower half of her body. Of course this perked up everyone else's interest. Without much to tell, everyone seemed a little let down. It was then that Brian piped in and suggested they should play a game of strip poker. Both Debbie and Sheri quickly protested, stating no way they were playing. When asked why, they said they were both married and not interested in having extra-marital affairs. Jeff said it was STRIP poker, not SEX poker. He mentioned he was married and wasn't looking for trouble either, but an innocent game of cards should not be a problem. Diane and Jack were quietly discussing it amongst themselves, and both agreed they were open to it if everyone else was game. Not wanting to be party poopers, Debbie and Sheri reluctantly agreed to play.

They decided they first needed to set some ground rules. Clothing was counted off. Sheri had on a pant suit, so with jacket, blouse, bra, panties, knee highs and heels, seven items. Diane had on a skirt suit counting out to seven as well. Debbie had on a skirt, sweater, undershirt, bra, panties, nylons, and heels, also at seven. The men all had on suits, so jacket, shirt, t-shirt, pants, underwear socks and shoes, also adding up to seven.

The rules were simple; they were going to play blind 21, so nobody could see anyone else's hand, go bust and you lose an article of clothing of your choice, but low hand has to remove the article of choice from the high hand in the round, but it had to be something that could be removed without removing anything else. And absolutely no touching allowed. The game would be played until one guy and one gal were naked. Also, you have to stand up to remove your clothing.

The first round began and Sheri was dealt 12. Not a great hand, but with six players in one deck, she felt she needed to take a hit. She ended up with another face card, leaving her bust. Jeff also bust in the round. Diane was low to Brian's high. Sheri opted to slip off her shoes, as did Jeff, while Brian had Diane remove her jacket. The next round was played out, this time also with Sheri busting on a 13, not a score to hit on, she guessed. She slipped off her knee highs, Debbie also bust, losing her shoes, and Jack was low to Diane's high, so he had to remove his jacket.

With another 12 hand this time, Sheri decided she would hold pat, not wanting to lose every single hand. Unfortunately, nobody else stayed that low and she ended up with low hand and Debbie going bust. Debbie slid out of her nylons, leaving herself bare legged. Sheri was just about to slip off her jacket when Brian told her it was his choice, and the slacks had to go. She was a bit nervous about it, but stood up and undid her slacks and slid them off, revealing a hint of her purple string bikini panties. Her jacket was long enough to provide some protection, but there was no way her blouse was going to cover up much with the jacket gone.

The next hand saw a reversal of fate for her when she flipped the queen and ace combo. She smiled, sensing her night was turning around. Jeff ended up busting on the round and slid his socks off. Looking for the low hand, she noticed it was Debbie. Debbie looked at her, pleading her to be nice. Not sure what she should do, she had Debbie remove her sweater, which left her with covering of two on each end, unlike herself.

The next hand was dealt and Sheri got a 16. She felt good about that. When everyone revealed their cards though, it turns out she was the lowest hand. Jeff had had 12, but went bust and lost his jacket. She looked around and realized Debbie had the high hand, so she felt good about keeping some modesty, but Debbie took her completely off guard and told her to remove her panties. Sheri looked somewhat shocked, especially given how she took the nice route with Debbie. Apparently she wanted to make sure someone else had to give first view. Sheri stood up and hooked her thumb in her panties and gave them a quick push down and off. She then quickly sat back down, not wanting to give everyone a prolonged view of her bush.

The next hand was dealt and Sherri again went bust, as did Debbie. Jeff was the low hand to Brian's high. Sheri went to slide her jacket off, but everyone reminded her she needed to stand to do it. She got up and slipped her jacket off and covered herself quickly with her hand and sat back down. Her blouse barely came down to her hips, providing her no lower coverage. Debbie slipped off her undershirt, giving the guys their first view of bra, which was a white lacey number. Brian told Jeff he could remove his shirt.

The next round was another low hand by Sheri, a bust by Jack, Jeff and Debbie. Diane was the winning hand. She had Sheri remove her blouse, as if she had an option. Sheri once again stood up and slipped her blouse off, this time her hands were tied up removing the blouse, giving everyone a good view of her pussy. She got the blouse off and sat down, with her lavender lace bra now on display, also her erect nipples pressing against the fabric. Jack slipped off his shoes, Jeff his t-shirt, and Debbie had to stand up and remove her skirt. Debbie revealed a white thong to everyone. Looked like it would be a race between Sheri and Debbie for loser, and maybe the guys would get two naked women before they had a loser themselves.

On the next hand, Sheri was dealt a 2 and a 3. Not a great hand, but a ten would help it out a lot. She took a hit and got another 3, for 8. Her next card was a 4, putting her at 11, and then her next card was a ten, giving her 21. Once all cards were played, she looked around and noticed Jeff was low, and nobody bust. She had just told him to take his pants off, when Debbie recalculated Sheri's cards and informed her that she was at 22, and thus bust. Sheri redid the math and realized what she had done. She also realized that she would be the first one naked. She stood up and undid her bra, sliding it off and revealing her breasts and very erect nipples. Everyone just stared at her in her naked form as she quickly sat back down and covered her chest with her arms. Jeff also stood up and removed his slacks, revealing a bulge in his jockey shorts.

As the next hand was dealt, Sheri asked why she was still being included. Brian reminded her that the game was to be played until a guy and a girl was naked. Sheri's response was she had no more to remove. Brian said that she could now play for dares. Any loss for her resulted in her having to complete a dare. Although reluctant, she thought she could hang in for a hand or two and Jeff should then have lost as well.

This hand didn't seem real great, and once again Sheri ended up going bust. Dang her luck. Hopefully Jeff lost too and the game would be over. Looking around she realized that Diane had gone bust, and Jack had lost to Brian. Diane slid off her shoes, Jack had to remove his socks, and Sheri looked around the room to see what her dare was. Brian suggested that since they were low on ice, she could run down the hall and get some ice for them. Sheri was a bit nervous about it, but realizing that her body was sending conflicting answers by the dampness she could sense on herself. She agreed to do it, and took the ice bucket and went down the hall. It had gotten late enough now that nobody was out in the hall, which allowed her to go down and back unnoticed, aside from her cohorts.

When she got back the next hand was dealt. This time she had a low hand, but maybe it wouldn't be a loser. As her luck held out, she was the low hand, Debbie was bust, and Brian was the winner. Debbie stood up and removed her bra, her nipples also very erect. Brian, being the winner, suggested that maybe Sheri's dare should be a spanking from everyone. She quickly reminded everyone that there was no touching allowed. This brought an evil idea to his mind and suggested that they couldn't touch her, but she could touch herself. Sheri promptly refused. Diane came to her defense and said that since the first offer was illegal, she wouldn't have to do one this time, but if she lost again she had to masturbate for everyone there to watch. Sheri was both excited and scared of the idea. Now was definitely no time to lose the next hand.

The next hand was dealt out and Sheri was in the middle of the road, with Jack losing his shirt and Diane her nylons.

The next round was not quite as lucky. With a 13 in her hand, Sheri felt she couldn't bust, and had to hope for the best. Unfortunately it didn't work and the only one to bust was Jack. He removed his t-shirt, and Sheri looked around the room nervously. Diane reminded her that it was her way out of the last one, but now she had to come through. Sheri had to admit she was already wet from the idea and hesitantly got up on the bed. She laid down on it, spread wide for them to watch, closed her eyes and let her hands do the work. It didn't seem to take her long and she was lost in the feeling and was soon having an orgasm in front of everyone. 

After her body settled back down and reality settled back in, she opened her eyes to see five people staring very intently at her. She blushed deeply and said that the game was over. Nobody seemed to disagree with her at all and let her gather her clothes, putting them on and leave, which is apparently what everyone else did as well.

The next morning Sheri got up. Debbie and she went to breakfast as if nothing had happened. They went to the airport together, returned to their respective homes, and nobody spoke of it again. But Sheri did recall how exciting that night was, and every now and again found herself pleasuring herself to that very thought.



The Conference



She was enjoying her time at the conference. It was good to get away from her husband and the kids every once in awhile! Even though it wasn't the most exciting stuff, the evenings were fun. After a boring day, she would go out with the people she knew from work and hit the bar for a couple of drinks and then go back to her room to crash. Little did she know, though, that these little trips to the bar were going to get her in trouble!

He was her rep from one of her biggest vendors. She had to work with him a lot. And on more than one occasion he had asked her to go out with him. She had always turned him down politely but even so, he would continue to ask. 

The night before she had a couple of drinks too many and ended up kissing one of her female friends from work. He had seen that and really enjoyed the sight and a plan began to form in his mind.

He had some stuff to slip in drinks and planned to use them on her. That night he made sure to be with her at the bar. When she finished her first drink he offered to get her another. What she didn't know was he was slipping something in her drink when he came back from the bar.

It didn't take long for the drug to start to take effect. She began to act drunk and was really feeling the alcohol (so she thought). Seeing as it was still early no one else was ready to go back to their rooms so he offered to take her back to her room on his way to his. Unfortunately for her they never made it to her room.

He walked her to the elevators and when they entered the elevator he pushed the button for his floor. By this point she was pretty out of it and was leaning on him for support. He took advantage of this by "accidentally" letting his hand roam across her tits. At first she would try to move his hand away, but soon he was openly fondling her tits, enjoying the way her nipples were hardening under her shirt.

He got her to his room and laid her down on his bed. She was still awake, but wasn't really with it. He slowly began to undress her. He pulled off her pants and lifted her shirt. Then he undid the clasp on her bra and started rubbing his hands all over her. In her drugged state she didn't really fight it – he took that as his cue to continue and took off all her clothes.

Looking at her lying naked on his bed gave him such a raging hard on that he couldn't believe how hard he was! He quickly stripped off his clothes and lay down beside her. He began kissing and sucking on her nipples while his fingers started ravaging her pussy! Her pussy began to lubricate itself as he pushed two, then three fingers deep into her.

When he couldn't take anymore he climbed on top of her and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He wanted to take it slow, but he'd been waiting for this moment for too long. He slid all the way into her and began fucking her in long strokes. Faster and faster he shoved his cock into her until, all too quickly, he unloaded his cum inside her!

He lay down on top of her with his cock still inside her. He kissed her and played with her tits and felt his cock start to grow again! And she was still out of it! He couldn't believe he was going to get to fuck her again!! 

He rolled her over and placed a pillow under her stomach, preparing to fuck her again. Then he got behind her and guided his cock into her freshly fucked cunt. Since he had already cum once, this time took him a lot longer and he was really enjoying the feeling of being inside this pussy he'd been wanting to fuck for so long. He fucked her for what seemed like forever but was really too short a time. He enjoyed every second of fucking her pussy. He loved the way her pussy seemed to squeeze his cock, and he nearly passed out as he filled her pussy with his cum for the second time that night.

After their second fuck he positioned her on her side and then got behind her and held her as they both slept.

In the morning she woke not knowing where she was or what had happened. Her pussy was sore like she had fucked all night and she could feel the dried cum on her thighs and the naked man behind her, his cock wedged in the crack of her ass. She was able to put the pieces together and knew that somehow she had ended up in bed with someone, though she didn't know who, and they obviously had what must have been a lot of sex! She tried to sneak out of bed, but the movement woke up her bed partner. She turned and saw who it was for the first time. Nothing could've prepared her for seeing who she was lying naked in bed with!

She tried to get up and get dressed but he stopped her. He told her he had volunteered to take her back to her room the night before and all of her co workers had seen her going willingly with him. As far as any of them was concerned she went to his room with him knowing what was about to happen. He then told her how he had fucked her twice and how much he had enjoyed fucking her and cumming inside her and that she was going to fuck him now of her own free will. Unless, of course, she wanted her husband to find out about their little night of fun!!

Fearing what her husband would do, she agreed to have sex with him just one more time so their night of sex would remain a secret. He told her that he wanted her to ride him and make him cum inside her again! But this time he wanted her to cum with him! She told him she would fuck him and he could cum in her pussy, but there was no way she would cum for him!

So she climbed up and sat on him and rubbed her pussy against him until he got hard. Then she moved farther up and tilted her hips and moved her pussy until his cock slid into her. She wasn't very wet and it took a little while for her natural lubrication to make her ride a little easier. When it did start to get wetter she was able to slide up and down on him a little easier and she began to ride him faster, hoping to make him cum quick and get this forced fuck over with as quickly as possible. 

She started bouncing on him and he reached up and played with her nipples. Her nipples have always been very sensitive! He pinched them and twisted them. And despite herself she began to enjoy it. Her pussy started getting wetter and she began to think that maybe she could cum on him after all! 

She tried to hide it, but soon she was bouncing harder and fucking him faster and beginning to moan. He could tell she was getting into it and this got him more excited and he started to swell even bigger. She even leaned down once and kissed him – moving her tongue against his and mashing their lips together. He started taunting her, telling her how much he enjoyed her pussy, telling her how he loved having his cock inside her, telling her he was going to cum inside her again, telling her how many times he had fucked her, telling her he wanted her to cum! And she started thinking she wanted to as well! 

He then really got into it. He began thrusting his hips up to meet her as she sat up and bounced on him. He reached up and started playing with her tits again. And despite everything she had said, she knew she would soon be cumming on him! He told her he wanted to hear her cum and she started moaning even louder. Soon she was telling him to cum inside her! She was telling him she wanted him to cum with her! She threw her head back and her pussy started squeezing his cock and she came! She came long and hard! And as she was in the middle of her orgasm he started to cum, putting more of his cum inside her! Feeling him shooting into her made her orgasm harder and she actually screamed!

When they both calmed down and he started to go soft she got off him and got dressed. As she was walking to the door she turned to him and told him it would never happen again! But there were still 2 days left of the conference . . . .

To be continued . . .?



The Conference



I slowly pulled open the door to the banquet room, hoping to see an empty seat near the back of the room, so I could slink in, unnoticed. No such luck, I realized as I quietly closed the door behind me and scanned the room. Every row of seats was full except for a few empty chairs at the front of the room, directly in front of the stage. Taking a deep breath and tugging the hem of my dress down as far as it would go, I tip-toed down one of the aisles, set down my purse next to an empty seat, and sat down, crossing my legs as quickly as possible. Did I mention how short my dress was? As I sat down, it rode up to my upper thigh, and I was terribly self-conscious that someone nearby would notice I wasn't wearing any panties.

I struggled to focus on the speaker on stage, who looked oddly familiar, but my mind kept wandering. First, because I'd had a little too much to drink the night before, and had a terrible headache. But also because I was still shocked at my own behavior, that I'd been willing to go back to a strange man's room and engage in the wildest sex of my young life. I didn't even know his name, for god's sake. 

I had awakened, late, this morning in his hotel room, couldn't find my panties, and had rushed downstairs so as not to miss what was left of the keynote speech. After all, that was why I was in town - not for nights of drinking and wild sex, but to attend the first major conference of my young professional career. But here I sat, flushed with embarrassment, pantiless, and sore from being ridden for what must have been hours last night. And I was still puzzled, this man on the stage looked so familiar. Where had I seen him before?

But let me back up. I should introduce myself before going any further with this story. My name's Trinity. I'm a 24-year-old professional who has moved up the ranks quickly since getting my first job right after graduation. I had jumped at the opportunity to attend this conference, knowing that it was a great opportunity to make connections, and to let my superiors know I'm serious about my work. 

I'm an attractive and confident young woman - I'd describe myself as petite, just 5'4" and delicate, but with big beautiful brown eyes and wavy deep brown hair to match, and my boyfriend tells me my bouncy tits are my best feature. We're actually quite seriously involved, which leaves me feeling even more shocked at my behavior. 

Anyway, I had spent the day before, the first day of the conference, making my way to various panel discussions and poster presentations, and finally wound through the expo hall, collecting a seemingly endless stack of business cards and vendor pamphlets. Throughout the day, I dutifully shook hands and introduced myself to dozens upon dozens of colleagues who might be future business partners, realizing that I never knew which connection would be the critical one. I also learned, eavesdropping on various conversations, that the bar around the corner from the hotel was the place to be that evening.

Not wanting to miss a beat, I followed the crowd after the conference sessions closed for the day, and found myself at the bar nursing a glass of white wine. I was still wearing my conference nametag ('Hello, my name is Trinity') and many a young businessman came up to me, asking if they could buy me a drink and tell me more about their product. After a few nice conversations, and a few less-than-nice approaches from drunk suitors, the bartender gave me a new glass of wine, indicating that it had been ordered by the gentleman at the end of the bar.

I looked over, and saw a handsome, slightly older man smiling back at me. He was probably 40-ish, very well dressed, and with a calm, sophisticated look that led me to think it was reasonable to try a conversation with him. He refused to introduce himself by name, just told me he was a fellow conference attendee who was interested in getting to know me a little better.

He was a suave conversationalist, and before I knew it, we were virtually alone in the bar, he had kept both the wine and the flattery coming my way, and I was feeling a little tipsy. When he invited me back to his room, I eagerly agreed, the word 'no' never even entering my mind. I wasn't drunk, but somehow I had forgotten that I was supposed to be in town on business, forgotten that I had a boyfriend, and was only conscious of the warmth growing between my legs as I followed this handsome, confident man up to his room.

Once inside, he invited me to sit on the bed, while he knelt on the floor beneath me and eased my feet out of my business pumps. As he massaged my tired feet, I let myself fall back onto the bed, completely at his mercy. He began tracing his fingers up my legs, and I could feel my anticipation grow as he reached my inner thighs. Before going to the bar that night, I had gone back to my room to change from my sensible business suit to my 'little black dress' with nothing but lacy black bra and panties underneath, and it wasn't long before he had a hand underneath that dress, reaching up to explore the line of those panties.

I sighed deeply as his hand gently cupped my pussy through the lacy fabric, rubbing gently against my clit. I felt him join me on the bed, and soon his mouth replaced his hand in exploring my sex. As he pushed aside my panties and his tongue touched my clit directly for the first time, I pulled him into a 69 position above me, unzipping his slacks and pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers.

As I began stroking and licking his shaft, he worked my clit expertly with his tongue. As I took more of his length into my mouth, he inserted two fingers slowly but deeply into my pussy. His touch was incredibly gentle, but was also pushing all the right buttons so that I began to writhe beneath him. As he became fully erect, it was all I could do to take most of his length into my mouth before he reached my throat, and I couldn't help but imagine the feeling of fullness of his big, hard cock deep in my pussy.

I had never experienced anything like this with my boyfriend, as this older man kept our 69 going longer than I thought possible. Just when I would approach the brink of orgasm, he would slow down or shift our position slightly, so that the build-up would have to begin again. We kept this going for what seemed like hours, before I finally came, bucking so wildly that he could barely keep his cock in my mouth long enough for me to catch and swallow his cum when he shot his load.

Spent from my powerful orgasm but still wanting more, I relaxed on the bed as this mystery man cleaned his cum from my chin with a warm, damp towel. He unzipped my dress and pulled it off, and also slipped off my panties and bra, so that I was now naked. I reclined again and watched him remove the rest of his clothes as well, tossing everything aside carelessly. 

What happened next shocked and delighted me. As gentle as he had been so far that evening, he now scooped me up agressively, pulled me into a passionate embrace, and whispered in my ear how he wanted me to ride his cock until I came, and then he wanted to pound my pussy from behind. I whispered back that I was more than ready for that scenario, and he quickly positioned himself beneath me as I straddled him. I stroked his cock in my hands vigorously, and then once he was hard again, brushed my pussy lips against his shaft several times until neither of us could wait any longer.

In one smooth motion, I easily took his whole length deep inside, moaning as I found myself filled more than ever before. He grabbed my ass firmly and I began moving up and down, gradually faster and faster, squealing with delight as I rode his long, hard cock. It wasn't long before I was again riding wave after wave of pleasure, and when I lost the ability to keep up my motions, he would take over - I was amazed at his stamina.

It was finally time - he pulled me off his pulsing cock and positioned us, doggy style, so that he could pound me from behind as he'd promised. Already a bit sore from our long fuck-session, I was nonetheless longing for the deeper penetration. Just when I thought he might again return to his kindler, gentler style, he thrust into me hard and fast, taking my breath away.

"Do you like that? Do you want more?"

"Oh, god yes, give it to me! Fuck me harder!"

He didn't need any more encouragement than that, and began pounding my pussy mercilessly, the sound of his body slapping against mine only drowned out by my moans, and then by his hand swatting my ass with each stroke. I whimpered for more - and he responded by picking up the pace, still thrusting his complete length in and out of me, but now almost twice as fast as before.

I couldn't think, couldn't do anything but moan and pant with pleasure, as he continued to pound into me for what seemed like hours. I finally lost all control in a powerful orgasm, and not long after, he finally let go with his own as well, shooting a huge load of cum deep into my pussy. We collapsed into the bed, and that's the last I remember before falling asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, and my memory of the night before was fuzzy. Quickly, though, I realized I had slept quite late, at least a half-hour into the keynote speech, and made the somewhat questionable decision to get dressed there and head straight down to the banquet room. Nevermind that I couldn't find my panties. Never mind that my little black dress probably wasn't the most appropriate attire. I didn't want to be any later than I already was.

And, my god, was I sore. Whoever that was, he really knew how to fuck. I don't think I'd ever been ridden that long and hard. And that brings me back to where I started this story. As I struggled to focus on the man speaking on stage in front of me, rather than the wetness between my legs as I remembered my wild night, I suddenly realized why this guy looked so familiar. It was him - Mr. Keynote Speaker was the mystery man who had pounded my pussy and slapped my ass so much the night before that it was hard for me to sit still on my sore bottom as I attempted to listen to his speech.

I felt my cheeks flush red as the speech came to an end and the man came up to me, shaking hands with everyone in between. "So," he said once we were in earshot, "now you know my name."

"Yes."

"Sorry I had to leave you this morning, but I had a few things to do," he said with a laugh, motioning towards the stage. "Oh, hey, Bob, come here," he said to a man passing by. "This is the young woman I was telling you about!"

"Ah, Trinity, nice to meet you," the man said, pretending to look at my nametag as a cover for checking out my tits. "John's told me so much about you."

Shaking his hand, I leaned in and whispered to John that I would be in town for two more nights, and that whatever he had in mind, I was up for it. In the meantime, more people to meet, more conference workshops to attend. Panties or no.



The Conference



As the party was rolling along, the knock at the door almost wasn't noticed. Luckily, you happened to be headed to the bathroom at the time and heard it. With no one else around you check the peephole and see that it is being blocked. Still curious you slowly open the door so that only the chain separates you and the unknown guest. Your eyes light up as you see me standing there. Squealing with delight, you quickly shut the door, remove the chain then throw it open as quickly as you throw your arms open to me too. As we pull each other close we can feel the heat and passion that has been building in us. Suddenly realizing that you still have to go to the bathroom, you pull me with you into the restroom.

As you slide your pants down, you firmly place your lips to mine and pull me close again. I gently walk you backward, guiding you towards the seat. Slowly I slide you down til seated. Once again you realize your initial plan before the knock at the door. As I step back slightly, you reach out to pull me close. I gently block your hands. Once I start to unzip my jeans you realize what's about to happen and you lean forward, taking the zipper from my fingers and slowly lower it yourself. As my cloth covered dick slowly appears, you pull me close, lean in and gently start nipping, nibbling and licking. Once fully unzipped you shove my pants completely down. Now free to attack your new target, you go for it with gusto. Yanking my underwear down, almost tearing it with your force, you take my dick completely in your mouth. Knowing your previous apprehension, I am thrilled and almost lose my balance as I lean back to enjoy more. Using your hands and mouth you've gotten me extremely hard and wet. Nearing an explosion, I let you know about it. Figuring you weren't ready to swallow, I start to pull away. You grab me by the dick and say "Not so fast....I know where I want that next." 

Harkening back to last year's conference, you turn around and bend over the sink saying "Give it to me now and give it to me hard. You've got me so turned on I have to have it all right now." Being the good person that I am, I slide my dick into your dripping pussy as far as it will go, then I push some more, making sure I get maximum penetration. Starting a nice, slow and hard rhythm, I make sure you can feel every inch of my dick. I can tell you're starting to enjoy yourself as the volume of your moans raise, your head leans back and your back arches like a cat. Leaning down, I start to nibble and nip at the back of your neck, causing your moaning to get even louder. Realizing I can't hold out much longer, I slam my dick hard into you and flood your cavern til the juices run down our legs. Collapsing onto the floor, we revel in our juices and enjoy just holding each other for a couple minutes.

Our dream-like state is suddenly broken by a knock at the door and Sandy asking you if everything is ok. Suddenly we remember the party. Scrambling to our feet, we redress (what little needs done) and head to the door. Stealing one more quick kiss, before we open the door. Standing there in semi-amazement, everyone is waiting and watching to see who emerges. No one seems really amazed to see us, except for the fact that no one else knew I was there. Being your normal self, you start to turn beet red from your chest to your forehead.

We slowly make our way through the crowd, grab another drink and continue to enjoy the get-together as if nothing happened. I think all there know the reason for the giant smiles on our faces....other than the fact that we are finally in each other's arms again. After catching up on the latest news, we decide that we need some "us" time. Saying our "good-nights", all smiling knowingly, everyone wishes us a good evening.

Before the door even finishes closing, clothes are flying across the room. We fall together on the bed. Pulling you close, I finally feel your soft tender body naked against mine. Slowly we start to massage each other and enjoy the feeling of each other's nakedness. Finally having the chance to relax, we slowly move together in a graceful carnal dance exploring each other's body as if we have never felt each other before. The sexual tension mounts as we kiss, nibble and lick each other's extra sensitive spot. You start to go crazy again......reaching for my dick, stoking and pulling it to its hardest. You roll me over on my back and quickly mount me, dropping your juicy pussy on my cock until you're filled again. Knowing what turns us both on and, without releasing; you turn around facing away from me. You gently take my balls in your hands and massage them....coaxing my cum to start flowing again. I feel it as it moves towards its goal. Remembering the feeling you get, I reach around and take your clit between my finger and thumb. Gently at first then harder as your passion rises. Reaching down I slip a finger next to my cock and into you, making you even tighter. Your moans are now at full volume. You finally go over the edge, flooding my hand with our combined seeds.

Finally taking the time, we curl up and express our love for each other. Exhausted, we drift off to sleep holding each other close. In our sleep we roll and start to spoon. Realizing our position, our bodies soon respond. Your hips gently grind your ass into my limp cock. Rapidly rising, my cock gently slides between you cheeks. You unconsciously spread your legs to allow my now roaming hand free access to your luscious love canal. As I massage your mound you grind harder into me. You reach back and gently start stroking my now rock-hard love sword. You gently pull me closer and guide me back into your pussy. Lying still for a couple minutes we enjoy the electrical connection. Slowly I start to move in unison with your grinding. We start to regain consciousness. Without pulling out, I lift your leg and spin around into the missionary position. Wanting to feel every inch of you, I lift your legs to my shoulders. 

Driving long and hard we both enjoy the feeling. Pulling out slowly, intending to just leave the tip in, I accidentally slip out completely. Pushing to slide back in, I accidentally poke at your virginal asshole. The tip, being completely soaked, slips in just a little. Starting to pull back out, you grab my hips and say, "Let's try." Surprised, but pleased at your attitude, I start pushing in. Slowly, but surely, I gently slide into your extremely tight ass. Knowing the sensitive nature of your ass cheeks, I grab a cheek in each hand and squeeze firmly. I start to drag my fingers across the cheeks causing you to moan louder and grind into me. Not being able to handle the tightness I soon feel my cum rising again. Wanting to enjoy this new feeling even more I try to resist, but can't. Suddenly I release yet another load into you. You continue to moan and push as you continue your rise to a climax also. Reaching around, I take a nipple in one hand and your clit in the other, massaging and squeezing each til they reach back to me. Because of your wetness, I easily slip two fingers into your sweet pussy, while continuing my work on your nipple. With the new position I take my thumb and push directly on your clit while also massaging it from the inside. This throws you into a thrashing orgasm like you haven't had in a long time. Gently pulling out, I slump onto you. Rolling to the side, we once again curl up and enjoy the wonderful afterglow.

Suddenly awakened we both realize that there was a knock at the door. Using the light from ESPN on the TV, you quietly slip to the door. Once again peeking through the hole, this time it's not blocked. You turn and in a surprising voice tell me "It's Sandy."



The Conference



(The first installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles)

It was Wednesday evening, and Mr. Lance Sheldon was awaiting his last parent/teacher conference to arrive. This was his third year at Livermore Elementary. Thanks in large part to his youth, (a man of twenty six), high energy level, and overly outgoing personality, he had developed quite a following with students and parents alike. Sure there were the occasional parents that nobody is able to please, but for the most part, he often heard, "Will you be here when Suzie comes up to your class?" or "You are going to be here for at least two more years, right?" Not knowing what the future would bring and trying to avoid giving anyone false reassurance, Lance usually gave the standard, "It's possible, but you never know what could happen between now and then." 

The clock was approaching twenty after six, and Lance was looking forward to wrapping up the day. The students had been in school for a half-day before being dismissed at twelve thirty so the teachers could hold parent/teacher conferences from one o'clock to seven o'clock. His six o'clock, Jack's parents had just left. Jack was a good student, and both he and his parents were fond of Mr. Sheldon. 

Lance looked up at the clock and noticed it was only twenty five after six. His thoughts turned to his next and final conference, Mrs. Abigail Delaney. He had first noticed Mrs. Delaney last year when her daughter was in second grade. Lance would occasionally bump into her on his way into school. They would always exchange pleasantries and were friendly with one another, but Lance noticed more than just how pleasant and friendly Abigail Delaney was. He noticed that she stood about 5'9", had gorgeous fiery red hair, a sexy smile, and long, hot legs that were quite the attention grabbers in her just-above-the-knee skirts. He couldn't help but get excited at the thought of having Lacy in his class this year and the potential of having more interaction with her sexy mother. As Lance sat at his desk thinking about the eye candy he was waiting on, he felt a lump start to form in his pants. Just as his cock came to full attention, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey! Are you ready for me? I realize I'm early, but thought I'd come up," Abigail Delaney said leaning into the room, cleavage peaking out of her hunter green blouse and her long, beautiful legs generously exposed by the lack of material in her jean mini skirt. If Mrs. Delaney wasn't looking hot enough, the matching green high heels just about put Lance over the edge. 

"Um….a….sure. Come on in and have a seat at the table," Lance said as he stood up, putting Lacy's report card in front of him to hide the tent that was being pitched at such an awkward moment. "How are you?" he asked, as he came closer to the table extending his free hand.

"Great. At least I am right now," Mrs. Delaney said, as she extended her hand with her eyes at waist level, glancing to the report card still hiding Lance's hardness. 

Lance started to sit before placing the report card on the table between them. "Oh, this? You really have only good things to look for and praise to give Lacy in terms of her academics. Have a look for yourself." 

"Wow! She is doing well, isn't she?" 

"Yes, she is. She is a strong student and for the most part a joy to have in class. However, there have been a few occasions where Lacy interrupts one of her classmates, or me, and begins sharing something with the class. I have taken her aside and talked about being considerate and respectful to people around her. She's done better lately, but I just thought I'd give you a heads-up because I believe if we work as a team, we will help our kids become more successful. I do my best to urge a sense of teamwork between myself and my students' parents."

"I have noticed Lacy doing that more lately. I think it has to do with her being an only child and now that she has three stepsiblings, she has to work harder to be heard. I will certainly reinforce at home what you expect at school." 

The two continued to talk for the next twenty minutes or so about everything from childhood to college experiences, to cars and sports, before Mrs. Delaney looked up at the clock.

"Oh, look at the time. I shouldn't be keeping you."

"Not a problem. I have enjoyed our visit." Lance could feel his cock stirring again. As the two stood up, Mrs. Delaney went to grab her keys off the table and dropped them on the floor. She bent over to get them with Lance standing behind her. Staring at her ass, in a bent over position, made Lance's semi hard-on instantly hard as a rock. He felt his body leaning into Mrs. Delaney's tight, round, luscious ass. As he got closer, he could feel his rock hard cock make contact. He moaned in ecstasy. This feeling was shattered by a rather angry voice. 

"Mr. Sheldon! What in the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I….aw….I'm…. sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," was all Lance could manage with his head down, eyes starring at the floor.

"I don't think you were thinking," Mrs. Delaney continued staring down at the obvious lump in Lance's pants. "And what is this?" she asked, reaching out and grabbing the rock hard seven and a half inches through his pants.

"It's a…..I don't know," Lance stammered. 

"Like hell you don't know. It's a hard-on. That's what it is."

"Yes Ma'am."

"This is highly unprofessional wouldn't you say, Mr. Sheldon? I suppose you want me to suck that cock of yours, don't you?"

"Yes, I mean, ah no…. I mean.... I'm sorry."

"If you're not now, you will be sorry when I'm done with you." With that, Mrs. Delaney knelt down in front of Lance, undid his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock. She stroked his shaft a few times before kissing and taking the head into her mouth. Standing up and taking Lance's hand, Mrs. Delaney led him over to the couch that took up a good portion of his classroom. "Ever have sex on this before?"

"No, Mrs. Delaney."

"Please Mr. Sheldon, have a seat, and call me Abby."

"Ok." Lance barely got the word out before falling backward on the couch. Abby, now kneeling in front of her daughter's teacher, untied and removed his shoes before completely pulling off his pants. She moved back in on his rock hard cock, first stroking it, and then licking the full length of the shaft, before taking all of him into her mouth. She withdrew the mouthful of cock, looked up, winked and seductively teased, "I've seen the way you look at me. I know you want me. You have fantasized about fucking me, haven't you?"

"Oh Abby, I've wanted you since last year. I have dreamed about making you moan."

"Then make me feel how bad you want me."

After hearing that, Lance stood her up, unbuttoned her blouse, and took it off. He then unclasped her bra and exposed her ample, perky, creamy breasts and beautiful little nipples. They glanced at each other, each seeing the strong almost primal look of lust in the other's eyes. They kissed passionately, one tongue playing with the other. The kissing only made the attraction hotter and stronger. Lance pulled his mouth away, spinning Abby and positioning her face first over the back of the couch. Bending down, he began to kiss the bottom back of her legs, slowing making his way up to thigh level. With his hands just ahead of his mouth, he pulled her skirt down over her hips and off completely, exposing Abby's luscious, thong-wearing ass. Pulling the strip of material away, Lance massaged her moist labia with a finger before sliding it all the way in.

"Oh, Baby. That feels so good. I want you so bad."

"You like that?" he teased, as he started licking her hot, wet lips. 

"Fuck me. I love that." 

"You taste so good," Lance whispered as he stood up, and knelt down on the couch, grasping his throbbing cock in his hand and aiming it toward Abby's soaking wet pussy. With one quick thrust from the hips, all of Lance was buried inside Abby.

"Oh man! Yes! Fuck me. I've wanted this for so long. Faster please!" Abby begged, as Lance took hold of her hips and thrust in and out of her causing both of them to moan in complete pleasure. "I want to ride you like a cowboy, Baby. Let me ride you like a cowboy," Abby pleaded. 

"That'll work," Lance said, standing up, allowing Abby to move away from the couch so her rock hard lover could lie down. Moving into position, Abby squatted over Lance's hot, sweating body, grabbing his shaft and guiding it to her labia before squatting down further, feeling it slam into her like a spear.

"Oh fuck yeah. I have always wanted you, Mr. Sheldon. Fuck me please. Don't stop. I want you to make me cum." The two moaned and called out each other's name as Abby continued to squat up and down. Lance matched every squat with an upward thrust of his own, sending feelings of immense pleasure through both lover's bodies. 

"Oh, I'm gonna cum. Mr. Sheldon, fuck me. Make me cum. Oh yeah. Oh Fuck'n yeah! I'm cummming. Oh yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh BABY. Don't stop. I love it. You feel so good!" Abby screamed, slowing down as the orgasm came to an end. 

"Was that ok?" Lance asked, his cock still rock hard inside Abby.

"That was great, but I'm not done with you yet. I want you on top and I want you to fuck me harder."

"You think you can handle it?" Lance asked with a tone of hormonal aggressiveness in his voice. 

"Yeah, I think I can handle it," Abby shot back, standing up and lying down on the carpeted floor next to the couch. 

"You sure you want to do that? You could end up with some pretty nasty rug burn." 

"I have a feeling it will be worth it," Abby said, as she grabbed Lance and pulled him off the couch causing him to land on top of her.

"Ok," he said, as he stroked his slightly softened shaft a few times, causing it to come back to full attention. Leaning in close to Abby, he kissed her passionately and stroked her face with one hand as he used the other to guide himself into her for the third time. More feelings of ultimate pleasure ran though both of the reconnected lovers as Abby rotated her hips to the rhythm of Lance's hip thrusts. The passionate and lustful kisses that poured from their mouths onto their faces and necks added another amazingly intense element that neither had expected. As the teacher and his student's mother made the most intensely passionate lovemaking of the night, Abby ripped her mouth away from Lance's kiss.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum again. Fuck me hard. Don't stop. Your cock's so hard. I'm cuumming! I want it so bad. I love it. It feels so good!" 

Lance continued to thrust hard and fast on the edge of cumming himself. "I'm gonna cum." 

"I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Baby, I'm sure. Cum inside me." 

After another couple thrusts, Lance went over the edge. "Oh Abby. Oh fuck. I'm cuuumming! Oh shit. That feels so good. I love it!" Lance exclaimed before collapsing on top of Abby. Physically and emotionally spent, the two laid there a few moments trying to catch their breathe before Abby looked up at the clock.

"Oh man. The family is going to wonder what happened to me," she explained as the two stood up, began looking for their clothes, and got dressed. 

"Yeah, we'll both have some explaining to do, but that was by far the best conference I've ever had. Thank you Mrs. Delaney."

"It was a rather productive yet fun conference I must say. You're welcome, and thank you Mr. Sheldon."

"You are more than welcome."

"As you said earlier, people are more successful when they work as a team and I think we just started some great teamwork tonight," Abby pointed out as she finished buttoning up her blouse and walked to the front of the room. She grabbed her keys and her daughter's report card before turning around and giving Lance a kiss. 

"Good night, Mr. Sheldon," she said, as she turned and walked out of the room.

"It's Lan----"

"I prefer Mr. Sheldon," she fired back before Lance could finish his sentence. 

"Good night, Mrs. Delaney," Lance said to himself, as he watched her round the corner, head down the stairs and out of the building. "Good night."



The Conference



This is a fictional story told in the eyes of a man between the thoughts of a woman he encounters. Read and you will soon catch on to the rhythm of thoughts they have. None of this is true but does brush closely to some fantasies that the author has had in his life...

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Him....I was at an engineering conference in Florida and had just gotten back to my room after a long day. I made myself a good tall bourbon and coke in a plastic cup and changed into some shorts and went out to the beach. I went for a walk and passed this very sexy woman walking along the beach collecting sea shells. I tried not to stare as she bent over and showed me a glimpse of her nice breasts. I went on down the beach and sit on a chair and drank while the waves slowly come in to wait for the sunset. Hey my lucky day, here comes the girl with a hand full of shells. I watched the sexy walk she had and tried to think of something to say real quickly. 

She looked up at me and I asked her if she needed help carrying all those shells. She said she was about to lay them down and pick them up later and go for a long walk right now. I said, why don't we walk together as I was about to do the same. We got acquainted very fast as we talked about everything. I found out she was also there for a conference on literature and was alone in the hotel next to mine. We were so involved in our talking that we found ourselves miles from the hotel and turned to walk back. When she turned around without even a thought of the consequences, I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. She did not resist so I bent over and slowly kissed her lips. She responded and kissed me back with unforeseen sensuality. We broke loose and just looked at each other....

Her....The beach is eerily quiet tonight with the suntan worshipers all gone to their rooms to await another day of rays. The splashing of the waves seems to be much louder tonight drowning out the sounds of my heart racing away as I had just kissed you for the first time. I was nervous as a wet cat which means that there was a deep feeling for you more than just a kiss to be kissing. It becomes an expression of passion and wanting to be very close. So close that I want to be inside you. 

Both....My arms squeeze you very close and I can feel your firm breasts against my body. I do not have a shirt on and it seems that I can even feel your nipples teasing me as our bodies press together. I wonder if you can feel my groin growing and pushing against you. You said, you are pretty sure of yourself aren't you and I said, well it's like those sea shells, you never want to pass up the chance for a pretty one with the perfect shape. You said I bet you say that to all the girls don't you. I answered, only if it will do me any good and laughed. I took your hand and we started walking back toward our hotels with the sun going down behind us and we could see our shadows in front of us. You squeezed my hand tight as to give me approval of what we were doing. I suggested that we go eat dinner together and have a bottle of wine to keep up the warm feeling I had for you. You agreed to go and asked how I was going to dress. I stated that I wanted you to pick out the sexiest outfit you brought and to wear high heels if you had them which turn me on. I asked if you wanted to be sexy for me and you said well it would be fun to turn on somebody for a change, that you had been in a rut for years and really had not had the occasion or opportunity to do anything like that for anybody as the home front was pretty well established. 

You said you really would like to do that if that's what I really wanted. Hell yes, I said, I want it and I promised I will keep my hands in my pockets and behave. Being witty as you are, you said; let's not make any promises that you can't keep. And I also like to be touched in a gentle sensual way and don't be surprised if I do some touching myself. We agreed that we had only known each other for an hour and we already had a lot in common. As we walk back toward the hotel we decided to clean up in our separate rooms and go out to eat. We saw the pool and decided to get in and let the warm body relax our bodies. We kissed in the pool and had to force ourselves to stop to save some for later. We got on the elevator and there were three teen age boys riding up. They couldn't take their eyes off of your tits as your nipples were showing through the now clear sheer top. That excited me that they were taking you in.

Her....I hadn't noticed the boys at first because my mind was carrying the warmth of the hot tub and your body. When I did notice I laughed, halfway wanting to show them more. You were obviously excited. Bathing suits do give away those secrets! As a slightly malicious tease I turned toward them as I backed toward you, partly to hide your excitement, partly to feel you on my back. I gave them that ole wry smile as if to tell them they could have some - but they would have to get it somewhere else. About that time the door opened and we fled to our rooms for that shower and then a meal. It was with anticipation that I thought of holding you and feeling a nice shirt next to your and my skin, and watching you eat with that mouth that does such extraordinary things to me. 

Well, my dear, you have certainly entertained rather major impulses in your life, and why not this one? It is such a change to meet a man who jokes with flirtation, as if in high school, but is so obviously a man with mature intent. His touch was tender, his jokes harsh. His attention focused on the moment. Yes, we are all susceptible to random acts of frivolity, but somehow he gets right to the core of feeling, casting aside childish silliness. It is sexual, it is tender, and it is a great, healthy attraction. I'm going to take a hot bath and relax. Amazing. I'm actually feeling such expectation, and want this man. I want him to pull me to him again, with that tender hand on my back, and want him to dance with me, and lean his body to mine. The smell of his shirt and coat, and the feel of his back under that shirt is already a reality. I want to take that shirt off later, one move at a time, and run my hands down his sides and kiss his chest. He and I deserve this. Chemistry is rare. We could walk for hours, turning to each other for those long kisses. I would kiss your cheeks and chest, and yes, run my hands down your body and hold you, and rub my breasts against your torso. We could enjoy that moon and sand and eventually, with mutual chemistry and amazing need, drop to that sand for the most amazing love making we have ever had. You would mount and push and thrust and pull out for kissing and my holding you in my mouth before we completed each other, to arise and walk again. We'd wash off in the surf and laugh at the mess before, once again, uncontrollably attracted to each other, and unable to keep our hands off each other, we'd begin again to walk, and kiss, knowing we would fall into even more fervent fucking.

Him.....We got back to our rooms after eating and changed into shorts for me and shorts and tube top for you. That was so you could walk along the beach with me again but this time in the moonlight with your top pulled down and let those beautiful babies hang out in the fresh air and so I could play with them while I had my arm around you. We carried a nice stiff drink with us in a cup so when we a little intoxicated we could multiply the feelings we would give each other. We came to a wooden lounge chair and sit on the edge of it for awhile taking in the moons rays and talking about our sex lives. You had always fascinated about meeting a stranger on the beach and doing this very thing and you wanted to fulfill all those dreams. I pulled your pants off and laid you back in the chair and went down below to smell of that sweet pussy and lick around it. You became aroused as my tongue darted around looking for your clit and when I found it you grabbed my head and pulled me closer begging me to eat your pussy good. I did exactly that and you tasted so sweet.

Her....Oh God yes. That mouth is so good. You spread my legs so wide, and rubbed and licked, and probed with your fingers so hot yet so gentle. Oh yeah, I felt it and it made me want you more than ever. You - with your hard dick so near and your tongue digging and licking and entering me as I wanted you more and more to mount me and shove that dick deep. You have a way of pumping hard that brings me to you and into such a swoon. Yes, swoon. That sounds so cliché, but you are so good at getting me off, that after the tremors end, I want to let my head roll back and thrust my breasts to you. Suck them, please. Coming with you is always perfect. We come together. Yes, you can bring me to climax with your tongue and probing, but your thrusting and writhing brings me up to it again, with you. You pound hard and it is amazing. I'm wanting you to cum. You have me wide open, creamy and wet. You then move yourself up on to me, holding your penis, inserting just enough to use the wet cream to slide yourself over me, rubbing and gently rubbing until we are both moaning with desire. Just as my hips begin to lift in climax, you insert and push and pound until we are almost there, looking at each other, you rubbing my breasts, and me holding your butt, moving you in and out and side to side, licking your chest and neck, and throwing my head back to help you thrust harder.

Him....A couple came walking down the beach and the excitement of being seen really turned us on that much more. Hoping we were being watched I pushed my dick in you harder with my ass going up and down in the cool fresh ocean smelling air. To be sure we were seen at that moment I hollered that I was about to come in that sweet pussy and wanted it to suck up all my cum it could take. That made you thrust all that much harder and you were moaning very loud. You looked over my shoulder and saw them watching and told me to lay back and to give you my hot cum in your mouth.

Her.... Hamm. People watching. A couple watching. There must be some reason why they linger. Shall we encourage their interest? Come to me. Bring your dick to my mouth while I spread myself even wider for them. I will move to your music for this couple's desire. My mouth is ready for you and your dick is ready. I will take it deep, yes, and you will fill my mouth with your cum, using the cream to increase your raging need. You are still hard, and I am still tight, after the release. The couple remains and actually moves closer to us. You like it. You are aflame, and twist my body across the lounge chair so that I am arched, with my butt on the edge, accessible to you on your knees. You tease with your dick, so large and still pulsing with blood, rubbing me once again, knowing where to rub. The couple appears to like what they see and approach as you plunge into me. You are upright and free. My breasts are bouncing with every thrust and my arms are above me, clutching the sand. The man approaches and begins rubbing and teasing my left breast.

Him....He plays with your tits and bends over and starts sucking on them. He puts his fingers in your pussy and soaks it with my cum and gives his wife a taste. She said it tasted very good and wanted some more. She dropped to her knees and took me in her hands and put it in her mouth and started kissing and sucking me. Meanwhile he turned you around on the chair next to us and got down between your legs and started licking your pussy. There we lay side by side getting eat by these too strangers. We kissed each other's lips while we were both being seduced by them and wondered what they would do next. Would they just eat us until we both came again or would they want more?

Her....It is amazing how much they seem to know about us and what we like. You are fondling my breast and moaning, while I offer them to you even closer. You reach down for me and the man moves back to give you room. He moves to my head, rubbing himself and lowering his shorts. He wants more, yes. I scrunch my breasts together around his penis while he begins to pump. The woman wants it, too. She wants us both. I am amazed at her prowess and need. She turns you over on your stomach so that she may fondle you from behind with her hand while you are licking me. She then moves you aside and rolls you over to suck on you while inserting her finger in me. You are moving closer so that you may put your face next to mine so that we may enjoy this as one...I am unexpectedly weary and impatient. The woman is leaning over me now, so I hold her and we roll to the sand where I open her arms while straddling her, lean down to say thank you, and open her legs in preparation. I then pull her man to her. He is excited so inserts easily, and they begin their own love making. I want to be alone with my guy, now, who is tired but still excited. We lie on our sides facing each other, close. You insert yourself, but are tired, so we snooze for a while, pleased. When we awake the couple is gone.

Him....We walk back to the hotel and discover it is almost 2 A.M. What seems to have been only a fast blur turned out to be several hours of intense wild passionate sex. It's as we were starved and could not get enough of the best thing since they invented ice cream. You promised me you would sleep all night with me the following night if I would let you go in and take a hot bath and get some sleep. We kissed oh so softly unlike the starved kisses we had been doing. It was hard to let go of your hand but I agreed we needed to rest and that we would meet in your room the following afternoon after our seminar was over for a very special happy hour.

Her....Sleeping was difficult even though I was tired. Sated and tired, but feeling so good about it all. My mind kept wandering back to the couple on the beach and I wondered who they were and where they were staying. The woman was obviously attracted to her man, but loved sex and adventure as much as we seem to, together. It was difficult, when so tired, to turn away from her when leading her man into her. When straddling her, my instinct was to rub my breasts on hers as they did touch when I thanked her. I was already straddling her with our cunts close and already wet. What stopped me, other than fatigue, from dismounting to fondle her further? She wanted it as much as she wanted her man. My fingers could have explored and entered. I could have cupped my hand around her crotch with one finger still inserted while I rubbed and sucked her breasts, all the while presenting my own cunt to you two guys. 

The thought of continuing to rub together with our legs entwined from the side, was making me horny all over again. Perhaps, while we are out tomorrow night, we will meet up with them again. Perhaps, while I am licking her on my knees, I will be entered from behind by one of you guys, the other then joining by licking her breasts and mine as they hang over her. If the second guy entered her also, we could easily have one of the best experiences of a foursome imaginable. Of course, I would want you guys to pull out occasionally before coming, so she and I could lick each other and enter-twine again, to intensify that coming heat. Wouldn't it be soooo great if he entered me from behind while I was kneeling over her rubbing my breasts on hers, and you entered her, our heads together, kissing each other with each thrust and groan.

Him....The day seemed to drag on and I was in a hurry to get back to my new found woman. A hell of a woman and one that seemed to be able to fulfill every fantasy I could come up with. I wasn't really into the seminar and left around 3 pm and went to my room and lay back to rest for awhile and to try to come up with a plan for the evening. After 30 minutes the phone rang and it was the voice I wanted to hear. You told me to put on my bathing suit and bring my bottle to your room so we could make a well needed drink to carry out to the pool. I did as instructed and it seemed like I was there in a few seconds as I couldn't wait to start only our second evening together. I knocked on the door and you said to come on in it is unlocked. You were laying there naked with those damndest tits sticking up in the air. I could taste them with the very site of them. You told me to come kiss them first and sit down the bottle second. I said, I know what you want, you have been thinking all day about that woman last night sucking your tits and you have got to have some more. You agreed that it was good but what you really wanted was for my big dick too slowly slide inside of you while I kissed your nipples softly. Like superman shedding his outfit, I was naked in a flash and climbed over you and teasing those nipples. They began to stand up and became hard. I wanted to bite them but wanted to keep it tender. I let my dick find its own way into your pussy and withheld most of it while I sucked those tits. You kept asking for more but I wouldn't do it.

Her....You wanted to play. You wanted to tease. It was a good idea. I searched for something in the room to use to enhance the play and found the hotel lotion handily. It was creamy, and greasy, almost. Perfect, I thought. You rubbed it on my stomach and crotch and breasts, in that sensuous way you have. I ran my hands through what was on my crotch and rubbed it on your stomach and crotch, making certain your dick was slick and helped it get even bigger with the caresses. The bed had an open backboard, so I was able to hold on to it, raising myself to your eye level. You opened my legs, held my butt in one hand and lower belly in the other. You entered, raising and lowering me on your dick. I could feel it through my skin and on your hand. You would then pull out and rub even more. You love the cunt. The open legs, the need I have for you. I love that I want you so much and that you like it. I set you up on pillows so you can see everything, and put a pillow under your butt - that way I can lower myself onto you, dismount and take you in my mouth and rub my breasts on your dick. I hold it between my breasts for you to pump. You leak a bit of cum because you are soooo close, which makes the movement easier and my body slicker. 

Him....Yes I love it between your tits and it seems to be a perfect fit for my dick between the crack between them. I can see your face and the expressions you make as my dick slides right up to your mouth with each stroke. I can feel your lower body squirming and I can tell that your sweet pussy is begging for more dick. I grabbed the bottle of lotion and inserted it up your pussy and moved it around while I begin to tease your clit again. It was all I could do to hold the bottle as the suction was pulling it inside you. Wow, no wonder my dick loved you so much. You have one tight fucking machine. I then slowly began to rub my finger around your ass as I was eating you and put the tip of my finger in your hole. I waited for a positive or negative response to see if you liked that. You pumped on the bottle and my face even harder so I pushed my finger inside you even deeper. I loved filling your ever hole. I was wondering if you might love my dick in that tight hole and I had a goal of finding out. I couldn't stand it much longer as I was getting very worked up and I jerked the bottle out and sit up and pushed my dick all the way to the bottom of your love pit. It wanted me as bad as I wanted it because it began sucking on my dick like none had ever before. Where in hell had this woman been all my life? 

We made love like this for what seemed to be hours and you whispered in my ear that tonight after a few drinks you would let me try to put my dick in your ass and see what that felt like. You had never had that but had at times wondered what it would be like. At that thought I began to cum and fucked you feverishly fantasizing that it was really in your ass. I came inside you and collapsed in your arms while I tried to catch my breath. I nibbled on your ears and came up and kissed you lips just barely touching them as to be soft and gentle and to show my affection for the great time you had just given me. We put our bathing suits back on and went out to the pool to rest in the sun and dip on our drinks before dinner.




The Conference



Her....When you saw I was ready, and the oil had made everything perfect, you moved up my body, licking. You put one hand behind my butt and one behind my neck and inserted. You were looking at me and kissing. When you knew it was time you rammed. You rammed hard, while looking at me. You knew I wanted it and wanted to give it, and you wanted me to know you wanted to give it to me. Your desire was as intense as mine. You were the roughest lover I had ever been with. Not coarse and brutal, but almost violent. It was your nature, your need. Everything you did was gentle even when ramming me hard. You would go deep and hold while rubbing your crotch on mine. The rubbing got me off and you watched. When you finally came, you came with a shudder that got me off again. We stretched our legs out, sweaty, yours on top of mine, and you moved mine to close. That helped you stay in longer. I was thinking that if we checked out of this hotel tomorrow and never saw each other again, we would never forget. We had bound ourselves together with this passion. At some point, if I ran into you on the street accidentally, it would be all we could do to keep our hands off each other.

You had used the bottle to help keep me aroused. You used your fingers, your tongue, and your dick. You were energetic and inventive. You suggested more, and that you wanted anal sex. I am willing to try it, although I thought only homosexual men really liked it. With you I will try anything to see if it works for us. We had a drink, as you suggested, and decided to take our drinks to the pool. You went on down while I put on my shorts. When I arrived I saw you yukking it up with two young girls and talking with some guys who were there on motorcycles. I had met one of the girls the afternoon of the day I met you. She and I had had a short drink and chatted a bit. I gave her a hug hello. Our breasts were touching. You moved your arm around me, took my breast in your hand and moved me away from her, pretending to be jealous. We looked at each other as if we were asking the question: wonder what happened to the couple on the beach.

As the sun went down, we were talking with our new friends, stretched out on lounge chairs, really enjoying ourselves and remembering the love making. Your scent was still on my body. You said mine was still on your hands. You were very anxious to be alone, I could see, so we filled our glasses to the top with even stronger drink and headed for the beach, our favorite place. We sipped our drinks, feeling the alcohol. You would reach over and put your hand down my shorts and finger me every now and then. You wanted your dick in my body. About that time we saw the couple. You took my hand and squeezed. We knew our evening just might be perfect. All four of us looked at each other knowingly. I walked straight to the woman, lowered her top to caressed her breasts, which she was not surprised about. I then put my hand down her pants to rub and finger her. 

She and I were preparing ourselves for our men. I turned to look at you so you approached from behind, put your arms around us both and lowered us to the sand. I pulled her pants down, you pulled mine down. I fingered her while you rubbed me and then used the wet cream to arouse yourself and oil my crotch. The man watched. He liked to watch. He stood aside for a while, so you pulled me away from her a bit. You spread my legs after taking my pants off, then spread hers. He watched. You caressed her breasts and mine. He watched. You got between her and me, rubbing us all over, using the wetness and cream from us both, and then once again, rubbed it on yourself. I turned over. I knew what you wanted. I moved closer to her so I could touch her and you then moved to insert into my butt. It was good that you had rubbed cream on me. While you did that, I pulled her legs farther open, thinking the man would walk over to her. He didn't, so with you in and on me, I moved on top of her. You would insert in me and then in her. She was close to coming. I was kissing her breasts and she mine. When you were in her, you caressed my crotch. Finally you entered my butt and gently, gently, entered farther, almost coming.

You pulled out. I knew what you were doing. You wanted to prolong the experience, as you had that afternoon. You moved away to see what we would do. The woman looked at her man to see if he was interested yet. He watched. She got up and went to the dune where there was a bag. She pulled a tape player out. Music! Yes. I didn't know whether you liked to make love to music or not, but we would find out. She turned up the music, a slow jazz, sensuous and smooth. She turned to me then and wrapped my arms around her. We moved our hips to the music, rubbing our hips together, then breasts. She turned her back to me and we continued to sway our hips, moving toward her man. She turned again to caress my breasts and rub my clit then butt. We moved closer to him and squatted down. I spread her knees apart facing him and rubbed her in front of him, then fondled her breasts and rolled her nipples in my fingers. I pulled his hand to her for him to feel and caress. She and I switched places. He rubbed me with both hands, but did not move to take part. Abruptly, you stood up and came over. It was time. You put us on our knees, side by side in front of her man. You were behind me with your dick hard and ready. You put it in my butt so gently, but you were wanting it hard. She was presenting herself to him and when he saw you insert, he was immediately interested and moved to her. You worked in and out, as he did. After a time, you said it is too tight, so moved to my vagina to finish, humping hard, twisting, and moving. He did the same.

Him.....You watched her face as she took his dick in her pussy. She seemed to want you more but figured that her husband had to take part and give him his share of pussy. Y'all kissed as you got your pussies reamed out by our hard dicks. He asked if we could swap places and try you for awhile. I said of course that would be fun. He slowly entered your pussy and without asking and I did the same to her. Here I was fucking a woman in front of you like we had done this for a long time and I didn't even know her name. It didn't matter what her name was, I was just enjoying the very sexual scene we were experiencing. It felt like I was already used to the feel of your pussy and this was fucking a strange pussy. Her pussy was milking my dick as she squeezed me with every stroke. He asked you if he could put it in your ass as his wife didn't like that very much. You told him he could fill any hole you had knew that I would really get turned on watching him do that. He slid his long but thin dick in your ass and then pulled it almost all the way out and then went back in again. You felt him hit bottom with each stroke and let out a little squeal each time. 

Y'all started kissing again and you whispered that she should let your man share the same hole with her. She put her hand around my dick and pulled it out and pointed it to her ass. She rubbed it around her hole and pushed her butt back so I could push in. She had never been fond of this but the excitement of the scene made her want it. I was going slow but she started to beg me to fuck her ass with that big hard dick. I pumped it in to her and he pumped you just as hard. She said it was going to make her cum and not to quit until we could all cum together. You also wanted to feel that hot cum up your ass. We all four came at about the same time and we fell into a pile of naked bodies. We lay there for a minute and then we all kissed each other softly. I kissed both of you girls and y'all kissed him. 

We both wanted to cuddle and feel each other's bodies alone and in a more personal setting but for the meantime this fucking another couple while we each watched was just too exciting to pass up. There would be time for just us later on at bedtime. I was going to spend the night with you this time and wake up to a beautiful woman. We all put our bathing suits back on and decided that we were hungry and would go jump into the pool to get the sweat and cum off our bodies and go next door to the Waffle House for some pancakes and coffee. I sat next to you and your more than ample breasts were bulging out the top of your suit. The cook right behind our table was a tall strong looking black man and he kept leaning over our table talking trying to get a better look at your tits. I put my arm around you and when I thought he wasn't looking put my hand down your suit and felt of them. 

Obviously I didn't get my hand out soon enough as he saw me and said he sure would like to have some of that. I asked him if had ever had a white woman and he said no but that was a fantasy of his. We all laughed and said we all knew about fantasies. You asked him if it was true about what they said about black men and he said there was only one way to find out and we laughed at that also. He told a waitress to watch the food he was cooking as he had to go to the bathroom. I said that reminds me, I haven't pissed all night and I had probably cum more today than I had pissed. I went to the bathroom and talked with him a while and then came back out. I whispered to y'all that yes he well meets the description of that old wives tale. 

We went back to the hotel and her husband said he had to go bed as he had to get up early in the morning. She told him she was going up to our room and have a drink with us and relax before she went to bed. The three of us went to my room and made some drinks and turned on the TV. I said that it surely would be more comfortable if they took off those bathing suits and put on a loose shirt and I had several they could wear. Y'all took turns going to pee and freshen up a bit and came back out and all of us sat on the couch with our drinks with me in the middle.

Her.....We talked with the woman, who had never revealed her name, about the conferences we were all attending and that we'd all be going home in a couple of days. Finally, she admitted that she had made this trip with her husband because she hoped it would be a time they could be together alone. She was hoping to kick start their sex lives. He was willing to get involved with some things, but reluctant with others. She was up for anything at this point, and would like to know some things she could do to get him going again. We both said we could help her. 

I got up and went to her on the couch. I straddled her and unbuttoned her blouse about half-way so I could caress her breasts and suck them, wanting her to be aroused. She opened her legs so our cunts were touching and rubbing, and I rubbed her with my hand. She rubbed and sucked my breasts. You were watching and had been aroused since I unbuttoned her blouse. (What an animal you are - always ready. Always energetic.) Seeing that, I looked at her and said, let me show you something. I moved to you and eased onto your cock (I say cock because it fits the sight. You are hard and strong.) until you were slick and comfortable. I then put my feet on the couch to raise myself up, then used your penis to rub my clit. The sensation is always intense. She held you so that she might do the rubbing. In a moment you held my thighs and raised me to your mouth for a long kiss of appreciation for us both, and then lifted me farther to begin to lick. You know what to do, which makes me want to moan.

The woman took my place, so while you are getting me off, she is sucking your balls, moving to take you in her mouth. When you are almost beginning your shudder, you gently move us aside, stand up, take our hands, and lead us to that king size bed.

Him....I lay back with Y'all on each side of me and y'all started to kiss my dick all over and lick it taking turns to suck me a little. I played with y'alls tits while watching my dick getting double sucked. Your tits were larger than hers with hers a little more firm. As your mouths met occasionally you kissed each other just for a moment but I sensed y'all wanted more. She was sucking me and you went down and pulled a ball up into your mouth. She followed and put the other ball in her mouth. This was definitely something I had never received and was double enjoying it, ha! While sucking my balls she stroked my dick with her hand and you took your hand and teased my asshole. I pulled Y'all heads up on my chest and kissed each of you one at a time and then we put all our mouths together for a group kiss. I pulled back and y'all continued to kiss each other long and hard. You reached out and fondled her breasts and she started playing with yours. Then you started kissing each other's tits and used my body for a bed as you were trying to get to each other while laying around me. 

I did not mind and had the best seat in the house to watch you take in her body. You lay her next to me and went down and started kissing her pussy. You licked it good and kept working your tongue deeper into her. I started playing with her tits and we started kissing. She reached down and pulled my dick harder and harder as she got her pussy eat out. After a long time of this, I asked y'all to eat each other at the same time and would like to watch. This was great and it made me so damn horny. As you were on bottom I moved around and started kissing on her butt. I kissed you on the forehead and then moved my tongue up to her asshole. I stuck it in and got a good taste of her ass. It was sweet tasting and it became juicier. I raised up and started rubbing the tip of my dick in her hole while my balls rubbed your head. You took a moment to stop eating her pussy to kiss my balls as a sign that you approved our game and what I was fixing to do. This excited me and I continued to push my dick in further and pull it out in series until I had it very deep. Her ass was small and it was hard to believe where I was going and felt like it was going to come out her throat. 

This turned her on and she really started sucking on that good pussy of yours. I could have cum in her easily but wanted to get some of your pussy that at this moment the best pussy in the world. I turned y'all over until you were on top and I mounted your ass in a flash. You took your hands and spread your ass out so I could enter. With her juices on my dick I went in a lot easier this time than last time. I fucked you so hard that it was hard to keep your mouth on her pussy but you weren't letting go because you really liked doing this. I lay y'all side to side on your backs and got down between you and put a finger up each pussy. I put several fingers in each as they seemed to want more and used my thumbs to rub Y'all clits. I had Y'all moving and groaning and were begging me to make y'all cum at the same time. I said I would if you would kiss each other so I could watch. My hands moved faster and you both let out a yell at the same time and your bodies were just shaking together. I fell on top of y'all and we fell asleep that way. 

An hour later there was a knock at the door and we thought it was her husband looking for her so you didn't bother to hide under the sheets and I went to the door to let him in. I was wondering if he would be mad or happy that his wife had been fucking us. To our surprise it wasn't him but it was the black guy from the Waffle House. I had given him my room number in the bathroom and told him to come to my room later and we would show him some more of your nice tits. He saw y'all naked on the bed and told me I was one lucky dude to have two women. I told him to come on over and sit on the bed with us and he did and eagerly started playing with y'alls tits. I told him we were all eager to see that big dick and to take off his clothes. He undressed quickly and crawled onto to the bed between y'all two. His dick was already sticking up in the air and y'all were looking at him with excitement. He was probably 14 inches long and very large in diameter also. Y'all started playing with him and rubbed him as to see if that magic lamp would grow even larger. You put your mouth over him to see what it was like. Damn was this thing big. I was wondering if walls pussies could take this thing.

Her....He looked at you to get some idea what the plan was and if you had rules about us women. He seemed to already know I was with you, but that we were free to share. As maybe a sign of courtesy, he first went to the woman. She welcomed him. This was totally new to her. Totally. She opened her legs as a sign of welcome, and he moved up to her to touch, then lick. As soon as you saw him move toward her you were instantly in heat. Me, too. You brought me to lie between you and the woman so that you could see all of us. There was such steam rising from all of us it was amazing the sheets weren't aflame. I fondled her breasts before you pulled me up to sit on your face. God you loved that, as much as being sucked. Since I was on my knees above you, you could reach her, so caressed her breasts, then mine. 

The man entered her, holding her hips up to make it easier. She was moaning. When he looked over to us, you had turned me around so that I was also easy to enter while lying on your legs. He pulled out of her and entered me while you held my hips, which you then lifted repeatedly. The woman moved to you and had you let go of my hips so she could sit on you and pump. Every now and then she would pull up and stand up slightly so you could lick her. Both of you men let us go and pushed us together to watch us suck and lick each other. We kissed and fondled. When I was on my knees over her, the man entered from behind and began ramming almost as good as you. He moved me farther up her body so that he could reach both her breasts and mine. That left room for you to enter her as she lay on her back. I noticed you didn't push her hard, but rather went in and out slowly in order to feel the slick stuff.

Him....I enjoyed fucking her but I always eagerly waited for my chance to get back in your pussy. It had more feeling like it loved me and was expressing a deep feeling in addition to the passion. We watched her get her pussy filled with his dick. She could only take about half of it but that was enough for her to hang on to him like she was riding a wild bull. She got on top of him and you climbed over to her face rubbing your pussy all over it while you faced him. Y'all kissed and he fucked her harder and that made her eat your pussy harder. I lay there and watched as I needed a short rest not to mention that I loved to watch you and her together. He began to throb and hollered that he was cumming. He filled up her pussy until it started to pour out the side and then he pulled it out and shot the rest of it on her stomach. You bent over and put him in your mouth and licked and sucked until all the cum was gone. 

Y'all got off of her and I went down and started to lick her pussy and eat her. The cum kept cumming out and I got a mouth full. It was OK but I sure liked tasting my own in your pussy better. I thought he would be through but he said he wanted to fill your pussy up also and climbed on top of you and started fucking again. His big dick swelled again in your pussy and it wasn't long until you came on his dick. He kept pumping and shot another load into you. This time the girl went down on you and started cleaning it out with her tongue. While you were being eat, we both came up to your sides and put our dicks in your mouth at the same time. It was definitely a mouthful and you pulled his out and rubbed it on your tits while you continued to suck on me. It was my turn to cum and I didn't last long and came in your mouth. The girl came up and started kissing you to taste me juices. 

He thanked us for the most exciting sex he had ever had and got up and put his clothes on. He said to come back to the Waffle House and he would let us eat free anytime. You ran to the door as he was leaving and kissed him goodbye and then came back and lay with us. She said she also had to get back to her husband and told us not to tell her husband about our fucking and it would be just between us. We both kissed her and she left. I said well do you want to fuck some more or go to sleep in each other's arms. You said if I thought I could get it up again that you would love to have me inside you. I said I was just kidding and I really wanted to hug and sleep. We were exhausted but we couldn't sleep and talked for an hour about our great find in each other until we did pass out in each other's arms. 




The Conference



Her....It was good to be alone. I was tired, needed a shower and rest. The next day was my presentation at the conference. Had to laugh - wonder what D.H. Lawrence and Lady Chatterly would think of me arguing in favor of maintaining the lessons learned through their books! You showered with me so we soaped each other slowly, appreciating each other's body. Had we not been so tired we would have made love in the shower - slowly, with the water falling over our soapy bodies. Soap makes a natural lubricant for bodies, and rubbing my breasts over your stomach is unbelievably stimulating.

Him....The next afternoon after class we went to the pool to rest and lay in the sun (again). The three boys were there and we saw them several times look at you and stare at your titties. I told you to get in the water and go over and talk to them and see if they might want to come up to my room for a drink and get a better look at your tits. You kissed me and said I sure knew how to excite you. Then you got up and got into the water and pulled your top down a little to expose more tit for their eyes.

Her....At the end of the next day I felt great. Everything went well, and it was fun to anticipate meeting up with you by the pool. There you were, tan, expectant, and ready for adventure. We sat with our drinks watching the people around the pool. You spotted the boys that had been in the elevator. We couldn't really tell if they were boys or young men, but I jumped in as you suggested, to find out. I swam over to their side of the pool and floated in front of them letting my breasts emerge a bit from my bathing suit, and then float on top of the water so they could see more. When they spoke to me I knew immediately they were men and not boys. I asked if they were interested in getting together. Of course they were! They asked if I was with you. I said yes. They asked if I was REALLY with you and I said no. They understood and wanted to know about getting together.

When I swam back over to you to tell you about the plan to meet in your room, I said I hoped you didn't want me to be with ALL of you. We laughed. Ah. To see you laugh and think about being in bed with you was such an amazing feeling. You know, I think my desire for you is what carries me when we are with other people. You turn me on more than anybody I've ever known, and fucking you takes me to places I've never been. Having your dick in my mouth or inside, is paradise to a woman who is truly sensual. To have you lick me and get me off, puts the icing on the entire experience. Icing!! How about whipped cream! We talked about what to do for the evening. Tomorrow was our last day/night together so we decided to go out and then spend the time alone in bed. Tonight, though, we wanted more fantasy and adventure.

You walked over to the young guys and told them to meet us in an hour. That gave us time to find the couple from the beach. Sure enough, they were in the lobby, so we invited them up, also. He wasn't sure but seemed to be more relaxed than a couple of days ago. When the guys arrived we had drinks ready and everyone relaxed a bit. One of them knew exactly what was going on and wanted to get it on. He looked at you for "permission", which you obviously would give. He turned to me and put out his hand for us to go to the bed. When we got there, he was aroused and ready and had my shorts and shirt off quickly. I spread my legs for him but he went straight to my breasts. He couldn't get enough, as if he had had little love making in his life. Once he was used to the idea he pulled his pants off and prepared for the real thing. He wasn't sure what to do, so you walked over to show him. 

You gave him some good lessons in how to touch and suck a woman and how getting her to reach a climax made it better for fucking. You then held my legs apart and spread me out so that he could enter. He was immediately in a frenzy, so you slowed him down by rubbing my breasts and getting him to do the same. You told him to pull out and lick more and move to put his dick in my mouth, which drove him wild. He couldn't wait so went immediately back to fucking and came in a fury. Watching other guys come really gets you off, so you had me suck you before you entered me to pound pretty hard. We had not made love since the night before, and I was hungry for you. The other guys were by now circling like wolves. Fortunately the other couple arrived.

Him....The boy wanted sucked again and you made him happy while my dick was thrusting inside you. The couple sat on the couch and the other two boys went back to meet them. It wasn't long until they were horny watching us fuck and asked the man if they could play with his wife's tits. They began exploring her body and he was getting excited. I asked him to come over and lay back on the bed where he could watch his wife get pleased and my lady would please him. He quickly undressed and laid down. His dick was limp and you went down and sucked him until it was sticking up in there air. You climbed on top of him and sucked that dick right up your pussy. He played with your tits and started fucking you back. I climbed behind you and started rubbing my dick around your pussy while he pumped you. My dick got all wet from your juices and I slid it in along with his dick. We were both inside you and you could feel double pleasure. It was very unusual and something you had never had before. I was kissing your back and neck and playing with your titties while the man sucked on your nipples. The boy wanted you to keep sucking so you did and he began to finger your ass. You soon had one hole full of fingers and one hole full of dicks. 

We were all watching the scene on the couch just a few feet away. She had the boy's dicks in her hands and was sucking both of them while they fondled her tits. The boy you were sucking came around behind me and put his arms around me and continued to finger your ass from this position. I could feel his dick getting so hard that I thought he was going to come on my butt and I could feel the tip of his dick cross my asshole with every movement as his body was gyrating and wanting to fuck. His dick popped into my ass and surprisingly it felt good so I didn't make him take it out. Nobody could see this so I thought I would let him do it for awhile. It was beginning to feel good up my ass and my dick started pumping harder in your pussy while rubbing against the man's dick. It seems impossible but we all three came at the same time. I loved it so much that I could not wait to go down and eat all that cum out of your pussy. It was flowing and I really got a mouth full. The boy did the same with my ass and licked up all of his juices. The man was laying next to you and y'all were kissing passionately while watching his wife get fucked by one boy and she was sucking the other one. They traded places and both got a turn at her pussy. 

Her....The woman and I were worn out. This action was close to rape by now, so we called time. She did confess her name is Rachel and that her man's name was Rick. We retreated to the bathroom to clean up. We didn't mind the adventure and experimentation, but there were limits. We didn't even mind a bit of exhibitionism, but we were dealing with too many men.

We took a shower and soaped each other down. We knew one of you guys opened the door, but didn't care. At least we were getting a break. Since you were all watching we decided to make it worth our while, and yours. We used the soap suds to slick ourselves up and then began a sensual love making, I guess you could call it, that we hoped would lead to some great fucking, but just not with all of you.

Rachel ran her hands over my body stopping to massage my breasts and hold them up so you all could see them becoming aroused. She rubbed all over, and by now knew how to stimulate another woman almost to climax. She used her fingers with skill, and sucked on my breasts until I could not help but groan and suck hers. Soon we were rubbing each other and kissing. I could hear you guys moan too. I turned her around so that I might reach between her legs to rub and finger her then reach around to hold her breasts up for all of you. We then changed places so that she might reach between my legs.

Someone walked through the door. I didn't look to see who. The guy stepped into the shower to participate and to stimulate the other guys. He came from behind to rub and finger both of us and inserted his dick in her from behind. He squatted slightly so that she was almost sitting in his lap. I then straddled her in front. He and I lusted after her body, her breasts, her mouth. I then stood up and he turned her toward the door so that all of you could see. Her legs were spread and he was still in her pumping hard. Another guy came in - you - and took me to the end of the shower, under the water. You seemed to know that some of this had become too much, but you were unable to stop. You soaped yourself and took me in your arms. You lifted me onto your cock while fingering my butt and licking my breasts. Having the other two in the shower and knowing the other guys were watching, turned you on unbelievably. You lifted me up and down on your cock. Hard. You raised and lowered me. Hard. I loved it. You then lifted me off so that I might suck you and hold your balls. I sucked them so the guys could see.

Rachel had finished with her guy and he lifted her from behind, holding her legs apart so one of the boys could enter her. The first guy turned out to be her husband. He understood the adventure and sexuality now. He was into her completely, and the amazing sex. He watched while the other guy pumped her and he held the guy while entering her, much as you did when I was being fucked by one of them earlier. He seemed to have never thought about what it was like for a dick to be in his woman.

Him....We all got out of the shower and the men dried off the gals and then the gals dried us off being sure to rub our dicks real good. Rick and I lay on the couch with a drink and Rachel bent before me and started to kiss on my dick and rub her husband's dick. She wanted him to see how she could take my dick and to turn him on. She motioned for you to come over and take his dick in your mouth. Y'all were really putting on a show and showing your men how you loved to suck us. Two of the boys came up behind y'all and rubbed their dicks on your butts and slowly inserted themselves into your pussies. This made y'all suck that much harder and even though Rick and I had cum already we were getting fully aroused again from the pleasure of the mouths and watching y'all get fucked from behind. We pulled y'all up off the floor and with your knees on each side of us and on the couch straddled us and slid our newly aroused dicks into your pussies. The two boys then proceeded to find your asses and put their dicks in them while our dicks were in your other holes of heaven. Y'all were fucking and getting fucked and going wild with small screams only to be muffled by the times y'all kissed each other. Rick was really into this scene now and was telling the boy to fuck his wife all the way to the bottom of her pussy. He let out a loud groan and shot his load into her ass. The boy fucking you in the ass was right behind and crammed his dick in so far and hard until she filled your hole up with juices. At the hope that Rick and I would get y'all alone later, you pulled us off and lay you across our bodies. I thanked Rick for letting me fuck his wife again and hoped he really enjoyed your hot pussy. The third boy had been watching on the side and stroking his dick. Y'all motioned for him to come over and y'all took turns sucking his manhood so that he could relieve his self. He pulled out and shot his white juice all over your faces. Rachel started to lick it off of you while kissing your lips. Y'all tasted the cum together and bonded as affectionate lovers.

The boys left and said it was the best fucking they had ever had and told us we were so lucky to have such hot and willing wives. Little did they know you and I had only met two days before. We cleaned up again and put on our clothes and headed off to the Waffle House again for replenishment. We didn't know if the black dude would be there or not but we couldn't say anything as we had not told Rick that his wife and been with him. You girls wanted to sit next to each other so y'all could hold hands and be close to each other. The dude was there and he was friendly with us but didn't give our secret away. After eating, y'all excused yourselves to go to the little girl's room to pee. Rick and I were talking about how they loved sharing their bodies with us and were going over the details as men do. We didn't notice that the dude had left and gone to the bathroom or in fact the women's bathroom. Y'all were washing your hands when he came in and y'all hugged him like old friends. Y'all kissed him and pulled out his dick and gave him a few sucks on it and told him to put it back before y'all got into trouble and he got fired. He put the monster up much to Y'all regrets and kissed y'all quickly again and came back out. Y'all came out with smiles on your faces and sat next to each other again and kissed each other in front of us. We paid our bill and walked back to the hotel.

Her....We all went our separate ways for the night. Tomorrow was the last day and night we would be at the hotel. Conferences were over and everyone would be checking out the next morning and going home. You and I detoured to the beach for a bit, to walk and talk and stop and kiss and run our hands over each other. We decided to follow through with our plans to go out the next afternoon and evening for a nice dinner and some dancing. I told you I was setting up a surprise and that I hoped it worked out.

The next day went slowly. Everything was boring compared to our escapades together. I did happen to see the couple at lunch, and we laughed and talked like old friends. The husband was much more relaxed and appeared to be ready to get home and start a new life with his wife. He had fallen in love with her all over again.

Ah - there's who I was looking for: the girl I had met the first day who had been at the pool one evening when we went down there for drinks and to watch the sun go down. We talked a bit and I asked her what she is into, and if she would like to spend some time with us. She knew what I meant and said yes, of course, she would. This trip had been boring for her except for one night with a biker. We decided to meet up for some dancing after you and I had dinner.

We met at the end of the day, you in a great looking shirt and slacks, me in a sundress. We went for seafood and ate a leisurely dinner, talking and at times remembering the incredible sex. You reached over under the table and rubbed my leg with your foot, and then ran your hand up my leg to rub and stimulate. I laughed at your audacity but loved that you knew how to feel and stimulate a woman. I told you there was a surprise waiting for us at the nearby club. You lit up and laughed and kissed me.

When we arrived at the club, the music was compulsive and happy. We practically skipped to the dance floor. You laughed and held me and stepped away for some very sexy moves. I turned and moved up to you for a bit of dancing humping and you quickly (and stealthily) slid your hand first into the top of my dress and then under it. We danced with you holding my crotch just long enough for us to get truly hot.

After the second piece of music my friend from the pool arrived. She knew to come straight to us and did. She joined in the dance, so you had two women dancing and rubbing you and hunching you from the front and behind. It was great fun.

At the end of the evening we decided to get back to the hotel, so the three of us rambled along the beach to get there. The girl stayed with me since she wasn't sure of the protocol. We were in the moonlight and away from hotels and bars, so I reached over to pull her dress straps down and held her breasts. She responded by doing the same. She liked the stimulation of our kissing and holding our breasts together, so I then reached under her dress to finger her and hold her butt while we kissed. You were immediately inflamed.

You watched. I took her dress off and handed it to you. I took mine off and handed it to you. She and I then stepped into the water and began to fuck each other as only women can do. She liked having my fingers in her, but also rubbing her so that she might reach climax. She arched her back so I kissed her nipples and kept fingering her. I looked at you and you gave me a wonderful smile of thanks. She and I then lay down in the surf to continue kissing and finger fucking. It wasn't long before you came to me to rub and suck my body while I hovered over her. You sucked her breasts and said to both of us - let's go to the room.

After putting our dresses back on we practically ran to the room, each of us knowing what was to happen and what we wanted. I had set things up in your room the night before, hoping my plans would work out. The oil was ready, the booze was ready, and we were ready.

I let you decide how you wanted us - bed, couch, shower, floor, chair, balcony, whatever. You chose the couch to begin with. I got the oil, which you like, and spread it over your body, holding your dick and balls and caressing, adding more oil for your chest and stomach. While you watched I also oiled her, starting with her breasts, and I spent a lot of time rubbing the oil into her breasts. The nipples were hard and ready, and it was all you could do to not begin to suck on them. Slowly I oiled her stomach and then spread her legs for you, to rub oil and help her come right then. When she did, you inserted immediately to move in and out slowly. Her legs were spread at the edge of the couch so you could fuck her while on your knees. I came from behind to hold her breasts and hold your dick while you moved in and out. You sucked her breasts while I held them.

Once again, you pulled out, prolonging the action. You took our hands and led us to the bed. There, you placed us side by side and proceeded to fuck each of us, taking turns, a little at a time. She and I were kissing and fondling each other's breasts. You continued to prolong the action so we sat up and took turns sucking you, and taking your balls into our mouths.

At last, you lay down on the bed and she climbed on top to sit on your face while I kept sucking you. She then moved to sit on your dick and fuck you senseless. When you had come, she and I lay together to hold our breasts together and finger each other and kiss. You were half asleep.

Him....I awakened to see you kissing her goodbye at the door and you came back to bed and snuggled up to me with my back to you. You kissed on my back, neck and ears. At last we were alone and as good as wild fucking can be, it was great to have the quietness and darkness to just feel each other's skin touching without any sex involved. If you had touched me down there I am sure I would have gotten excited and wanted you again but no this was time for our emotions to come into play. You had been so great and it isn't often that you find someone as willing as you to help share your fantasy come true. We whispered to each other how happy we were and slowly drifted to sleep. We woke up the next morning and put our clothes together and prepared for the dreaded separation we knew would come much sooner than we desired. I put your stuff in my car and on the way to the airport we stopped for breakfast at a family diner. No Waffle House today to interfere with our last precious time together. We swapped email addresses and promised to write as soon as possible. When I let you out at the airport I felt I had just lost the best thing that had ever happened to me but perhaps someday in the future we could get a chance to hold each other again and feel this feeling again.




The Conference



As I pulled away and began to utter "Thank you." Alex lowered his head and kissed me. Softly, gently. I allowed him to kiss me once, twice, before returning his advance. Alex sighed, obviously releasing some pent-up tension then he kissed me again. This time more fully on the lips... his mouth open a bit more, his tongue caressing my lips just prior to our mouths molding together. He quietly pulled me towards him. I could feel my nipples pressing against my bra as our chests came together. As our bodies continued together his erection revealed his desires as it pushed against my abdomen.

Feeling his hardened lingam (yep the Tantric word for the male organs of sexuality) sandwiched between our pelvic regions served to rise the sensations in my own body to a new level. Only I knew at this point that my pussy (OK so we're beyond Tantric now and totally immersed in pure out and out lust) was echoing the wanton passion Alex was exhibiting in the bulge in his sweats. He embraced me again in one of those wonderful hugs that still warm today when I recall them. He kissed me and his hands began to explore my body. His touches were purposeful but not forceful... firm but not rough... I too began gently exploring his physique.

I so wanted to touch his lingam but chose to wait and not rush, but the thought was so ripe in my mind that without touching his penis I already knew how perfect it would feel in my hand. His hand glided over my breast, slowing as it passed relaying the aroused state of my nipples to his receptors. His other hand felt so wonderful as it held my ass and gently squeezed it. His gentle tugging opened my yoni enough to allow even more of my cream to ooze out... and one of his fingers was pressing lightly against me just between my anus and the entrance to my vagina... whether by accident or by design it felt delicious. My hands had been over his back and shoulders and pecs... his nipples were pressing through his t-shirt further betraying his arousal. My hand found its way to the front of his sweats.

I could feel his every moan rise through his body into his throat as I'm sure he could feel mine. Our lips were coated in saliva as were our necks and ears as we explored with our mouths what skin we could find. Alex slid a hand around to the front of my jeans then between my legs. I could feel the warmth of his hand I thought, though is was probably just my own heat I was generating down there being trapped more closely against my body. My hand began to travel slowly up and down the outside of his sweat pants following the outline of his shaft. I finally wrapped my hand around it and lightly held its directness, feeling it throb with anticipation. Our hips moved in response to the other person's caress. His hand held me and moved gently. He whispered into my ear "I want you Julie", then he stepped back, took my hand and led me to the bed. I could not resist. In fact had he not done so I may have taken the lead myself. He laid me on the bed with an assertiveness I had not seen in him. It was a welcomed assertiveness. It told me he was taking the lead in what was about to transpire and that was acceptable to me. It was always a part of my fantasy; the man being the lead, the director.

Alex stood above me and removed his shirt. I scanned his beautiful torso and longed to feel his flesh pressed against mine. My gaze could not stray long from the swelling behind his sweatpants. I longed to feel it in the flesh, to hold it in my hands, to have it pressed against my body, to savor its flavor, to allow it into me having it part my labia, slide against my inner walls and fill the void that so urgently needed its presence. I trembled with excitement and apprehension, the latter of which was quickly waning. My nipples pressed against my bra, and showed through my shirt. My underwear was dampening at the same rate my heart was pounding in my chest. He laid beside me and kissed my cheek. His hand following the contours of my body. His touch, was light but focused and centered and felt good... really good. I placed my hand on his chest and felt his nipple stiffen again under my palm. A sensitive man I thought. As I turned to meet his next kiss, his cock pressed against me through our clothes. With an arousingly slow urgency we continued to explore each others body and peel away our coverings. The first time he slid his hand into my underwear I twitched. So near orgasm was I that the feel of his finger slipping through my satiny love potion was near enough to bring me to that total pleasure. His fingers were magic and his mouth and tongue even better. And I loved the feel of his hardness in my hands. I rolled his testicles gently in fingers and felt his many moans even before I heard them. He slid down my body and out of my grasp. He lightly pinched my nipples in his teeth. Then caressed my breasts with his hands, his lips, his tongue, his face. His hands seemed to be everywhere. My body was so alive, my desires so heightened that as his hands passed over me they seemed to linger there as well.

My pussy, my thighs my ass were all coated in my juice as his hands glided through my crotch exploring my creases and folds and stimulating the nerve endings of my yoni and clitoris and anus as his fingers trailed over my trembling body. He continued to move down my body. I wanted to feel his cock slip into my mouth and onto my tongue. But Alex was my master at this moment. I felt some moisture on my hand and pulled it to my mouth. It was Alex's elixir he had deposited there while I had held him. The saltiness of his precum awakened my taste buds as I felt his warm breath caress my pussy. I sucked him from my finger half for the pleasure of his taste and half to suppress the moans that were rolling up to my throat from my clitoris. The burning, tingling sensation in my nipples had changed into a fervent hum. His tongue slid along the folds of my labia with the perfect pressure, the perfect tempo. He slid a finger inside and gently massaged my inner walls, spreading my nectar in the process. The emptiness that had filled my vagina now alternated with uncontrolled contractions and pulses as I approached an orgasm. He kissed my yoni, he lightly sucked my elixir from the gates to my vagina. His tongue lightly flicked over my most sensitive places.

It slid in and out of me as his fingers chased one another across and over and around my tingling clitoris. His tongue journeyed below my abyss and flicked over my anus awakening sensations I wasn't aware my body could transmit. He lowered my hips and returned his focus to my sopping wet, pulsing pussy. My hands had involuntarily been caressing my breasts and running through Alex's hair. My state of arousal heightened, my mind racing, my hips rolling. Alex sensed my eagerness as I knew he would. I was ready for him. I wanted his body pressed against mine. I wanted his firmness buried inside me. Alex kissed his way back up my trembling body. My scent filled the room.

Aromatherapy at its best. His weight pressing me into the bed, against him, but not crushing me, allowing to still move and participate in the dance we danced. He kissed me. I could taste my own sweetness on his lips as I felt his penis slide into my slippery canal. He filled me with his hard probe releasing the pressure he had so expertly built inside me. He gently slid in and out and around my sex with a exhilarating blend of force and passion and alliance. Our bodies matched each others rhythm. We kissed and held each other and moaned in unison. His body twitched once then convulsed as he released his serum into my cavity. I felt our blended warmth seeping out of me as his body finished its last few seizures of pleasure.

I had not orgasmed but was not unsatisfied. Alex slowly retracted his cock from my throbbing vagina. He pushed himself down the bed again and placed his hands under my buttocks. He supported me as his tongue returned to my dripping love cavity. He seemed to savour our mixed juices as he danced his tongue through my heated labia. My hips raised again on their own. A thumb slipped inside. Once again I felt the pleasure of having my love canal filled. He softly sucked my clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. I felt the first contractions around Alex's thumb and then a wave of release and spasms that caused tremors throughout my body and the bed. I settled into Alex's hands. He kissed me so caringly as my body returned to some sort of normal state.

We didn't make love again that night. We held each other for a long while and fell asleep wrapped together like some deformed pretzel.

The next morning was quite the rush. We both had early flights. It's a good thing Alex had phoned for his wakeup call before I had arrived. We parted with a kiss and one of those all encompassing hugs. We said we would meet again, but who knows. I would like to. But I suspect Alex will slowly become another component of my fantasy visitor and conferences, err, workshops will never be the same for me.



The Conference



I have always enjoyed overnight business trips but am not quite sure why. For some reason I enjoy spending the night in a hotel, eating dinner in a strange place, having a drink in a bar I do not know, and even using the tiny dwarf-like soaps and shampoo. For some people, being alone in a foreign environment is boring or even terrifying, not me. Thus, there was a bounce in my step as I parked my rental Camaro, pulled out my travel bags, and entered the lobby.

To be honest, this conference was not going to be a terror for anyone. This conference was located at the Disney Conference Center and my room in the beautiful Disneyland Pacific Hotel. It is hard to be gloomy when you see Donald Duck in the wallpaper, Goofy on the valet's tie and Mickey Mouse in the carpet. I quickly registered and found my room on the 9th floor with a window looking towards the funpark. 

After surveying the room, I found a radio station, and unpacked for my 2 night stay. I noticed a sushi bar downstairs, a lounge area with a big screen TV and several leather smoking chairs and tables and a California/Italian restaurant. The meetings started tomorrow morning @ 7 am, but tonight is mine...

* * * * *

A shower to wash off the road grime, a fresh pair of Levi's and I am ready to roll. I know what you are thinking, jeans at a nice hotel? Truth is, all I wear is jeans. In my closet hangs nearly 15 pairs of jeans at different levels of wear and color. I feel that I can go nearly everywhere with a nice collared shirt, belt, leather boots or Italian lace-ups, and jeans. It is my suit. Tonight, I chose a snug white ribbed t-shirt, black Doc Martin boots, black belt, and ... yes, faded blue Levis. Although, Southern California is known for it's warmth, tonight was in the low 50's (degree fahrenheit). My suit jacket is a black straight cut, heavy, leather jacket and my scent, Calvin Klein.

The lobby was filled with late arrivals all trying to find their rooms so they can sink down and watch a night of their favorite TV re-runs. I strolled through the lobby to the sushi bar. It was filled with, what appeared to be an entire Japanese conference. The place was loud and much too busy for I. Sushi tomorrow night. Not wanting to get back behind the wheel of my car, I decided to try out the California themed, Italian restaurant. It was bright, but quite large. There were mostly large groups of people dining together. Perhaps they were conference participants from the same area or a group of Mickey supporters. I was directed to a table suited for two and sat solo to watch the abnormal normality that filled the place. 

The pasta was a bit overcooked, but the warm bread and bottle of Ruffino Chianti Classico hit the spot. Feeling very content, but unready for sleep, I stop by the lounge. The lounge had no walls to separate it from the lobby. Instead, large rain forest-like plants rose upward blocking most of annoying hustle and bustle of walker-bys. There were a few people sitting around a large TV catching up on the latest headline news and a few others catching up on the latest headline gossip. A chose an aged port and a chair in partial view of the TV and the lobby. I sat in amusement of our society and sipped my drink. 

"Excuse me. Is that your paper?" 

In my silent gaze I had not even noticed the person standing to the side of me.

"May I read it?"

The voice spoke again. I diverted my eyes from the latest NBA scores which flashed across the distant screen, and focused on the lovely woman dressed in a knee length black skirt and a light colored sweater. 

"Please, help yourself. Actually, it is not mine."

Her smile was of sweet innocence. Her hair, the off color of blonde with lighter streaks of highlight. Her lips the softer version of cherry red and her natural length manicured nails matched perfectly.

"Thank you," was all she said as she sat on the couch to my right where the paper lay. She held a glass of what appeared to be white zin and a small leather purse. She placed both of them on the small table in front of us and proceeded to browse the paper. I wanted to start conversation, but did not want to come off as aggressive. Besides, she may be here with family, boyfriend, her children. I decided to act cool and continue to sip my port and stare at the TV. 

My eyes, however, could not avert from the bare legs that were crossed ever so discreetly. Her lightly tanned and toned calves ended with a pair black leather strapped heels. I noticed her polished toes were a perfect match of that soft cherry red and her shoes the same color and texture of her handbag. I imagined her panties and bra to be a match set as well. 100 to 1 odds, Victoria's Secret.

My secret gaze was interrupted by the waitress who questioned our thirst. I ordered another port and a short double espresso. 

"Would you care for anything else?" My question aimed at the beautiful stranger.

"Yes, please. Another of the same please."

Polite, I thought. Too polite. She is not interested in my jeans nor any other pants tonight, I thought. A few minutes later our drinks arrived and as I assumed I would pay for hers too, she reached in her purse and pulled out her own cash. Silent, classy, polite, and pays her own. I am done for the night. Well at least I have my TV. 

"I do not know how you are going to sleep tonight after that double espresso. A single shot with milk keeps me going all day long."

She spoke. I looked over to see her briefly set down her paper and reach for her glass. 

"Well, I think I have built up a resistance. Plus this port will help even the score." I smiled. She smiled. "My name is Ryan."

"Nice to meet you Ryan. I'm Genie. Thank you for the use of your paper. If you excuse me, I believe it is time for me to get some sleep. Perhaps, I will see tomorrow."

"Yes. Goodnight." I could take my eyes off of her as she walked away. I knew she would be in my dreams tonight. In fact, those dream fantasies were already starting to build right then. Just for the hell of it, I got up and looked around the corner to the elevator. She got in and the doors closed. The digital number above the doors rose. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8. Eighth floor. She was sleeping just below me. I just wish she was right under me! I went back, downed my now cool coffee, dropped a tip, and left with my port. My mind was filled with erotic images of the sexy stranger. My pants became a bit tighter as the thoughts became more vivid. Hiding my erection with my jacket, I retired to my room.

* * * * *

Perhaps she was right. I did not feel the least bit tired. I tossed my jacket on the bed, turned on the radio and sat in the chair that looked out the window. The night was silent from inside these walls. The radio played a song from several years prior. The Cranberries, I think. The sultry vocals gave way to erotic visions of the woman who slept just one floor down. I saw her undressing. Her creme cotton sweater swept up over her head revealing a similar colored lace bra. Her breasts filled the bra and spilled out a bit over the top of the sexy lace. She reaches around the back of her tightly fitted skirt and with a slow zip and an even slower time, the skirt falls to the floor. She steps out of the circle of fabric and stands clad only in her lace string thong, matching bra and sexy black heels. She looks up to me, opens her lips and... "Hey this Auto Al here and I must get rid of all these cars!" I hate commercials.

Restless, I decide to go out and find the soda machine. I am not much of a soda drinker, but sometimes they also stock the machines with bottled water. I grabbed my jacket and keys and strolled down the hall. I found the machine next to the stairs and yes they had water. I pulled out a dollar bill and a thought went through my mind. 'I wonder if Genie is thirsty too?' I looked to the stairs and quickly found myself walking down one flight. 

OK, so the plan was that if I see her, I am just looking for the soda machine because mine is out of water. Good plan. I walked slowly down the hallway, past dirty room service dishes, do not disturb signs, and various sounds of TV entertainment. When I had reached the end, I sighed and thought to myself what a silly scheme. A grown man playing spy games and looking for a damsel in distress. I turned to make my way back and heard a rustle near the stairs. Next to the soda machine was the ice maker and bending forward, reaching down into the pit of ice was a woman dressed in a slinky silk robe that ended just below the curve of her rear. As she reached in deeper with her ice bucket, the robe rose up revealing a round firm bare bun. I stopped. Should I pretend I did not see? Should I look away? Should I speak? Before I could reach any decision, she stood up and turned around with her bounty of ice. It was her.

"Are you mining for ice in there?" An attempt of an 'ice breaker' if you will.

"It seems as if everyone knew I needed ice, and all came down to empty the machine before I could. And you? I told you espresso will keep you up." 

"Well maybe a little. I was just looking for some water. The machine upstairs was out, so..."

"So you decided to sneak up on women in their robes running around in the halls searching for ice?"

"Well you caught me. But this is my first time offense, can you let me go with a warning." We stood there smiling at each other for what seemed like minutes, but what passed as only a few seconds.

"I, on the other hand, had no coffee and I still can not sleep. Would you care to join me for water and the local news?"

"Sure." I stepped to the machine and got two bottles of water. Then followed her two doors down to her room. As I followed behind her, I noticed she wore nothing under her thin silk robe. I was in awe of what was happening and as I closed the door behind me, my heart raced with excitement.

* * * * *

Our rooms were exactly the same, yet hers smelled like spring flowers. The bed covers were pulled back and the sheets looked as if they had been kicked off. There was just one bed. One big king-sized bed. Next to the window, just as in mine was a small table and two chairs. One of the chairs was covered with the sweater and skirt she had been wearing earlier. She set the ice on the table.

"I'll get the glasses"

She turned towards the bath area leaving me standing in the middle of the room. Not sure of my next move, I decided that acting casual has got me this far, why change. I removed my coat and took a seat in the empty chair. The TV was on and the volume nearly too low to hear. I noticed more noise came from the bathroom. Clicking, clanking... cleaning up, no doubt. Under the table, I stepped on her shoe. Kneeling down to move her heel I find my answer. Yes, they were Victoria Secret and they were lace. The color was not off white as I had imagined, but a soft purple, liliac I believe it is called. I reached down to pick them up. The soft material, was no match for the sexy scent the still held. The panties shown a thin line of wettness running along the crotch area. I hoped that I was the reason for that. 

"OK, so I was in a hurry to get into bed. I am not really a slob."

She startled me. I felt my face turn red as I dropped the undergarments. She saw my embarrassment and smiled.

"Wow, I would not of guessed an attractive man to get so embarrassed. Certainly you have seen your share of panties."

"Well not usually am holding a strangers lingerie as she enters the room. Sorry."

"Don't be. I should not left them there." She placed two glasses on the table and a can of Sprite. Then picked up her clothes and shoes and tossed them into the closet. "I prefer soda instead of water. I think I need the bubbles after that horrible wine." She put three ice cubes into her glass, popped open the can, poured the fizzy drink to the rim of the glass and took a seat in the remaining chair. I poured my water into the glass, no ice. "Cheers. To late night thirst." She held up her clear soda. 

"Cheers," I said, and gently tapped her glass to mine. As she sat in the chair, her robe fell open just a bit just enough to show the curve of her breast. Sitting across from her, I was getting very aroused and tried not to stare. She seemed even more casual than I, like we were old friends. The weather report came on and she got up and moved to the bed. Picking up the remote hidden among the sheets she turned up the volume and took a seat on the bed.

"Let's see if we are going to get some sunshine tomorrow. I do not want to have to walk to the conference center in the rain."

"Sun is always good," I said it, but had no idea what I was talking about. This woman had me flustered. I tried watching the TV, but found myself looking out the corner of my eye at her. Her smooth leg dropped down to the floor, while the other bent under her. Her toes touched the carpet as she slowly swung her leg back and forth. Such beauty. 

"Mostly sunny? What the hell does that mean?"

"I think it means that they have no idea, but it could be sunny and cloudy. Didn't you know that most weather men are political science majors?"

She laughed, as she got up and reached for her drink. As she stood the robe became very loose and as she reached out it opened. There she stood, right in front of me with a narrow opening of nakedness straight down the front of her. She seemed not to notice as she proceeded to sip from her glass. As she lifted her arm to drink, it all became clear. Her robe opened revealing all her charms. Her smoothly shaven pussy stood at eye level. Her thighs parted slightly shown this was no accident, as small droplets rolled down her leg. She had been turned on by walking around in front of me. I slowly held out my fingers and caught some of her liquid excitement. She put down her glass and looked into my eyes. I held up my hand and licked her juices from my fingers. "Much better than my water." I stood up, our eyes never losing contact, took her in my arms and placed my lips on hers. Electricity. Sparks. Pure energy is what I felt as we kissed. Not hurried. No rush. Just a slow, sensual long kiss. I knew this was going to be a night to remember!

* * * * *

A kiss that never stopped, our skin never parted. My lips moved from her own slowly, tenderly down her cheek, behind her delicate ear, down to the soft, smooth base of her neck. A moan escapes her lips and her lungs expand as her breath quickens. Her hands roll down my sides. with one hand she cuddles my bulge with her palm and traces the outline with her fingers. Her other hand finds the button of my jeans, then my zipper. Her nails gently scrape my stomach as she reaches into my briefs and pulls out my engorged penis. 

I continue to attack her senses by sucking lightly on her neck, then roll my tongue over and kiss her softly. Her moans become louder and more frequent as she moves her body closer and with both hands, guides my 7 1/2 inches to her waiting pussy. Using my tool like a toy, she rubs it through her parting lips and over her clitoris. As it slides back and forth, you could hear the sound of her juices flowing over my penis. Suddenly she stops and reaches up with one hand to my cheek. I look her in the eyes. I feel her fingers, wet upon my face. She touches her sticky fingers to my lips. I reach my tongue out to taste her sweetness. Unbelievable, like honey. 

"Take your clothes off... slowly." Her words, to the point but did not seem forceful. As I reached down to untie my boots, she turned off the TV and turned on the radio. The station was playing a country tune, she rolled the dial and found a blues/jazz number. It seemed surreal with the sax playing, me talking off my shoes, and a beautiful woman in a robe waiting for me. I looked up to confirm this was no dream. Genie lay on the bed, the robe open displaying her body. Her eyes watched as I disrobed. As I pulled my pants off, she palmed her breasts and pushed them together.

"I hope you like these. I want you to suck my nipples." Her hands left her tits and found her pussy. She opened her legs and displayed her clean shaven pussy. Using her fingers she opened her lips showing me her pink wet clit and soft pussy walls. "I want your face right here. I want to come on your face as you lick my clit."

I pulled my shirt off and finally reached down to disrobe my Calvin's. There I stood, naked, with my erect pole sticking straight out with a drop of pre-cum dripping from the tip. 

Genie crawled over to the edge of the bed, reached out to grab my cock, and pulled it to her lips. "Can I have this?" 

Before I can say, "it is all yours" she has flicked her tongue out to capture the drop of liquid and then devours my shaft. I feel her tongue swirl around my head, the suction tugging at my skin. The sensation was fantastic. I could not move for a moment, taken back with the feeling. I look down, resting her knees on the bed, back arched forward, hands cupping my balls. She pulls it out of her mouth, but her lips continue their suction down my shaft. Her tongue darts out at my balls before she sucks both of them in her mouth. she release my balls and continues with my penis in her mouth.

I place my hands on her back and caress down to her rear. My hand slides between her cheeks and down her crack. I reach as far as I can, my fingers brush across her anus and finds her the rim of her slick hole. I dip my finger into her wetness and pull it up to taste her. "Oh, yum, I need to taste you too." She releases her hold on my cock and lays back onto the bed. I place my body on top of hers and between her legs. I kiss her passionately once on the lips, once on the cheek, once on the neck, once on the shoulder, until finally my lips find the dark pink circles at the peak of her breasts. I pull her nipples and suck gently as I use my hands to caress her. 

"Yes, that is it." Words escaped her mouth between a series of moans and sighs. "Now my pussy. Please lick my pussy. You feel so good, I want to come!" With that I trailed my tongue down her abs and nestled between her shaven labia. "Yes!" She screamed out, her body shakes and jumps. Her first orgasm and I have just begun to eat her sex. She pulls her legs up and parts her legs wide. My tongue dives into her pussy. Using my tongue like a small penis, I thrust in and out pulling as much of juice into my mouth as I can. Her sticky sweetness covers my mouth, my chin, and a bit of my nose as I continue to lick, suck and probe her sex. Her breathing sounds like a marathon runner With only a few words of encouragement. My tongue glides over her clit and sends a shudder over her body. She moves her hips up and down, which slides my tongue across the length of her pussy. "Oh yes!" She continues her movements, her breathing sounding more and more rapid. I know she is close to another orgasm and reach further down finding her tight little butthole. She stopped with her hips up and my tongue resting on her anus. I flick left and right. "Yes, yes!" Up and down I lick, until I part her skin-hole, my saliva coated tongue dipping into her most private areas. "Oh my God! Yes! YES!!!" Her body shook violently and she pulled me up to kiss me. 

She wraps one arm around me and with the other arm reaches down between us. "Please, put it inside me." She does not wait for a reply and grabs my fully erect cock. "Please fuck me. Fuck me hard!" With that she guides me into her wet, warm pussy. 

"Oh God you feel damn good!" The only words I could think of and it was fact. She was very wet, but I could feel her muscles pulling at my dick. I dove in half way, then repositioned myself so I could get every inch into her wanting hole. Her hands holding on to my back and neck, I pull out briefly, then fill her with my entire length. A gasp escapes her lips, head thrown back, body goes stiff and still. I do not move in fear that I had hurt her, which occasionally happens. 




The Conference



Background Note: My name is J.C., and I'm a 40-something woman living in a major city on the east coast of the United States. I am a senior executive at a major healthcare company, so I have to be discreet. Several years ago, my marriage ended suddenly for reasons I don't want to go into here. Up until then, I had a very conventional, monogamous, "vanilla" sex life. For some reason, the end of my marriage triggered a sexual awakening in me. Over the past year or so, I have embarked on a series of adventures that have profoundly changed me and my view of myself as a sexual person. In short, I have done things I never dreamed of doing, and have loved every minute of it. I've decided to share my stories with you readers. I hope you enjoy them, and that they inspire you to fulfill your own secret fantasies. 

The Conference

Indianapolis! Of all the places to have a major healthcare conference. And in the middle of winter too. I guess Miami, New Orleans, and Las Vegas were all booked (ha ha). I was anticipating three days of snow, ice and boredom, but it was an important conference so I had to go. No one else from my office was going, but I would have one friend there who I will call Katie. "Katie" was in her late 20s. She was a rising star at her company, a competitor of ours in another state. I'd known her informally for several years, mostly through meetings like this one. She was really smart and fun to be around, so I always looked forward to seeing her. 

Our schedules didn't allow us to get together the first day of the conference, but we were finally able to meet for a drink at the hotel bar on the second day. After some chitchat and industry gossip, the topic of conversation inevitably turned to how bored we were, and how much we missed being at home. 

"These conferences are really a pain," she said. "My boyfriend is going to a wedding in Napa Valley this weekend, and I could be there with him. Instead I'm stuck here."

I thought to myself that I wouldn't mind a romantic weekend in Napa Valley with a good-looking young man, but I let that thought pass. "I know, but it's part of the deal. You have to show up and network. Maybe we'll even learn something at one of the sessions."

"Yeah, right – like new FDA regulations for antidepressant advertising. That's really thrilling stuff."

"OK, but the networking is important. Are you going to the sponsor's banquet tonight?"

"Yes, I'm going. Can't decide what I'm looking forward to more – the overcooked chicken or the overcooked salmon. Hopefully, the CEO's remarks won't go on for too long and I can get back to my hotel room by 8:00. There's a movie on I'd like to see that my boyfriend won't watch with me." 

I had seen that listing too. I thought to myself that we must be bored if we were both checking the TV guide in the morning! The movie was a romantic story about two young lovers. It got really good reviews, but Katie was right – it wasn't that appealing for men. "Why don't we watch it together?" I said, "It'll be girl's night in – we'll put on our PJs, and I've got a bottle of chardonnay stashed in my room."

"Best offer I've heard all week. I'll see you at 8:00 or so – whenever I can escape."

When I got back from dinner, I took a quick shower and changed into my pajama bottoms and a tank top. I was a little concerned that Katie would think I was a slob, but I didn't really worry about it. After all, it was girl's night! I poured myself a glass of wine and settled down in front of the TV. 

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. It was Katie. "Sorry I'm late," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek, "I wanted to freshen up after that long day."

Katie was wearing the long terrycloth robe that comes with the room. It struck me as odd. I would never have walked around a hotel wearing a robe, especially with so many people that know me around. I figured younger people were less uptight about that sort of thing.

Little did I know. "Make yourself comfortable," I said. "I'll find the movie." Katie got herself a glass of wine and came over to join me on the coach. As she walked over, she took off the robe to reveal that her "PJs" consisted of a tiny pair of white panties and a skintight white camisole that ended above her belly button. "You DID say it was girl's night," she giggled as she sat down.

I couldn't help but notice that Katie had a really amazing body. Personally, I'm in great shape (if I do say so myself). I'm a marathon runner and a gym fanatic. Particularly after my divorce, I make a point of being in top shape at all times. I have long, natural red hair, and full, natural 36 C breasts that have always been a source of pride for me. I'm always very careful about my hygiene, and keep my pussy neatly trimmed but not bare, so you can tell that the "carpet matches the drapes." But Katie looked like she could be a swimsuit model. She had long, thick, luxurious brown hair and smoky brown eyes. She was thin, but very curvy, with full breasts and ass. Her exposed tummy looked like you could bounce quarters off it. "Her boyfriend is a lucky guy," I thought. 

The movie lived up to its billing. The star-crossed lovers were both really attractive, and the plot made me think fondly about my past relationships. It had been a while since I had been with anyone, so I admit that I got a little horny as well. I wasn't the only one. We had been mostly quiet during the movie, sipping our wine and lost in our own thoughts, so I was surprised when I looked over at Katie as the credits rolled by and saw that she was absent-mindedly stroking her pussy through her panties. As her outfit left little to the imagination, I could also see that her nipples were hard. "She really does miss her boyfriend," I thought.

As I said before, my sex life up until then was that of a typical monogamous married couple. We had some good times when we were young, but gradually it settled into a comfortable, predictable routine. Frankly, I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about sex – I enjoyed it when I had it, and that was about it. I never thought about being unfaithful, and I certainly never thought about sex with a woman. All that was about to change.

What happened next was pretty surreal for me. I honestly felt like I was outside my body watching myself, because I had never done anything like this in my life. I slid over to Katie on the couch and put my arm around her. "Wow – it looks like this movie really makes you miss your boyfriend," I whispered to her.

Katie was pretty embarrassed. She had clearly forgotten that she wasn't alone. She jerked her hand out of her crotch and pulled away from me. "I...I...wasn't thinking," she stammered. 

"That's OK," I whispered to her, stroking her shoulder as I pulled her back toward me, "the movie made me horny too. Maybe we can help each other out." With that, I started kissing her cheek and neck. 

"But...but...I've never...I mean...I don't know what to do."

I didn't either, but that wasn't going to stop me now. I wanted sex, and I wanted Katie, and I was going through with it no matter what. "I think we can figure it out," I whispered. I kissed her on the lips and moved my hand from her shoulder to her tit.

I had never felt another woman's tit before. Let me tell you, it's nothing like feeling your own. It's hard to explain – it's just more alive I guess, responding to your touch. And Katie was very responsive! Her nipples were already erect, but as I started stroking them through the thin fabric of her top, they seemed to grow even bigger and Katie started to breathe heavily and moan a little under her breath. In no time I pulled the camisole over her head and began licking and sucking her nipples. The moaning grew louder and Katie started to squirm. 

I admit that I was fascinated with Katie's tits. They were smaller than mine, very firm and toned. Her areolas were dark, perfect circles. Since I am pale complexioned, the contrast was very exciting to me. I pulled off my own top and started rubbing my tits against Katie's. By now, I was breathing heavily and squirming a bit myself. 

Katie might have been inexperienced with women, but she wasn't a prude. She began fondling and sucking my tits, and soon I felt her hand undoing the drawstring of my pajama bottoms. I wriggled them off. I never wear panties to bed, so I was fully naked now. Katie still had her tiny white panties on, which I really liked. I decided to leave them on for a while. They seemed to be getting a little damp in front, so I figured her pussy needed some attention. I started stroking her pussy through her panties, feeling the outlines of her labia and clit. The moaning grew louder and her hips started to thrust forward insistently. Within a minute or two, I felt her stiffen as she screamed out loud. She had come. 

In terms of orgasms, I've always been a "one and done" kind of gal – it takes me a while to reach my climax, but when I do, it's very intense, and that's usually it for me. I have read about so-called multiple orgasms in magazines like Cosmo, but I never really believed it. So when Katie came, I instinctively pulled back, assuming we'd cuddle for a while. Much to my surprise, Katie's orgasm just seemed to increase her excitement. She pulled her panties off (I noted the very nicely trimmed dark bush approvingly) and began eagerly caressing me all over my body. 

"You have such an awesome body," she said, "I'm sooo jealous of you."

"Are you kidding? You look like a bikini model. I'm just a middle aged gal who works out a lot."

"No way. Your tits are perfect. I love how big and full they are. And your red hair. And don't even get me started on your beautiful ass. I'd give anything for your body."

"You can have it for free," I said as she squeezed my ass while sucking on my tits. Her other hand worked its way down to my Mons Pubis and rubbed it in a slow circular motion, which drove me crazy. Without thinking about it, I started guiding her head down to my crotch. 

"I...I'm not sure how to do it right," she whispered embarrassedly. 

"I get the feeling you're going to do fine," I said as I guided her head downward while opening my legs to give her room. As my pussy reached her eye level, she stared at it in fascination. 

"It's so beautiful," she said. 

"It's all for you," I replied.

She slowly inserted a finger my wet, open pussy and started moving it in and out. My hips started moving in rhythm with her thrusts. "Put another finger in," I directed. She eagerly complied. I was really enjoying this. It had been a long time since anyone but me had touched down there. "Now use your tongue." And she started licking my clit. 

Now I've received my share of oral sex in my day, and I've always liked it. My husband was quite good at it, and could reliably get me off with his tongue. However, Katie took it to the next level. Her tongue was smaller and more gentle than a man's, and she seemed to instinctively know where to put it – my clit, my labia, my thighs, my pubis – it was like she was reading my mind. Unlike the men I've been with, she wasn't in a hurry. She seemed content to stay down there all night, licking, kissing, and fondling me. And that was fine with me.

Except that my body had other ideas. As Katie worked on my nether regions, I grew more and more excited. I'm always a bit loud during sex, so I started screaming to her.

"Yes...yes...yes...fuck me...fuck my pussy...yes... yes...YES!"

And with that I came. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I felt too weak to stand. All I could do was collapse into Katie's arms. We lay there on the couch together for a while, hugging and stroking each other. After the wine and the intense session with Katie, I was feeling a bit sleepy. But I had forgotten that people Katie's age don't get tired. She stood up, took my hand, and started guiding me from the couch.

"C'mon," she said, "let's go to bed."

As I followed her over to the bed, I thought that this meeting wasn't going to be boring after all.

THE END

The stories of the sexual awakening of J.C. will continue...



The Conference



I met Joe at the first night of the conference. There was food served in the exhibit hall, and Joe and I shared one of those small tables that is only big enough for two. It was one of those events where servers wander through the crowd with small appetizers. As a result, we didn't have to get up and move around, so we sat chatting for about an hour. 

After chatting for a bit, we learned that, although we were from different parts of the country, we had a lot in common: we were both married with teenage children -- he had three boys, and I had a boy and a girl -- we were of a similar age and of course we were in the same line of work, hence the both of us being at the conference. (I don't want to say what line of work we're in, or even what city the conference was in -- I just can't stand the thought of anyone I know reading this and thinking that it might be me.) Oh -- and we also seemed to share the same taste in women: there were more than a few attractive and well-dressed women at the conference, and we enjoyed pointing them out to each other and making some quiet, suggestive remarks and jokes to each other.

The evening wore down; we parted company and I made my way back to my hotel room, to do what I often do when I'm travelling: get naked, surf porn on my laptop, and jerk off. I did all three of those things, and, since I like to get up early, had an early night of it and went to bed.

The next morning, I put on shorts and a t-shirt, and headed down to the fitness centre in the hotel. It was quite early -- about 5 am, and I didn't expect there to be too many people there working out. As I entered the room, there was Joe, just getting on the treadmill.

"Hey, good morning" I said. "I see you like the early morning workout too."

Joe smiled back at me. "Yeah," he said. "I like to earn my breakfast first. Then I can reward myself."

I smiled to myself at that. When I`m travelling, I too like to earn things in the morning -- I tell myself that after my workout, I can reward myself with a nice jerkoff session. I do whatever I can to keep me motivated for my personal fitness program. I hopped on the treadmill beside Joe.

We didn't say much to each other during the workout. We both appeared to be running at similar intensities, and we both worked up a good sweat. We had both set our timers for 30 minutes, so we both started our cool downs at about the same time too. We exchanged some more small talk as we grabbed some water from the cooler, and then headed out, back to our rooms.

In the hallway, Joe reached for the elevator button.

"Hold on there," I said. "We have to take the stairs. Taking the elevator after a workout just isn't right."

Joe looked at me. "What floor are you on?" He asked me.

"Twenty two," I replied. "What floor are you on?"

"Eighteen." He paused, looking at me. "Okay, let's go."

With that we went to the other side of the hallway, and started up the stairs. We were walking, not running, and it really wasn't that hard -- just a bit more of a cool down really.

"Do you always take the stairs after a workout?" Joe asked me.

"Usually," I replied. "I think I've gone as high as 28 floors. But it's not as bad as it sounds. Usually, there's no 13th floor." I gave Joe a bit of a grin with that.

"Uh huh. So do you go through another 30 minute workout when you get back to your room? A hundred situps, perhaps?" Joe teased back at me.

I smiled at that. "Well, usually I take a break in front of my laptop, surfing the web, stuff like that."

"You don't start doing work, do you?" Joe asked.

"No," I answered. "It's all me time." I couldn't help smiling again. I was already looking forward to jacking off in front of some fresh porn.

"Oh," Joe replied. "Me time. I suppose that means surfing porn."

I turned to face Joe. He was smiling, but then turned away, looking embarrassed. He sped up a little bit on the stairs, to get ahead of me, by just one step. We were at 12.

Since that was exactly what I meant, I couldn't be mad. I gave a chuckle. "Well, OK, I admit it. When I'm on the road, all alone in my room, with some time on my hands... yeah, I plan to find some fresh porn. And play with myself." Shit, I thought. I can't believe I just told a guy that I'm planning to start jerking off in less than five minutes.

Joe stopped on the stairs and looked back at me. I stopped too. We looked at each other; this time I turned away and moved ahead of him. 

"Yeah," I heard Joe say behind me. "That's what I'm planning on doing too."

I turned back to face him. Joe was grinning as we kept going up the stairs. At the 16th floor now I noticed. I grinned back at him. "It's not so unusual, is it?" I asked. "But it seems a little weird to admit it."

Seventeen now. One more floor to Joe's room. "Hell," Joe said, "I usually don't even tell my wife about when I jerk off." 

"Me neither" I said. "It's strange, isn't it? I love it when she tells me about playing with herself. And she doesn't have a problem with me jerking off... I even do it in front of her once in a while. I don't know."

We were at 18 now. Joe's floor. He pulled the door open. "Well," he said, "here's where I get off." He stopped, and looked embarrassed again. "I mean..." he started.

I laughed. "I know exactly what you meant."

"Uh," he said, "... do you want to come in for a coffee... maybe we can ... I don't know ... share some of our favourite sites or something..." Joe looked embarrassed again. "Never mind," he said, turning to go into the hallway.

"Sure," I said. "I'd love a cup of that fabulous in-room complimentary coffee."

"Great," said Joe. And with that he led the way down the hallway to his room. Joe used his keycard to open the room. We entered the room -- it looked just like mine, complete with a laptop open at the desk. Joe tended to the coffee machine, and I went over to his laptop.

"Do you mind?" I asked, pointing to his laptop.

"No, go ahead" he said. "Bring up some of your favourite porn." We were obviously starting to get comfortable with the idea of two guys watching porn together.

I did just that. I brought up a site that was based on amateur, user-submitted sites. Joe, having started the coffee, came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. "What have you got?" he asked.

"I like this one," I replied. "It's an amateur site, and it's real people. They post pics from inside their own home... I don't know; I just like looking at real people enjoying themselves more than actors."

"Cool," said Joe. We brought up a couple of postings. Milfs, and straight sex, but we could see that there were all kinds of options... gay, solo, lingerie, cross-dressing... You could see that lots of people didn't want to show their faces, but that didn't detract from it at all.

"That would be so cool to post pics on-line, and think about the people looking at you. Have you ever posted anything yourself?" Joe asked.

I hesitated. I had, but I didn't know if I wanted to admit it. Joe sensed something was up.

"You have, haven't you?" Joe said. I kept my mouth shut, but smiled.

"Come on," said Joe. "Show me your posts."

"I don't know," I said. "I'd feel a little embarrassed."

"Come on, you've let the whole world see. Why not me?"

I couldn't help it: my cock was starting to tent up in my shorts. I thought about rearranging myself to try to hide it, but I knew that would just draw attention to it. That's when I glanced at Joe's waist: he was tenting up too! Fuck it, I thought, and I brought up my posting page.

I had four separate posts. The first one was titled "in my hotel." Joe leaned over me, took the mouse and opened up that page. There were five pictures of me: I was on a bed, naked (and shaved), playing with my hard cock. Joe scrolled through the pictures.

"Wow," he said. "You've got quite the hardon there!"

I didn't know if he meant right now or in the pictures. Because it was both. I reached into my shorts and adjusted myself. 

"Uh, yeah," I said, "I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist." I glanced at Joe's crotch again. He was definitely harder. 

The next post was a video of me jacking off, and Joe brought that one up. We both watched as I jerked off. The video was less than a minute long, and after I came on my belly and hand, I licked some of the cum off of my hand. You couldn't see my face, but you could see that that was what I was doing.

"Fuck!" said Joe. "That was great." He scrolled down to some of the comments that had been posted. "And look at these comments! People loved seeing you cumming and then licking it up."

I was feeling a bit embarrassed again. "Yeah, I don't really do that so often, but when I was videoing it, I just felt like doing that, knowing people would be seeing it."

Then we moved on to the next posting. This was the one I wasn't looking forward to sharing so much. It was titled "My wife was out..." and it had pictures of me wearing a black lace teddy. Joe brought up the first picture -- I was sitting on my couch (again my face wasn't showing) and the teddy was covering my cock. In the next picture, my hard cock was poking out from the crotch of the teddy. There were about eight poses, some showing my butt, some showing my cock. I looked pretty good, I have to say.

"Holy shit!" said Joe. "Does your wife know you wear her lingerie?"

"Well," I said, "she kind of does. Actually, we bought that one together. Sometimes we go to thrift stores and buy lingerie there. When we bought that one, it was for me. We bought that when we were on a weekend away. We took it back to the hotel room, she put on a purple thing that we bought, I put on that one and we fucked like crazy. The neat thing about it is that it only cost a couple of bucks, so we don't mind if we rip it or cum all over it. And when I put it on I can't help thinking that it used to be owned by some woman, who no doubt got fucked while she was wearing it too!"

"Wow," said Joe. He was rubbing his crotch through his shorts now, and I realized that I was too. "I can't believe it." He hesitated. "You know, I've done that too. Bought lingerie at a second-hand store. I feel so self-conscious when I do it though."

"Yeah, me too," I said. "That's why I only do it when I'm out of town. Maybe the sales lady thinks I'm getting it for myself, maybe she doesn't. In a way, I kind of hope she does. Makes it even hotter for me."

"Yeah, uh..." Joe hesitated again. Then he went to one of the drawers, opened it, and pulled out a green, silky item, and held it up. It was another teddy. "Actually, I've done that too. Shopped at second-hand stores. I bought this one on this trip." He was looking kind of embarrassed, but his cock looked like it was trying to explode out of his shorts.

"I go in there and I am in so much of a hurry... I bought this one, and it was actually too small for me." He hesitated again. "It might fit you though."

I was taken aback for a moment. "You want me to try it on?" I asked.

"Uh, well, uh... I thought maybe you might..." Joe was getting flustered. So was I, but I was also getting incredibly horny. What the fuck, I thought.

"Sure, give it to me," I said. And I took it and went into the bathroom to change.

I dumped my clothes on the bathroom floor and put it on. As I was about to put it on, I noticed the tell-tale stains of cum on the belly of the teddy. I paused for an instant, then ran my fingers over the cum stain. Well, I thought, maybe he couldn't put it on, but that didn't stop him from jacking off on it. The thought got me even hornier, if that was possible. It was a tight fit -- just the way I liked it -- and you could see the outline of my hard cock underneath it. A wet spot was showing through at the tip of my cock from the pre-cum. I was leaking a lot of pre-cum.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The sides were cut high, exposing my butt cheeks. The crotch was narrow: one testicle was showing on either side from the front, and on the rear it rode inside my butt cheeks. I looked slutty and awesome and I loved it.

I opened the door, a bit nervously. It was one thing to dress up for my wife, but for another guy?

"Wow," Joe said. "That looks so hot."

"Thanks," I said, running my hands up and down my sides, then over my cock. "I feel kind of sexy and pretty and slutty... but I found something..." and I ran my hands over my belly. "Is this a cum stain? Did you cum on this already?" I rubbed my fingers over the cum stain and then brought my fingers up to lips, and licked them. God, I was being so slutty!

"Yeah," he said. "Sorry, but..."

"That's okay," I said. "I have a feeling we're going to get a lot more cum on these pretty quickly." And with that I reached over to him and put my hand on his cock, outside of his shorts. Joe moaned, and put his hands around me. That was all the encouragement I needed.

"I'm such a slut," I said, as I kneeled down in front of Joe. "Let's take these clothes off." And I pulled his shorts down, revealing his hard, shaved cock. "mmm..." I said, then I put his cock in my mouth. I had never done anything like this before, but it felt so natural, and fucking awesome. I played with his cock with my mouth some more and then stood up.

"Let's get the rest of these clothes off," I said, and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. I rubbed his chest with my hands, and then rubbed my body against his. My green silk teddy was between us, and it felt so nice rubbing our bodies together. Our cocks rubbed together, with the silk between us. Delicious! 

He was only wearing his socks. Men look a little ridiculous wearing only socks, so they were coming off next. "Let's take your socks off," I said, and moved him over to the couch, and sat him down in it. I turned my back to him, sat down on his lap, and leaned down to reach for his feet. As I did so, I pushed by ass up against his cock and hips, the bare skin of my butt rubbing against him. Joe's hand came to my sides, rubbing me up and down. I pulled off one sock, and sat up. As I did so, Joe's hands came forward to my cock, rubbing it through the silk. God, that felt so good! I leaned forward again, pushed my butt back against him, and pulled off the other sock.

I stood up and faced Joe. My crotch was at his eye level, and he was staring at it. "Stand up," I said, and held out my hands to him. Joe took my hands, and I helped him up. We stood facing each other, and then hugged ourselves tightly together, rubbing our bodies together as hard as we could. I put my arms around his back, and Joe's hands grabbed my ass and pulled our hips together, and we rubbed against each other.

But I wanted something else. I broke our embrace and pushed ourselves apart. Giving Joe a smile I got down on my knees in front of him, took his hard cock in my hands and put it in my mouth. I had never given a guy a blowjob before, but I was determined to do it now. I put that cock in my mouth, jerked it with one hand, and put the other hand on his butt. 

Joe started moaning, and I looked up at him and said "cum for me. I want this sexy teddy covered in cum." And I put my mouth back on his cock. 

"Oh, yeah," Joe was saying, over and over. I knew he was close, and soon I felt a spurt of cum in my mouth. Part of me wanted it all in my mouth, and part of me wanted it spurting all over me. I took his cock out of my mouth and pointed it first at my face, then at my chest. Joe had four or five good shots, and when it seemed like he was finished, back into my mouth he went and I licked up the last drops. 

I stood up and looked in the mirror. I had cum on my face; and there was a ribbon of cum hanging from my chin. The front of my green silk teddy had three distinct spurts of cum on it, was dripping down towards my belly and the hard cock that was outlined under the green silk. I wished I had a camera to preserve that look. My hand reached for my cock, and as I did so, Joe came up behind me and put his arms around me. His hands cupped my chest, rubbing the cum into me and spreading it over. Then his hands moved lower, rubbing my cock through the teddy.

He moved his hands back up, into the cum again. I watched in the mirror as one cummy hand made its way up. He put his hand up in front of my mouth, and I started licking the cum off of it. The other cummy hand went back to my cock, this time going underneath the teddy, and grabbing it. He pushed the crotch of the teddy aside, and pulled out my cock. He then started jerking me off with his cum-covered hand. I watched this in the mirror, and it wasn't long before I was spurting my own cum. Joe leaned me back in towards him, and pointed my cock at my belly, so the cum could land on the teddy. Then he rubbed my cock and my cum into the green silk as I watched.

Slowly we separated, then faced each other. "Wow," I said.

"Yeah," said Joe. "That was really something." Then he smiled.

I smiled back. I didn't know quite what to say, but I knew that, strange as this encounter was, I thoroughly enjoyed it and regretted nothing. I looked back at the mirror. There I was, wearing a silky green teddy, covered in cum, and smiling from ear to ear. I pointed to the teddy. "Can I keep this?" I asked. "Sure," Joe said. "It looks great on you."

"Is it the teddy or the cum that looks so good?" I asked with a smile.

"I think it's the combination."

"I think so too. I better get back to my room." I grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and wiped the cum off of my face. After thinking about it for a second, I put my shorts and t-shirt on over the teddy. Joe watched me. " I want to feel slutty just a little bit longer," I said to him with a grin. 

With the t-shirt and shorts on, you couldn't tell that I was wearing anything underneath. Some of the jizz soaked through to present a wet spot on my t-shirt, but it just looked like sweat stains.

"See you at the conference." I said, as I left his room. 

The conference had two more days to go.



The Conference



Chapter I

The Engineering Conference was in Hawaii this year and Colin was looking forward to the extra week of vacation he'd booked after the event. The late flight from LAX was turning out to be much better than expected. The flight was packed, but had noticed a number of lovely ladies who had slowed to check him out when they passed his seat and he'd met their inquisitive looks with one of his infectious smiles, which was guaranteed to bring to bring them back. One of them, a cute thirtyish brunette had actually passes by three times, slowing on the second to catch his attention with a smile of her own before continuing on to her seat. Trim athletic figure at about five and a half feet tall, she was wore a plain white blouse that showed just the right amount of curve, and a skirt that was short, but not so much so to be obvious that she was showing off her gorgeous legs. 

Colin had said a quick sultry 'Hi' to her on her third pass and she was only able to reply with a hushed 'Hi there.' of her own before having to scoot back to her seat. 'Very pretty' he thought as he watched her move down the aisle. When she stopped at her seat, the brunette turned her head and caught his eyes. 'Hmmm, she's checking to see if I'm watching her' Colin thought to himself. Since he currently had no steady girlfriend, he had no qualms about overtly admiring women and this one didn't mind being watched so it seemed. The young woman held his gaze for another moment, then giggled as she quickly took her seat just as the Captain announced that the plane was starting to land. 

When they stopped at the terminal, Colin got up, retrieved his overhead bag and headed down the aisle towards the exit. As he came up the aisle, he kept his eyes on the same brunette he had spied earlier. Nearing her seat, she inadvertently 'stumbled' into him as she struggled with her carry-on. Tottering in her heels, the young woman dropped the bag and grasped his bicep to steady herself. Looking up at him, she squeezing gently as she straightened herself, their eyes locked. 

"Oh my. I'm sorry I bumped you." the young woman apologized. 

"Oh, that's OK Miss. Are you alright?" Colin asked as he reached down to help her straighten the small bag onto it's wheels. When he looked up, he noticed that she seemed a bit flushed and couldn't help stare at her chest for a moment, noting the strain on her blouse.

"Yeah, I'm alright." the woman said almost breathlessly, holding Colin's eyes for just a moment longer. "They don't give you much room to maneuver in here do they." she stated as people were trying to edge around Colin. Noting that he needed to move on, she offered a hand for him to shake. "Thanks for the help." 

Colin gently took her hand for a moment, feeling her squeeze it gently before having to move off as the line of people behind him was eager to exit the plane. "No trouble, see you later." he said. A common, automatic response that just came out, Colin had no allusions that he would see her again, but did hold on to some hope that he might. 

"I hope so!" the woman piped in after him as he continued down the aisle. She flashed Colin with a wicked smile as he looked back, and was a bit surprised, but also very pleased she felt that way. 'Must have really made an impression' he thought as he held her gaze for a few more seconds, flashed a brilliant smile, and turned the corner to exit the plane. 

'Wow!' Colin thought, reaching up to loosen his collar. 'She was hot!' Figuring she'd never see him again he knew she was being a tease, but so was he. This was a nice start to his 'vacation' Colin thought to himself as he walked to the baggage area, and although he probably wouldn't see the woman again, she was a lovely image to think about just the same.

Jen's heart was beating a bit quicker as the handsome guy who stopped to help with her bag turned and left the plane. He was casually handsome, not any GQ type but good looking just the same, about forty and a good six feet tall with short brown hair and clean shaven. She was usually a pretty good judge of men, and she liked what she saw in this guy especially with the really nice suit he was wearing. He was probably on business, or maybe he was here for the Engineering Conference like herself. 'Ha, probably not' she thought. 'With my luck he probably has a wife or girlfriend he's meeting here.' She brooded a moment thinking about a lost opportunity then shrugged her shoulders as she gathered her purse and squeezed into the line to get out of the plane. 

Colin gathered his remaining luggage in the terminal and grabbed a taxi to the hotel. He had heard about the Kahala Hotel and Resort and now he was glad he was finally making the trip. He definitely wanted to get in a few rounds of golf while he was here and maybe take in some nightlife as well. Thinking back to the girl on the plane, it would be nice to massage her back and down to her soft ass, or free those luscious breasts from that awfully confining blouse and bra. 'Oh well,' he thought as the taxi pulled up to the hotel entrance, he could always dream .... 

As Jen entered the hotel lobby, she thought she saw the same handsome guy from the plane step into the elevator. 'Nah' she said to herself, brushing that thought aside. 'I'm definitely dreaming.' Not getting laid in a while was messing with her mind. 'It would be too much of a coincidence if he was staying at this hotel too', she laughed inwardly, but just in case she decided to keep an eye out for him just the same. 

As Jen reached her room and slid the key card through the lock, the door next to her room opened. The handsome guy from the plane came out and Jen's heart skipped a beat. He started down the hall, his head down looking at the phone in his hand and then almost tripped on his feet the moment he looked up and saw her. Catching himself, a big smile forming on his face and he walked casually towards her once again. She cocked her head to the side a bit and smiled at him.

"Hi again." Jen said. "Fancy meeting you here. Enjoy the flight?"

"Yes, I did." Colin said back to her with a bit of a laugh in his voice. "The view was amazing as we approached the island. Hawaii is a wonderful place from what I've heard." Colin stopped just close enough to her as not to invade her space. "This is my first time here, how about you?"

"Yes, this is my first time here as well." Jen replied as she appraised the handsome man in front of her. She decided that she approved of his change to more casual clothes, something more in line with the islands and it showed off his strong features and toned body much better than the suit. 

"Well isn't this funny." Colin laughed. "You did say you'd hoped to see me again, and well, here I am." Fully taking in this luscious young woman in front of him he continued "Having trouble with your door key?" 

A solid 'click' sounded as Jen pulled her card out of the slot. "Nope." She replied. "I'm pretty good with these things." She opened the door and put her bags down just inside. Quickly turning to face him, straight and perky, Jen held her hand out once again, inviting him for a handshake. 

"Jen." she said introducing herself. Slightly bouncing up on her toes in excitement, she looked admiringly into Colin's eyes. 

Responding to her invitation, Colin stepped a bit closer. "Colin." he replied as he firmly but gently grasped her outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you Jen." 

"What brings you to this beautiful hotel, Colin?" Jen asked as she covered his hand with her other one as she leaned in a bit closer.

"Well," he said a bit flustered. She was a bit more forward than he'd expected and fumbled for his words, "probably a bit boring for such a beautiful woman such as yourself, but I'm attending an engineering conference here at the hotel for the next few days. And some vacation time after with some golf and maybe a bit of fun as well. How about you?"

Jen's heart beat a little faster. Unbelievable! She thought. This is my lucky day! "Oh, that's too funny" she said laughingly. "I'm here with a group from our firm for the conference too." Jen flashed a mischievous smile and released his hand. Backing through the open door Jen kept her eyes on Colin's as she entered the room. "Maybe we'll see each other down there." she suggested in a soft inviting voice, which brought a big smile and little nod from Colin.

"That would be nice. I'll look forward to it." he replied warmly as he started to move off. "Later." he said suggestively as he backed down the hall, never leaving her gaze until he turned the corner and out of sight. 

"Ooohh." Jen cooed softly, already thinking of the possibilities with Colin as she moved inside and let the door close behind her.

Chapter II

It was approaching 4:00 and Colin couldn't wait for the session to end. The day had been great! Starting with quick breakfast and coffee before the opening remarks from a top engineering consultant, he'd spotted Jen at a nearby table and noticed a thin smile on her face as her head turned ever so slightly in his direction. At lunchtime, Jen had spied him at the buffet and brushed his hip as she passed by. Watching her go, she briefly turned back and wiggled her eyebrows at him, mouthing "Later" as she returned to her table. A quick knowing smirk on his face, Colin took his plate back to his table and reviewed the agenda for the afternoon sessions. 

Jen looked even more alluring than when he saw her earlier that morning. She wore a shorter, tight red skirt, with black stockings and high heeled shoes. Very hot he thought, but still professional looking. The buttons on her nearly shear white blouse were straining to hold her beautifully shaped breasts, but the camisole she wore covered everything and he was dying to see what she had underneath. 'Nice' Colin thought as he fanaticized about slowly unbuttoning that top and cupping her breasts while softly kissing her neck.

Snapping his attention back to his lunch, he figured that Jen would probably be busy through the afternoon at different break-out sessions and then the last hour of the day would be back with her group, discussing various topics from sessions that other members of her firm had been attending. While Colin would be equally engaged with his own team until the end of the day as well, his eyes strayed to one of the newer faces that he'd noticed was a late addition on this trip. Tracy sat across from him looking at brochure about new composite materials from her morning session. She was about thirty five and a highly experienced electronics engineer that had recently filled a sorely needed slot in their department. Colin had thought more than once over the past couple of months how he'd like to fill HER slot, but the opportunity had never really come up as they'd been very busy finishing up several very important projects. 

Thinking back a couple of week ago to a gathering at a local pub to celebrate the completion of a short but very important project, Colin had contrived to speak to Tracy, but only briefly. She seemed a bit nervous, but was very interesting to talk to and appeared attentive to him at the same time. Tracy had explained several interesting complications in her work on the project, but Colin had been more interested in admiring her long wavy dark red hair and beautiful green eyes. Tracy was about 5 foot 4 and nicely proportioned with a curvy figure that almost had him undressing her with his eyes. Although she wore no ring and had no boyfriend that he had heard about, Tracy was probably conscious of office politics, especially with Colin being senior and her being the new girl. That was the likely reason for her being nervous he figured, but she did buy him a drink, laughed shyly at a few of his attempts at humor and subtly suggested that she would be interested in going for a coffee before they were interrupted by some others. 

'Oh well', he thought as the conference moderator's voice brought him back to the present, he'd have to put any thoughts about pursuing Tracy on the back burner today as he had a definite interest in Jen.

Jen squeezed her legs together, squirming with wetness as the final session of the afternoon was concluding. She was feeling rather horny, being distracted numerous times during the afternoon with her thoughts turning to Darren. A couple of times that afternoon she had to go to the bathroom and while sitting there she couldn't resist massaging her slickness below and squeezing her breasts, but had to stop short each time as the bathroom door opened to admit other hotel guests. Thinking of Colin was seriously frustrating her and the thought of arranging to meet up after the day's events was making her yearn for his luscious member deep inside her. Immediately after the day's closing remarks Jen excused herself to go back to her room, her mind racing, thinking about the evening ahead on the chance that Colin would call her. 

Colin saw Jen leave and after a few moments stood up himself to say goodbye to the group. Spying Tracy, he got an inviting smile and wave from her before turning away and heading towards the elevator. All the way back to his room he thought of asking Jen over for a drink and perhaps joining him for dinner. Once he got in, he stripped off his jacket and when he reached into his pocket for his cell phone his hand closed on some paper. 'What's this?' he thought as he pulled out a napkin along with his phone. 

Colin laughed as he read the hastily scribbled note. "I've been thinking of you. Call me later. Jen." 

"Awesome" Colin said as he pumped his fist as the hockey guys did after a goal. Picking up the hotel phone he pressed a button.

"Room service. How can I help you?" said the voice on the other end of the line.

"Could you please send up a bottle of chilled Canadian Riesling and a couple of glasses? Colin asked. 

"Yes sir, it will be about ten minutes." 

"Great, thanks." Colin hung up and headed to the bedroom for a change of clothes. Thinking about Jen's amazing body, he started to get hard and rubbed himself for a minute or so, but stopped short blowing his load. 'Just so I won't be so quick off the mark if Jen is agreeable to some afternoon delight' he thought as he grabbed a pair of shorts and Hawaiian button down top. Colin was ready just in time to answer the knock at the door.

A young man entered and put the wine bucket and glasses on the counter. The suite Colin booked was like a small apartment and suitable for entertaining a small group of people. It had a good sized sitting area with two couches and chairs, open to a small kitchenette with fridge and stove, an adjoining bedroom had two Queen sized beds and an adjoining ensuite. The wide balcony was accessible from both rooms. Colin tipped the young man and when he left he grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number on the napkin.

The phone rang twice and a sweet voice answered "Hello, Jen speaking." 

"Hi Jen it's Colin. I got you note and I'd love for us to get together. Do you have any plans tonight?"

Jen replied with a slow purring voice. "Well, the team was planning to get together in the main bar, but I'd could be persuaded to bow out if you've got something in mind. I'm open to suggestions. Dinner? Drinks? Or something else a bit later if you like." 

"Well, those were certainly my first thoughts as well. I've had you on my mind ever since we spoke in the hall this morning. It's such a great hotel and thought you might like to take advantage of the pool. How about meeting me on the roof for a swim?"

"Oooohhh, that sounds wonderful," Jen practically squealed in excitement. "I've got a new bikini I've been dying to wear and I'd love to show it off for you. I need to get fixed up, but how about I meet you up there in about 15 minutes or so?"

"Great! See you shortly." Colin replied as his heart pounded in his ears. It was a spur of the moment change in plans to head up to the pool, and if she wanted to come back later, the wine would be perfect. He thought about any classic first encounter, dinner, drinks, but starting this one with a swim would set it apart from so many others and it would give him a great opportunity to get to know her a bit while checking out her sexy bod. Just what the doctor ordered. Pleased that Jen had eagerly agreed, he was curious about her hint about something later. "Interesting possibilities," he thought as he put on his swim trunks, grabbed a towel and headed for the door. 

Chapter III

Jen was even more excited now that Colin had called and surprised her with the pool idea. 'Hopefully it's just a prelude for some sweetness later,' she thought dreamily. Jen had been dying to show off her new bikini. She put it on and admired herself in the bathroom mirror, noting that her regular workouts were keeping her in nice form. "I hope he appreciates it" she thought, checking out how her bikini fit over her ass and boobs before slipping on a short terry robe and grabbing a towel.

Colin was sitting in the large hot tub facing the sliding glass doors that allowed access to the pool area. The pool was unsupervised and only one other couple was currently taking a leisurely swim and chatting quietly. When Jen opened the door and stepped onto the patio Colin's throat constricted slightly. "Gorgeous." Colin said to himself as Jen walked towards him. Her eyes were locked onto his as she moved gracefully down the length of the pool towards him. Stopping at the steps that lead down into the bubbling water, Jen removed her robe in a smooth motion and tossed it onto a nearby chair along with her towel. 

The white knit bikini was amazing. He could almost see the dark circles of her areolas through the small triangles of material that barely covered her breasts. He judged that her tits were just a bit more than a handful. Just the size he liked. Her patch down below was also covered by a modest triangle with the material rounding up to cover most of her beautifully sculpted ass but leaving her hips bare, with tie strings across both sides. 

With a bright smile and sweat giggle, Jen spun around in a flourish, raising her arms up over her head to show herself off for good effect. "You like?" she asked, taking the first step down into the water.

"You could say that." Colin replied and coughed, pulling his hand to his mouth in an effort to recover for his moment of staring at her. He could not take his eyes away from this angelic vision. "Yesss," he said recovering from his momentary lapse "I like your outfit very much. It definitely suits you." Colin admired a full view of her inner thighs as she stepped onto the tub's edge and offered his hand to help her the rest of the way down. 

Jen tentatively took the next step into the hot water and leaned forward to grasp Colin's hand while steadying herself on the tub's edge. Colin could see that she was making the most of her movements. Her breasts were almost in full view, nearly spilling out of her bikini top as she descended into the water. Colin thought of what it would be like to have his lips on her slick pussy as she took the final step down into the water and nestled in beside him.

"Aaahhhh." Jen's sighed with great satisfaction, leaning her head back. "I love hot tubs. They work out the aches and really relax me."

"Yeah," Colin's voice was still a bit strained as was his thickening rod in his bathing suit, but he managed to add casually "just the ticket after today's long session." Colin leaned over and turned on the hot tub's sound system so they had a bit of background music. Leaning back until the water reached his neck, he turned his head until he was looking at Jen's beautiful profile. Almost floating in the water, her breasts rose up and down with each breath as she luxuriated under the jets and bubbles. After a few quiet moments, Colin asked Jen. "So how were your break-out sessions today?"




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"Well," Jen replied, sitting up and looking over a Colin. She admired him for a moment as he sat there, bubbles all around with his eyes closed and a very content expression on his face. She'd hoped he was interested in more than just relaxing in the hot tub and reached over. 

Colin felt movement under the water and sat up a bit as Jen's hand touched his arm. After lingering there a moment he opened his eyes and looked over, seeing her looking at him appraisingly. 

"I had a bit of a hard time concentrating on some of the technical stuff since I was somewhat preoccupied after bumping into you at lunch."

Colin's eyes glimmered and he stifled a laugh. "Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?" he asked suggestively.

Jen was conscious of the fact that there were other people around, but they couldn't see into the hot tub from the pool, so she moved a bit closer, angling her hips towards Colin. Lifting her outer leg up and over his thigh, she reached down to caress his flat hairless stomach. "Oh, I don't know." She continued, looking over his shoulder to see if the couple in the pool were watching. "After I slipped you that note, I was thinking about how nice it would be to corner you somewhere away from the Conference activities." Jen moved closer, her shoulders moving higher to get a better angle as her hand rubbed a bit lower. Colin's eyes opened wider as her palm reached his crotch.

"I was thinking the same thing when you walked past me on the plane." he replied, responding to her touch by reaching up to caress her waist, his palms on her midriff with thumbs stroking down her belly to the top edge of her bikini. "Just a guy's fantasy really to hook up with a beautiful woman while on vacation, but when we met again in the hall this morning I really hoped I could meet you for dinner at least."

"Me too." Jen's purred, arched her head back as Colin lifted his arms and traced a trickle of warm water down her back. Pooling some warm water in his hands, he poured it across her shoulders and it dribbled down along the tie of her bikini top to the top of her breasts. She flattened her hand down over his growing member, cupping his balls with one smooth motion as her other hand reached up and caressed his shoulder.

A splash in the pool behind them caused Jen to jerk her hand back and move back to the seat beside Colin. The couple in the pool was just getting out, speaking quietly to themselves as they dried off and walked out the door. A sheepish grin developed on Jen's face along with her rising color that told Colin that this was the right time to invite her back for a drink.

"How about some wine back at my room?" Colin offered. 

Jen's face widened with another brilliant smile. "Sounds great. We can come back and relax here later if you like, or just..." her voice trailed off and she gently squeezed Colin's erection through his suit.

"I'm good with that," Colin returned quickly, "Let's go!" Colin rose out of the water and turned towards Jen, extending his hand to help her out of the water. Jen stared open mouthed at the sight of the large bulge in his bathing suit. 

"Oh my," she said excitedly. "Look what I've done. My bad." Jen pouted as she stepped up onto the deck. "We'll have to see what we can do about that." she offered, smiling wickedly as Colin stared at her amazing fugure. Jen turned to put on her robe and felt Colin approach from behind, his strong hands reaching around to cup her breasts, pressing upwards as she arched her back into him. She reached up to cover his hands with hers, pressing them more firmly and rubbing in concert with him. Turning her head, she reached back with one hand to pull his lips to hers as Colin continued to massage her perky tits. Jen's tongue probed for his, her breath quickening as they were momentarily lost, their passions melded together.

Breaking the kiss with a smooching sound, Jen turned around and embraced Colin, giving him a wide open mouthed kiss that invited his tongue deep inside. He obliged, his hands straying to her ass, pulling her towards him. At the sound of a group of people entering the pool area, Jen broke off with an excited laugh and pulled her robe around her. Jen headed towards the door at a dancing trot and Colin quickly followed, wrapping his towel around his waist in an effort to cover the obvious sign of his excitement.

Chapter IV

Giggling and rubbing his shoulders from behind as Colin opened the door, they spilled into the foyer of the suite, turning to kiss as they dropped their damp towels on the floor. Lips locked with hands groping each other in heated passion, they retreated into the sitting area. Breaking the kiss and smiling, Colin turned towards the side table and expertly opened the Riesling he'd left there earlier to chill. Pouring each of them a glass and handing one to Jen, she hoisted her glass and made a toast. "Aloha!" 

Colin raised his glass to hers "Aloha." He chimed back, taking a sip while drinking in the vision of loveliness before him. After a couple sips, Jen set their drinks aside and turned back to Colin for another passionate embrace. Kissing feverishly, Colin reached back and undid the ties on Jen's top. Disengaging from him, Jen stepped back and covered her breasts with her hands. 

"Want to see?" she asked, an impish grin forming on her face.

"I would love to." Colin replied taking a step back so he could fully appreciate her beautiful form.

Jen turned around and with her back to Colin she peeked over her shoulder and slowly let her arms fall, dropping her bikini top to the floor. Colin couldn't see anything yet, but his eyebrows rose as Jen reached to one side and undid one of the hip ties to her bikini bottom. Turning towards him, she displayed the side profile of her breast and nipple as she let the half of her bikini bottom fell aside, exposing her bare hip. 

The sight of Jen was amazing. The erotic profile of her breast, her flat stomach and naked hip was almost more that he could stand. 'Beautiful.' He thought as he noticed erect nipple and goose bumps that were forming across her body. She turned the rest of the way and undid the remaining hip tie, letting her bikini bottom fall to the floor. Now he could see that her pubic area had short light hair, trimmed to an area just a bit smaller than the triangle of her bikini. Jen stepped towards him and Colin was speechless as her gorgeous form approached. 

"Ah, you are so lovely Jen." Colin finally said as he reached out to capture her head in his hands and pull her mouth to his. The passionate kiss lasted a full minute, and Jen could feel his growing cock pulsating through his trunks, pressing against her stomach. 

Jen pulled away slowly, her lips tingling and feeling a bit light headed as the passion permeated her. Recovering a bit, she looked down to see Colin's bulging penis straining against the fabric of his bathing suit. Grinning fiercely, she brought her hand up to gently press on Colin's firm erection through the fabric of his trunks. Back and forth she slowly rubbed while watching Colin eyes lose focus and then return to hers.

"Well, I think you should lose these." Jen said with a commanding tone, and not for him to respond she reached forward, untied the cord in the front and used her thumbs to loosen and pull Colin's trunks off his hips. Freed from the confines of the material, Colin's penis throbbed in the air just in front of Jen's face as he stepped out of his trunks. Jen smiled again, eyeing his beautiful cock, while licking her lips teasingly. He thought for a moment she'd take him in her mouth, but instead she stood up and leaned into him, feeling the warmth of her naked body against his. Reaching down, she stroked his growing cock as her breath warmed his neck and her nipples poked against his chest. 

Jen could feel the heat from Colin's firm member as she held him. Satisfied that he was ready, she quickly backed away and took his hand, leading him over to the chair in the corner. "You've made me seriously horny and I need some of that." She stated breathlessly as she leaned forward, placing her right knee on the chair's padded armrest with her right arm across the chair's back. Angling herself down and forward on the chair, she reached back and pulled Colin towards her, maneuvering him into position so he could gently slide his thick cock into her slick hole.

Colin just went with it, letting Jen direct him where she wanted. Once she'd positioned him at the opening to her vagina, he slipped effortlessly in, gasping at the wonderful sensation. Jen was seriously wet and he could tell it wasn't just from the hot tub either. The full length of Colin's engorged member was immediately coated with her creamy juices as he pulled out and pushed himself back into Jen. As he did, Jen squealed excitedly and started to push her hips back to him on the third thrust. Holding herself against him for a few moments while she adjusted to his cock, he slowly pulled out, then pushed himself only a third of the way for a few thrusts before putting it fully inside her once again.

Jen was in heaven. She reached up between her legs and rubbed her clit as Colin's wonderful cock rocked slowly into her. The couple of times in the bathroom today had already built her excitement and now, with him finally inside of her, she knew it wasn't going to take much of his cock's thrusting to get her over the top. After only a couple of minutes, Colin took charge, grabbing both her hips and increasing his stroked. 

Colin could feel Jen approaching her climax by her movements and quickening breath. Building rapidly himself, he angled his cock to put greater pressure on her sensitive zone and was rewarded by louder groans of pleasure from her.

Panting and moaning heavily, Jen groaned "Oh fuck. That feels great Colin. Give it to me!" 

More excited now at Jen really getting into it, Colin complied. Reach forward grasping Jen's shoulder with one hand while the other reached under for her breast, he tweaked her nipple gently and Jen's breath quickened even more. Colin felt she was nearly ready to climax as she moved her fingers across her clitoris more urgently. A long growling moan rose from her throat as he finally felt her pussy contract. Colin rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, sending her into spasms of ecstasy while her pussy shuddered around his cock. As she collapsed forward onto the chair, she let out a shuddering grunt of satisfaction, slowly circling her clitoris for a few more seconds while Colin stayed inside her, sliding himself slowly in and out as the final spasms of her orgasm subsided.

As Jen recovered and her breathing returned to normal, Colin pulled out and she turned around to sit in the chair. Colin kneeled between her legs in front of her, kissing the tops of her thighs, up her belly and finally latching onto her breast, taking as much as he could into his mouth. 

"Ooohhh" Jen sighed as her head lolled back on the chair. The tingle of Colin's sucking when right through her and she grabbed his head, pulling him onto her even more. 

"Oh, baby" she said, "You were great! I haven't had an orgasm like that in a long time." Jen played with Colin's hair as he moved back and forth between each breast, sucking lightly and licking them like an ice cream cones. He looked up from time-to-time to check out Jen's face. 

Jen smiled as she saw him peaking up at her, with her nipple in his mouth "Mmmm." she whispered, kissing the top of his head as he continued with her breasts. Colin disengaged and looked up at her.

"I'm glad you liked it. More wine?" 

"Yes, that would be nice" she replied as Colin stood up and headed over to the table. Jen watched cock bounce along as he walked, a bit less erect but big and full just the same. "How did you manage not to cum?" Jen asked curiously "Usually guys don't last for more than the first few minutes the first time we have sex." 

Colin topped up their glasses and looked back to her. "Well, you learn a few tricks along the way to help prevent cumming too fast. It's been a while for me, so I wasn't sure I could hold off and I didn't want to disappoint you, so a little stimulation in advance and I can usually hold off a while, usually. Also, it depends on how long it's been since I've last had sex and how excited I get. I must admit, you've made me really excited, so I'm glad I was able to get you off first."

'I'm glad you did sweetie. I definitely needed that!" Jen said as she got up from the chair and sauntered over to Colin. "It's been a while for me too." Taking the wine he offered, she sipped it and said "I really like this wine. Riesling is it? Very nice." Jen took another sip and casually walked over towards the bed. Sitting down, she put her glass on the side table and beckoned Colin over. Colin drained his glass, set it down and as he approached, he noticed that her impish grin had returned as she reached out to take his flagging penis in her hand. 

Chapter V

"Ooooh, poor boy." She cooed as she lifted Colin's penis to her lips. She kissed it first, then circled her tongue around the head a few times before slowly taking him into her warm wet mouth. 

Colin watched as Jen's lips slid down over the head of his penis. His head fell back as a long low groan came from deep within him as the enjoyed with the wondrous feeling of her mouth on him. She alternated, licking up and down the outside a few times before taking him fully in her mouth again. The sensation of her tongue and lips sliding over him was phenomenal and he felt his cock begin to twitch as it became engorged once again. 

Licking some pre-cum off the tip of his growing cock, Jen stood up and pushed Colin back onto the bed. Kneeling between his legs, Jen put her mouth down on him once again, looking up every once in a while to study Colin's face as she bobbed and slurped on his cock. She could tell that he was in ecstasy and as his throbbing cock got harder and harder, it encouraged her to bob up and down on him more urgently. Jen sensed that Colin was building rapidly and took her mouth off him for a few seconds to prolong the experience. Waiting for him to settle down a bit, she tickled the tip of his cock with her tongue once more before starting back on him again. Jen loved the feeling power and control while she was driving him crazy with her ministrations. His breath quickened then slowed again as she changed tempo. 

Colin knew that Jen was driving him nuts on purpose. "Oh, that's amazing Jen," Colin told her as he raised himself up on his elbows to admire Jen beautiful face as his hard cock slipped effortlessly into and out of her hot wet mouth. She was the most enthusiastic lover he'd had in a long time and seemed eager to please him. Sensing when he was getting close to losing it yet again, Jen giggled as she backed off, keeping his erection going by gently stroking him with her finger and thumb while sitting back on her heels. For about 15 minutes she energetically sucked on Colin's cock, during which time he would occasionally sit forward to rub her shoulders and back. Jen moaned softly, still working on his throbbing member as he caressed her ass. Feeling he was getting really close, Colin moved Jen onto her side, then got up and pushed her the rest of the way onto her back as he kneeled beside her head. Reaching down to her softness below, his fingers gently massaged her clitoris as he placed his throbbing cock to her eager lips. 

Jen opened wide and eagerly took him into her mouth again, knowing he'd blow his load pretty soon. Gently pulling his balls towards her, she continued to suck him, with one hand rubbing his thighs and hips while the other massaged his balls.

Colin was trying to do two different things at once and was having a hard time focusing on both. One was building Jen up again by rubbing her pussy while at the same time Jen was intent on making him cum. Her moaning continued, muffled somewhat by the fact that she held his cock in her mouth and at the same time she was bouncing her hips to match the movements of his fingers. 

Using his entire hand, Colin rubbed the outer area of her wet smooth pussy, pressing up to put pressure on clitoris a bit and then moving down to insert his middle finger deep into her slick hole. When his finger popped out of her, Jen produced a squeal of pleasure in response. After another couple of minutes, Jen popped his cock out of her mouth and took a couple of breaths.

"Oh man, you really know how to drive a girl up the wall don't you." She said dreamily.

"I certainly try." Colin responded, plunging two fingers deep into her. 

Jen's legs involuntarily closed together around Colin's hand and she groaned deeply with the feeling of his fingers stirring something deep within her. Redoubling her efforts on Colin's swollen cock, she matched her sucking to the rhythm of his fingers and occasionally she pushed down deeply onto him, trying to take as much of his stiff penis as she could.

Colin groaned, "Oohhh, that feels wonderful babe." Admiring her as his erection slid easily into Jen's mouth. 

Jen backed off briefly asking "Mmmmm, you like that do you?" and she went down on him again, a bit faster now, while putting additional pressure on the underside of his cock with her tongue on each stroke. Jen's felt her heat building too as Colin moved more urgently into her totally lubricated pussy. Her juices were almost gushing now and she thrust her hips a bit more to meet his swirling fingers. Jen tried to take him all, holding down on him for a few extra second, then releasing as Colin's reacted by curving his fingers up into her sensitive zone. Rubbing her g-spot urgently for a few quick seconds, he held her pussy tight and thrust his hips forward once more as his cock started to convulse, shooting his pent up load into her waiting mouth. 

Hot cum erupted into Jen's mouth and she moved over onto her side so she could stay with him. Colin removed his fingers from Jen's pussy and gently held onto her head, his body jerking several times while his cock continued to release into her. Jen greedily slurped him up, taking in every drop until she felt his spasming cock begin to ebb. Colin leaned over her, his left hand beside Jen's head to prevent him from collapsing onto her, the other slowly moving back to rub inside her creamy vagina. Bouncing her hips back and forth against his hand, she gulped the mouthful of Colin's cum, then, very slowly, continued to suck up and down on his cock until he was totally finished.

Releasing his cock with a soft 'pop', Jen laid back with a gasp. Continuing to wiggle her hips to Colin's motions, she moving her hand down again to rub her clit while bringing her knees up and out invitingly. Colin grinned. He could take a hint as he leaned forward over her, and began to lick on a line down her breast to her belly.

A low 'Mmmmmm' sound escaped Jen's lips as Colin worked gently on her. He sat back and gently rubbed Jen's breast. "That was the best." 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Jen replied with a sheepish smile. "I've haven't given a guy a blow job in a while and was worried I was out of practice."

"Definitely not! You are very talented." Colin said appreciatively as he maneuvered down to the foot of the bed. Jens smiled, a few drops of cum dribbling down the corner of her mouth as she closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. Her hips were gyrating in conjunction with the movements of her fingers and Colin knew that she was needing some serious attention again. 

His eyes lingered over her mound as he slowly pushed Jen's legs apart. Watching her fingers circling her clitoris, his eyebrows rose as she pulled back the hood to reveal the small pink bulge hidden within. "Oh you have such a pretty pussy." Colin said softly as he leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. 




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Jen took a quick breath as if an electric shock had shot up through her. Holding his head to her, Jen pulled her legs back further so Colin could work on her pussy, which continued to warm at the touch of his probing tongue. No stubble down below her pubic mound he noticed. She must have recently shaved the lower part of her pussy, leaving some short trimmed hair up top. He smiled as he noted that she had definitely made efforts to prepare for an encounter, so Colin wanted to make sure she got everything she was hoping for.

Colin pushed her farther up on the bed so she could rest her head on the pillow. Laying on his stomach while holding outward pressure on her thighs, Colin began to lick around her clit and down across her labia. Slowly circling the opening to her vagina, he quickly lapped up to the top of her slit before putting his mouth on her and tonguing her entire pussy.

"Oohhhh, that feels amazing!" Jen said as her head lolled back and her breathing became heavier. She reached down to hold her legs back, providing Colin with more freedom to probe her with his tongue and fingers. Licking in circular motions around the opening to her vagina, and then up the inside of her thighs, Jen's pussy clenched in anticipation of the next touch. Colin drove his tongue deep into her and swirled around, providing waves of pleasure to the already pent up woman before him. Gasping and straining at his ministrations, he pulled away and inserted first one finger, then two into her steaming wetness. Their earlier session had loosened her up a bit, but she felt still pretty tight as he worked his fingers inside her.

As Colin worked on her, Jen started to move her hips around again. "Oh, that's grrrreeeaaat!" she moaned in long drawn out husky voice. "Keeeeep doing that baby." she urged as Colin's fingers found spots that produced wave upon wave of pleasure. Colin had learned through experimentation what gave his lovers the orgasms they so desperately wanted, so Colin was eager to have Jen experience another one while he recovered from her oral inspiration. Colin smiled and hoped she was up for another bit of fucking once his erection returned.

Colin moved over a bit and lifted Jen's leg over his shoulder so he could get a better angle to stroke into her opening. She tried to get her fingers back on her clit, but Colin would have none of that. Pushing off her fingers, he started to flick her clit with his tongue while slowly massaging her g-spot with his fingers. Jen was thrashing around now, moaning loudly, holding her legs wide while he rubbed and licked her pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, Jen's breath quickened and her hips bucked up and down with his continuous probing. Colin continued to swirl his tongue around her clit as he thrust his fingers deeper into her, changing motions, and focusing on her g-spot which was having the effect of driving her insane. 

"Oh my, Oh, Oh." Jen was nearly hollering now, and Colin could tell Jen was close to cumming as the rhythm of her hips increased to match the pace of his fingers and tongue. He began to increase the tempo and applied more pressure with his tongue on Jen's clit at the same time. Pressing further inside her with each stroke, Jen was going nuts, bucking and crying out "Oh yeah, that's it, Oh baby. Oh fuck do it baby." Then suddenly Jen's pussy started to spasm and Colin was rewarded by a few short bursts that squirted from her, pooling in the palm of his hand. 

Colin's fingers held the pressure inside her as he slowly moved them around, which gave her further orgasmic contractions that lasted another minute or so. As her orgasm subsided, Jen let go of her legs and threw her arms back, breathing heavily as her body continued to have a final few minor convulsions before she could relax.

"Oh Colin, that was really amazing!" Jen said moving up on her elbows and trying to catch her breath. "I really needed that, thanks!" Looking down at Colin, he peaked up at her as he was still slowly tonguing her clitoris. Each movement of his fingers caused a wave of pleasure that caused her to suddenly jerk her hips and knees together in response. "I thought you'd like that." 

Jen smiled dreamily, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm as she laid back on the pillow. Shuddered again as he slowly pulled his fingers out and gently rubbed the outside of her pussy, she lolled her head back and closed her eyes, melting into the feeling of him tracing a line along her labia, again taking a quick breath as he touched her sensitive clitoris. Sensing the she needed a moment to relax, Colin he moved up to massage her belly, wiping the wetness on his hand across flat stomach as he smiled and sat back.

Sitting up and grabbing him under the arms, Jen pulled him towards her and lay back on the bed, snuggling into him as Colin pulled up the covers.

Chapter VI

After such an amazing evening, Colin couldn't wait to see Jen again, but it would have to wait. The next evening, Saturday night, Jen couldn't bow out from a company dinner party and he decided to meet with his team as well. Just after he arrived, he was pleasantly surprised when Tracy asked if she could sit beside him at the group's dinner. They didn't talk much as Colin as engrossed in some stories Mike was telling about his sessions earlier in the day and he noted some disappointment in her expression when he and a couple of his buddies excused themselves right after dinner to check out a few downtown hotspots. On Sunday, the last day of the conference, Colin only managed to catch a glimpse of Jen a couple of times. He was eagerly anticipating events later that evening when he would be able to see Jen at a party in the great room. 

The party was a good time and Colin spent a good amount of time talking to his team as well as chatting with Jen. Once when Jen went to the bathroom, he was pleasantly surprised when Tracy approached him to ask what he thought the event. Colin told her that it was a really well done event so far, but excused himself after a couple of minutes to go to the restroom since he didn't want Jen to run into Tracy. The last thing he wanted was for either of them to get upset with him because of another woman. 

In the late afternoon, Colin had caught up with Jen at the bar and she had an evil smile on her face, knowing what was in store for later as they'd arranged to meet at the hot tub, then go back to her room one final time before Jen left for home early in the morning.

At breakfast Monday morning Colin recalled the lingering kiss he gave Jen as they got out of bed less than an hour before. They'd made love at dawn and discussed meeting back on the mainland after Colin's vacation. Colin was thinking about what to say to Jen once he returned to LA when the sound of someone clearing their throat beside him caused him to look up. Tracy smiled and said "Hi!" in a bright and cheery voice. 

"Hi Tracy, how are you? Colin replied invitingly as he stood. "I didn't know you were still around. I figured that you would have left with the rest of the team this morning."

"Nope." Tracy said gesturing to the second seat "I'm staying for a bit. Mind if I join you?" 

"No, not at all, please, sit." Colin offered as Tracy sat across from him and picked up a menu. 

"I originally planned to go back today," Tracy said casually, "but I thought I'd stay and enjoy the sights, check out the beach, you know, take a break. I never really had any time off between my last job and coming here." 

"Oh really?" Colin said curiously. He recalled telling Mike a few weeks back that he was planning to extend his stay after the conference and he bet that Mike had mentioned it to the other members of the team. Colin continued "Same here. I wanted to get in some golf, relax a bit and see a bit of the night life here. We've had a few long months working on these recent projects, and I haven't taking any time off lately, so this was a great opportunity." Colin noticed that Tracy wasn't really focusing on the menu, but peaking up at Colin. When he mentioned golfing, she perked up.

"I was thinking the same thing" Tracy said back shyly. Actually, I'm up for a 9:30 tee time at Waialae, right beside the hotel. It a Club, but they opened it for the conference engineers this week and there are three of us playing today. Want to come?" The last question came from Tracy with hopeful excitement. She even sat a bit forward in her chair.

Colin was intrigued. Tracy had been shy around him at the office, but the last few days she'd been making an effort to be around him. Now today she was being a lot more forward and this gave him some encouragement. "Yes, that would be great!" he replied, his face brightening as hers erupted in a big smile.

"Wonderful!" Tracy said as Colin noticed the waiter approach. Tracy stood and said, "I'm just going to grab a coffee and muffin, but I'll meet you at the Club House in an hour?" 

"See you then." Colin replied, casually taking a sip of his coffee. As Tracy turned to head get her breakfast, Colin watched her cute behind and lovely legs. She was wearing beige shorts and yellow golf shirt, with white ankle socks and running shoes.

"Mmmmm, muffin sounds good." Colin mused as he watched Tracy approach the coffee counter. She took a quick look back at him and smiled. "This could be an interesting week," he thought as he took a final sip of his coffee, grabbed his last piece of toast and left the restaurant.

He'd been prepared for some golfing, so I didn't take long to change, get his clubs and get down to the lobby. The Hotel shuttle took him over to the Waialae Golf Course and Country Club, which Colin knew had recently hosted the Sony Open. Leaving his clubs at the door, Colin entered the Pro Shop and immediately spied Tracy checking in. Walking up behind her, he took another moment to admire her dark hair, which was neatly tied and sticking out the opening at the back of her golf cap. Tracy's nice curves, narrow waist and full bottom was certainly one to stir Colin's loins just as much as Jen's leaner figure had.

"Hi Tracy" Colin said as he stepped up beside her. Slightly startled, Tracy jumped back and brought her hand up to her chest. With a slight gasp she looked up at Colin.

"Oh, you startled me." She said.

"Mmmm, is that all I'm doing to you?" Colin returned. Looking down deeply into her eyes for a moment, he turned to the casher and pulled out his credit card.

"Oh no, it's ok." Tracy put in, pushing Colin's hand back. "Mike has arranged it all. He's here with Nikki. The four of us are playing together."

"A Foursome. Great!" Colin said energetically, putting his card away. "Lets go then." Colin motioned Tracy towards the door with a flourish of his arm, the old style way, with a slight bow, but keeping his eyes on Tracy. She giggled and quickly moved to the door, holding it open for him on the other side as he followed. 

The attendant had already loaded their bags into the cart and Colin let Tracy drive down to the first tee. As they approached, Colin saw Mike and Nikki standing close, with their drivers out looking ready to go. They were in a hushed conversation, and as Colin and Tracy stopped beside them Nikki stepped back a short way from Mike. She seemed a bit flustered, but had a bright smile on her face. Mike also had a broad smile and came around the cart to offer his hand to Colin.

"Hi buddy, surprise!" Mike announced. "I piggybacked on your idea to stay an extra week after the conference." Mike moved towards Colin as he got out of the cart. Pulling him closer, Mike shook Colin's hand and spoke quietly into his ear. "Nikki and I have been toying with each other for about a month now, but I've been a bit busy with other things. But when I mentioned I was going to stay after the conference to do some golfing, she said she played as well and would I mind if she hung with me."

"Excellent" Colin replied back with a wide grin. Knowing Mike, Nikki had already warmed to his infectious, charming manner, and he'd be interested in finding out more about what was going on with them over the course of the day. 

"Well, lets get off shall we?" Colin announced as the foursome ahead of them moved off the green of the first hole. Both Tracy and Nikki stifled giggles at Colin's announcement and he responded with a short laugh of his own.

"Yes." Nikki replied with a sly smile, "But who's going to get off first?"

Chapter VII

The match was great. Golfing is a challenge at the best of times and although both Mike and Colin were avid players, nobody was really keeping score. Keeping their eyes off the ladies was difficult. In addition, Nikki and Tracy often asked for a bit of 'instruction' and both Mike and Colin were eager to supply it. A little help positioning a leg, instruction on how to pull back and swing the club and matching the movements of the hips all contributed to building sexual tensions between them. By the time they'd reached the Clubhouse, the girls were noticeable excited and both Mike and Colin were keen on seeing how things would play out.

Tracy grabbed Nikki's hand and led her away to the bathroom as the guys went to the bar for drinks. Once in the bathroom, Nikki had to sit down for a moment, squeezing her legs together in obvious pent up excitement.

"I think I'm going to burst." Nikki said excitedly.

"I didn't know you and Mike were seeing each other?" Tracy replied.

"Well, I've been curious about Mike for a few months now and I know he's just out of a long-term relationship, so I thought he could use some time."

"Guys never seem to need much time." Tracy supplied. "So what have you two been up to?" Tracy asked as she went over to a stall.

Getting up and moving into the stall beside Tracy, Nikki explained "I've hinted on a couple occasions that I'm not attached, and I know he's been on the verge of suggesting something, but he's never gotten around to it. But now with the big project finished, Mike said he was taking extra time to do some golfing after the conference. I told him I played too, so here were are. Although up to now I haven't seen much of him."

"Ohhh, interesting. Tell me more." Tracy invited. The attraction seemed a similar story to hers with Colin, but Colin didn't know Tracy would be here after the conference. He definitely seemed preoccupied during the conference, except a few curious looks and inviting smiles when she approached him. She'd been extremely disappointed that he didn't make a move at dinner the other day. Maybe Nikki had had more luck with Mike.

"Oh, nothing so far", Nikki offered "but I'm very hopeful now since we can really be 'on vacation'. I'm horny as hell! The break outs and after hours gatherings provided some opportunity for flirting, but Mike was way too busy as part of the organizing committee. What about you and Colin? What's going on there?"

Tracy told Nikki that had hoped for more contact with Colin over the course of the conference but that didn't happen. Colin hadn't been around much after the organized activities and she didn't want to be too forward, not at least until this morning anyway. Now Tracy wondered if Mike had mentioned Colin's plans to her on purpose, to encourage her to arrange something. Mike had certainly been around enough to pick up on the fact that she was interested in Colin. However, Colin seemed truly surprised that she was also staying for a vacation when they spoke at breakfast, so maybe Mike didn't say anything to him after all.

"Well," Tracy continued, "I heard Colin was staying and didn't want to waste an opportunity to try to connect with him. Mostly I've been subtly flirting with him over the past weeks, but I think he was worried about office politics and all that, and I was almost ready to give up. Then last week, Mike told me Colin was staying after the conference to play golf, so I decided to make a move and see what I could do about generating some interest between us."

"Ha ha ha." Nikki laughed. "I KNOW Colin has been interested in you." Nikki flushed and came out to wash her hands. "He was asking around to find out if you were seeing anyone and I told him you weren't."

"Ahhh." Tracy came out and stood beside Nikki to wash and check her face. "That IS interesting." Finishing up, Tracy walked over to open the door. "Let's see what we can do about our mutual admiration society here, shall we?

Nikki stood and walked over an out the door, "Yes, we shall."

Chapter VIII

Colin and Mike sat beside each other at a table on the patio, talking quietly with drinks all ready for when the girls returned. "You dog." Mike laughed. "What have you been up to with Tracy? I thought you weren't sure about pursuing her?"

"Yeah, well I wasn't sure. The last few weeks have been brutal with the project, and the past few days I've been busy with other things." Colin responded, wriggling his eyebrows and giving Mike an evil grin. He casually took a sip of his drink and continued, "This thing with Tracy just cropped up this morning and I'm pretty sure she's been fixing things to get me interested in her." Colin looked back to the Clubhouse to see if the girls were returning, then leaned in closer to Mike. "And boy, with that hot body, I might just have to let her seduce me." Colin smiled and winked, raising his glass to Mike's just as the girls came back into view. 

Sitting down beside Mike, Nikki pulled her chair a bit closer and Tracy following suit, tentatively pulling hers closer to Colin. Rewarding her with one of his infectious smiles, Colin rose and moved Tracy's drink over to her making her feel at ease. Nikki flashed a brilliant smile at Tracy and giggled a bit. "I'm in the mood for something new to drink. What did you order? Tracy asked. Her bubbly personality coming out as she scooted forward on her chair to appraise the beverage in front of her. 

Colin winked at her and then to Nikki. "Appletinis for the lovely ladies." Colin supplied as Mike moved Nikki's drink over to her. The girls giggled again and sipped their drinks.

"Mmmm, lovely." Tracy responded. Looking over at Nikki, she asked "What do you think?"

"A few more of these and I'll be ready for anything" Nikki replied, looking over to Mike and wiggling her eyebrows. Both Mike and Colin raised their glasses and the girls joined in. "Aloha" they all chimed in and then broke out together in laughter.

The next couple of hours passed with talk of the best and worst shots of the day, with references added to how well the 'instruction' improved the girls game and how grateful they were for the help. Tracy became more and more enamored with Colin, touching his arm and later, putting her hand on his leg under the table. Colin had smiled and put his hand over hers, all the while he was explaining a particular chipping technique to Nikki. Nikki listened attentively, but seemed a bit distracted. Squirming a bit on her chair from time to time, she often asked Colin another probing question to keep him talking while she appeared to listen intently.

Mike was also listening, but his hand was busy working to caress the top of Nikki's thigh and down a bit further, switching his attention from watching her eyes and listening to Colin. Things settled a bit when the waiter first brought menus. Hungry from the round, they each ordered lunch and another round of drinks. The Appletinis were definitely loosening them up, and by the time coffees came they Colin and Tracy were more than comfortable with caressing each other's legs and arms. Well aware that the others were doing the same seemed to encourage them even more. Finally, Tracy moved her chair back and offered her hand to Colin. As he took it, Tracy suggested "Lets go back to the hotel and have a drink in the hot tub." 

Nikki squealed with excitement. "Oh, that's a great idea!" as she stood up. Mike signed the cheque and the four headed to catch the hotel shuttle, the girls each taking their guys hand and holding them close.




The Conference



"I'm sending you to Phoenix, Arizona," my boss announced. At first, I didn't think he could possibly be talking to me. 

"Sir?" 

"You heard me. There's a conference in Phoenix, and I want you to attend it... It's training to become management." 

I still didn't think I was hearing him right. "Sir?" 

He sighed deeply, as if he didn't want to admit this out loud. "You're wasted as a simple secretary. I want to you to go to the conference, and when you get back, I plan to promote you to the position that's opening next month." 

"How long is the training?" I wondered curiously. 

"Two weeks," he replied, and then his expression changed. He looked almost derisive now. "I'm also sending a young man named Jayson. The others want me to promote him to the position. He's a complete ass-kisser though, so, unless he shows more aptitude for it than I think he will, I intend for him to be your assistant." 

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to his statement, and stroked my necklace in thought. I settled for an obedient: "Yes sir." 

"See you when you get back," he smiled at me pleasantly and I knew I was being dismissed to go pack. 

***** 

"What do you mean there's only one room?" Jayson demanded, obviously upset. 

"I'm sorry sir, but this is a large national conference, and only one room is reserved for each company that decides to send attendees. Surely your superior mentioned this?" The woman checking us into the large hotel asked sweetly. 

No... He hadn't. Oh well, I'm sure he simply forgot. Whatever. "Jayson, stop being a baby and take the room key already." I commanded as I pocketed mine. "You there; bell hop!" I snapped my fingers and gestured for an idle man around 19 years old to come load my luggage onto a cart. As an afterthought, I handed him my room key, which - despite being an electronic key card - still had my room number engraved on it so I couldn't forget which one it was. 

He naturally hopped to it, and soon we were being shown around our small, two bed room. It had a private bathroom area, but that was the only amenity other than the standard tiny table and TV on a low wide dresser. I thanked him for his assistance and slipped him a tip as he handed me back my key. 

I tossed my purse on the bed closer to the window, and enjoyed the cool air flowing from the air conditioner located just under all the sunlight that poured in. The conference didn't start until tomorrow, and so I had nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon. 

Hmm... Phoenix is a big city, surely... 

I pulled out my cell phone and pressed the speed dial. A man answered, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't address him properly. "It's Elena. I'm in Phoenix. Tell me where the nearest haven is." 

He chuckled, and then gave me directions, ending with: "Have fun in Phoenix." I could hear his younger brother laughing in the background. 

"Yes, my - Yes, I will." I stated, a hint of a smile twisting my lips. 

"Where are you going?" Jayson asked, and I could tell that he was upset that I didn't plan to stay and complain about the unfairness of our situation with him. 

"Out," I responded as succinctly as possible. 

"Can I come? I've never been to Phoenix before. What's a haven? Is that a bar or club or something?" 

I crossed my arms across my chest and stared at him coldly. "Yes, it is. Haven means a safe place to get away, and no... you can't come." 

He grumbled under his breath, but didn't try to follow me as I grabbed my purse and left. 

***** 

"Princess!" A man greeted me warmly. I returned his warm smile and kissed him on the cheek. "Welcome to our region. Please let anyone know if you need anything at all!" 

I nodded in understanding, and then entered the large building. I simply could not wait to get out of these stifling clothes! Soon enough, my clothes and other belongings were in a locker in a room dedicated to storing clothes while the members walked around naked. 

The only thing I still wore was my silver necklace and the charm that proclaimed my status as a Princess. It was the triad of the Secret Society - the crown, cup, and scepter. 

On second thought... I reopened my locker and grabbed out a book from my purse that I was only halfway through reading. A few minutes later, I was reclining on a sturdy, cushion-lined wooden lounge chair. 

I opened my book, purposely ignoring the multitude of people who were suddenly fascinated by my presence. I barely had time to read a page before the first man knelt on my lounge chair - it was just wide enough to allow him to do so. He showed me his beautiful cock, and I opened my mouth so I could absently suck on him as I read my book. 

A woman spread my legs wide and practically devoured my clitoris. I loved every moment of it, but I was a Princess after all, I could not reward her so easily. I ignored her and kept my attention on my book. 

Eventually, she gifted me with my first orgasm of the day; I honored her gift by closing my eyes and fully savoring it until it was gone. Then, I went back to reading my book. The man I was sucking on had gotten off on watching me get off, and so he left me too. 

They were soon both replaced by others, both men this time. I sucked on the one but otherwise ignored them both as the second slipped right inside me and rode me as hard as he could. This made it a bit difficult to read my book, but I wasn't about to let him know that! 

This pattern remained, men and women both flocking to me to try out the visiting Princess, until I was thoroughly satisfied. I don't think I read more than 2 pages of my book! Even then, I'm probably going to have to reread them later. I smiled as I petted my last lover on the head. 

She was an absolutely luscious woman, and I was sorely tempted to invite her to my room for the night, but I didn't want to give Jayson the pleasure of watching us make each other scream. 

***** 

Three days into the conference, I knew one thing more certainly than anything else; my boss was right! Jayson really was a kiss-ass. He simply could not do anything unless told to, but what he did do was done very well with a high level of attention to detail. If he was actually placed in charge of a department, it would soon fall into chaos! 

I had fallen into the habit of showering right after the conference ended for the day, which understandably puzzled Jayson when I then showered after returning from the Secret Society's Regional Headquarters each night. He had no idea that it was necessary to shower at that point. 

He gave me a probing stare when I stepped out of the bathroom, ready to leave for the evening. "Will you please reconsider bringing me with you? I have nothing to do here while you're gone, and it's frustrating." 

"You could always sightsee," I suggested. 

"I wouldn't know where to go," he shrugged. 

I studied him with mild curiosity, an idea forming that made me grin in a way I'm sure probably scared him at least a little. 

"Fine, I'll bring you. However, you have to do exactly as I say at all times. Understand?" 

He hesitated, scratching the part of his jaw located under his ear nervously. "Like what?" 

"Simple, everything. If I tell you to do something, you do it," I informed him firmly. I already knew that he would agree. After all, that was what he was best at... following orders... 

"Yeah, okay, I guess I can do that," he admitted almost shyly. 

I nodded, and then gestured for him to follow me. Soon, we were stepping up to the entrance of the Regional Headquarters. 

"Welcome back, Princess!" The guard at the door greeted me. He then glared at Jayson for a moment before casting me a questioning look. 

"I need a suitable visitor's pass. Let me see what you have." 

The guard nodded, and then held out a box of chains and charms. I sorted through it, tossing aside the majority - which were plain, underage-observer charms. Finally, I located one that made me cackle in anticipation. It was made out of plain steel, but the circle - if one looked properly - was a whip, and the charm inside it was a noose. This would send a message to all that he was bound to me, and could not be touched without my permission. 

I placed the necklace around Jayson's neck with a devious grin. It was too short a chain for him to pull it off, and the clasp naturally locked so that only one who knew how to unlock it could remove it from him. He gave me a look that was half afraid and half curious, and then followed me through the doors. 

I walked straight to the room where we could undress and store our clothes. Jayson gasped as I abruptly pushed my skirt to the floor. He was deluded if he thought that I would bring him here just to have sex with him when we could easily do that in our room if that's what I wanted. 

I glared at him just as I grasped the bottom of my shirt. "Well... What are you waiting for? Strip!" 

He stuttered in confusion, but then complied. I pointed out the empty locker next to mine in case he hadn't noticed it. I naturally finished stripping before he did, and then watched with a blank expression as he forced himself to remove his blue and white striped boxers. I think he was afraid that I would see his penis because he faced away from me as he did this. 

The moment his locker was shut, I turned to walk away. "Come on!" 

He made a strange sound, but then followed me. I wonder if he was thinking that there was still time to get dressed and leave. I'd let him if he wanted, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he needed this. He needed someone to take a firm grip on his invisible reins and tell him what to do. 

I nodded to others as they greeted me; calling out "Princess!" eagerly. 

I located "my" lounge chair and stared at its occupant until he gasped - he hadn't noticed me standing there at first - and then vacated my seat. 

"Terribly sorry, Princess!" He apologized respectfully. 

I nodded graciously as he stepped to the side. Then, I faced Jayson and pointed to a spot right next to my lounge chair. 

"Stand there, place your hands on the back of your head, and don't move!" I commanded imperiously. 

Jayson hopped to, but I could see that he had no idea what was going on or why he was actually following my orders. I delicately arranged myself on the lounge chair. 

The man who had sat here fiddled with Jayson's charm curiously. "Princess Elena? May I play with your slave?" 

I made a great show of thinking this over. "Hmm... no. I think he needs to stand absolutely still for quite a bit longer. If he moves, you may spank him for me." 

He grinned wolfishly as Jayson gasped, looking at me in dismay and astonishment. His eager taskmaster whacked him one on the ass. 

"Eyes forward!" 

Jayson hastily complied, his face thoroughly red. 

A woman appeared as if by magic. She was my luscious lover, as eager to please me as I was to watch her do so. I grinned at her and she returned my grin, chuckling suggestively as she massaged my legs, working her way up until she was teasing my moist opening with her fingers. 

A man walked over to us and presented his beautiful cock for me to suck on. I took him into my mouth eagerly, wondering if Jayson was trying to watch me out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Princess?" A girl gained my attention. She looked like she had only been initiated recently. "May I play with your slave?" 

I paused the fellatio I was performing to answer her. "Not yet, my pet. He's still being punished. However, you may stroke his shaft and fondle him to your heart's content, just do not allow him to climax." 

"Yes, my Princess!" She agreed eagerly. 

I glanced at the man watching over Jayson for me. "Remember to punish him harshly if he should dare ejaculate!" 

"Yes, my Princess!" He agreed, grinning at me. 

Jayson whimpered in fear at the potential unknown punishment, and then groaned as the girl stroked his already rock hard shaft. 

By this time, my luscious lover made me cry out with orgasm, and then made room for a new man to take her place. He rammed into me in the most delightful way. "Ah!" I chanted. 

Both he and the man I was sucking on filled me at the same time, making me sigh in content. 

"Princess, may I whip you?" 

I looked up at the powerfully gorgeous man, his golden necklace and charm catching my attention instantly. "Yes, my King!" I agreed at once. I had not yet met the King of this region, but I was extremely grateful that he was standing before me now. 

He led me to the wall of punishment, and I knew without looking that my volunteer taskmaster was whacking Jayson as an incentive for him to follow me like a good slave should. 

I faced the wall and firmly gripped the bars placed at the right height in front of me. The taskmaster commanded Jayson to: "Watch closely as your Mistress dutifully receives her punishment. If you displease her, it will be you there instead of her." 

Jayson paled in alarm and I smirked at him a moment before facing the wall once more. The King whipped me quite suddenly, making me moan huskily. I heard him make a soft noise of pleasure and knew that he was thrilled that I could take whatever he wanted to give me. 

He lashed out again and again until I was begging him for mercy. Each lash made my hips sway, as if I was both trying to escape and begging for more. He stopped the moment he sensed that it was getting to be too much for me to handle. 

He snapped his fingers commandingly, prompting me to drop to my hands and feet. I turned until I was staring at his feet. "Are you a good girl?" 

"No... I'm so very naughty," I purred a confession. 

He laughed, mildly surprised at my honesty. "Ahhh, I thought so. Shall I punish you some more?" 

"If it pleases you, my King," I murmured, honestly hoping that he wouldn't and that he would. 

"Let me see if you can please this cock," he gestured to indicate the beautiful length jutting straight out from his body. We were more or less following a script - a common role-playing fantasy - and yet, it seemed so real to me in that moment. 

"Yes," I replied almost breathlessly, and opened my mouth wide to accommodate him as much as possible. 

He moaned and rocked his hips. A moment later, he snapped his fingers, silently ordering someone to stroke my ass. I felt a solid hardness push against the tight hole between my buttocks and purposely took a deep breath so that I could exhale all the tension from my body. 

They timed their thrusts so that they were both banging into me at the same time, and I was helpless to do anything but let them. I moaned as I felt a hand seek out something interesting to play with between my legs. 

The next moment, there were two hungry mouths sucking on my breasts; I was utterly lost in the pleasure! I let it carry me away until I felt like I was almost floating near the clouds. A moment later, my body convulsed violently in climax, and I would have screamed if I could. 

The King rewarded me with his hot and salty cum, and then snapped his fingers again. Everyone else instantly abandoned me. 

"Shall I tie you to my bed and use you however I please until morning?" He asked in a way that made it clear that I had a choice despite my vow. 

I sighed with longing. "I wish you could, my King, but I cannot stay too long. After all, I am in Phoenix on business, and I do not wish to risk my job," I explained. 

"I understand," he assured me pleasantly. "Perhaps another time." 

I nodded vigorously. "This weekend, probably." 

He smiled at me, and then walked away. I rolled backwards so that I could sit on my feet and rub my mildly sore wrists. I looked up to find Jayson obediently watching me. 

I held my hand out for his taskmaster, who promptly helped me up. I traced a line across Jayson's chest. Walking a full circle around him, I leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

"You liked that, didn't you? You want that, don't you? You want me to punish you. No..." I dropped my voice even lower. "You want him to punish you." 

Jayson whimpered, his face immediately contorted in a look of deep confliction. Part of him clearly longed to be punished, and part of him was deeply horrified by the prospect. 

"Tell me," I commanded softly. 

He took a deep breath and held it. 

"Tell me!" I demanded firmly. 

"Yes... Mistress... I want you to punish me." 

I thought so, I smirked. "Then brace yourself on the wall." 

He hesitated for a moment, and then did as I ordered. He grasped the bars firmly, and I watched his chest expand and contract rapidly as fear coursed through his body. Knowing that this was his first time, I purposely selected a softer whip. One that would sting plenty, but wouldn't actually hurt him. It wouldn't even leave welts. 

He moaned and writhed as I whipped him, and after a few minutes, he even begged for me to whip him harder. I accepted the standard whip that the taskmaster held out to me, granting Jayson's wish. 

I instinctively knew when he was close to squirting all over the wall and stopped. I looked at the clock and was amazed to see how much time had passed. Smiling, I handed the whip back to the taskmaster. 

"You've done well for your very first day. I think it's time we leave now. Come Jayson," I beckoned expectantly. 

The taskmaster inclined his head with an expression of sudden understanding. Now it made sense why I wouldn't let anyone else truly touch him. He was untrained and uninitiated. It would be almost cruel to let anyone play with him until he was ready and willing. 

Jayson followed me quietly, stealthily wiping tears from his face. I knew without asking that he had been feeling both pleasure and pain, and the intensity of it had moved him to tears of both joy and despair. Yes... I well knew how he felt. 

We dressed in silence, and then left, hailing a cab to drive us back to the hotel. Not a single word passed either of our lips until we were back in our room and I had stripped again so that I could take a shower. 

"What...?" His face crumpled in confusion as he tried to figure out how to ask me his burning questions. I'm sure there were so many that he didn't know where to start. 

I pointed to a spot in the small bathroom next to the toilet as I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He moved to the spot I'd indicated without a moment's thought; I waited for him to realize this. I watched him over my shoulder as it dawned on him that he was standing perfectly still with his hands on the back of his head. 

Hiding a smirk, I stepped into the shower and gave him a soft command as I finished closing the already partially closed curtain. "A slave should be naked at all times." 

He immediately undressed and I stealthily peaked at the expression on his face. He was incredulous that he obeyed so instantly. I knew what he did not... he had been a slave long before I met him. 

"Tell me," I said as if I were pondering an amusing anecdote. "How old were you when you first had sex. How many partners have you had, and were they male or female?" 

"17. I've had five lovers... four were female..." 

"Very good," I purred, smiling at him even though he couldn't see me through the shower curtain. "Tell me about the man." 

"He... he... ... When I was in college, I got drunk one night at a party, and one of the guys offered to help me get back to my dorm. He then took advantage of my drunkenness and..." 

I purred again. "Did you like it?" 

"I didn't think I did..." he murmured. I could almost feel him remembering that night and wondering if perhaps he reveled in the helplessness of it after all. 

By now, I was clean - thank the Gods for the detachable showerhead which made it so much easier to wash the intimate parts! I stepped out of the shower, and then held my arms open in a silent demand for him to dry me off with a towel. He stared at me curiously until I glanced at the towels, and then he complied almost frantically. 




The Conference



Once I was dry, I walked to my bed, sitting on the edge. He frowned at me as I smirked at him. My expression changed to expectation once more, and I wondered if he would be able to figure out what I wanted. 

"What is that place?" He finally asked me. I pointed to a spot about a foot in front of me, inexplicably happy when he instantly stood there in the correct position. 

"Kneel." 

He obeyed. 

"As you may have figured out by now, I am part of a secret society. We have far too many rules and beliefs to fully explain right now, but as I'm sure you noticed, the society revolves around sex." 

He nodded and I saw a look of near enlightenment cross his face. It was almost as if having his suspicion confirmed opened something inside him. I watched him consider his next question and waited patiently. I would only answer three tonight. 

"Why did you bring me there?" 

I laughed. "You asked, of course! I had a feeling that it might suit you." 

I waited for his last question, hoping for his sake that he chose well. 

"Why did you stop whipping me when you did?" He almost whispered; his eyes on the floor but his hands still on the back of his head. 

"Hmm..." I debated not telling him, but then softened. "Because I did not want you to cum yet." 

"You... knew?" He asked incredulously. 

Technically I was only going to answer 3 questions, but I made a concession for this one. "Yes. Now, prove to your Mistress that you are eager to please." 

He remained on his knees but walked forward until he was between my legs. I spread them wide in invitation, and then watched him slowly press his face where I wanted it. I could see him mentally asking permission, and also wondering if this was what I referred to. 

It was. 

He cast his hesitation aside, and then plunged his tongue into me almost forcefully. His hands grasped my hips and pulled me closer to him as he explored my already wet and eager hole. I cried out happily, flopping onto my back and pushing my hips into his face even more. 

He continued to worship me until I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed a pillow to muffle my screams so that the attendees in the surrounding rooms didn't hear me. I really didn't want them to think that this cold-hearted bitch was actually full of passion. 

I panted as my orgasm faded; enjoying Jayson's fingers as they curiously probed me. 

"Thank you Jayson. You may go to bed now," I stated as if discussing nothing more important than the weather. 

He whimpered in disappointment. I chuckled mischievously. "Is there something you want?" 

"Yes," he admitted. 

"And what is it that you want?" I asked, feigning ignorance. 

"I have been on fire with need for hours! Please..." 

"Please what, Jayson?" 

"Please let me cum too," he whispered again. 

"Do you think you deserve to be rewarded?" I wondered. 

He thought this over very carefully. I could see him wondering if this was a trap, and then he decided that he didn't care. He'd take a punishment if I wouldn't reward him. 

"Yes, I think I've been a very good slave today," he stated with conviction. 

"And so you have," I graciously agreed, patting my thigh in invitation. 

He mounted me, and then stared at my lips as he clearly wondered if he should kiss me before entering me. I licked my lips slowly and he responded by sucking on them greedily. 

I sighed as he entered me, wrapping my legs around him so that I had the leverage to clamp my inner muscles onto his shaft. He groaned heavily and I could sense that he was fighting not to cum right then and there. 

His thrusts were almost as timid as he was. They felt unsure, like he had no idea which pace would best please me. This was his reward, so technically, I was fine with whatever pace pleased him. 

I rocked my hips into him encouragingly. His speed increased until I was gasping in pleasure. I wanted him to last all night, but I knew he couldn't hold out any longer. He started pulsing inside me, and I responded by clamping my muscles tight around him once more. 

"Oh God!" He gasped blissfully; I could feel his body shake from the unexpected intensity of his climax. 

I waited for him to recover a bit and withdraw, then I shifted until I was lying properly in the bed with the covers over me. 

"Jayson... do you wish to sleep in your own bed, or with your Mistress?" I asked, giving him a rare choice. 

"With you, my Mistress," he murmured. I held open the covers and let him crawl in bed with me. 

The next morning, I woke before him and watched his face as he slowly became aware of where he was and what had happened. He blushed, and then took a few deep breaths to calm his suddenly erratic heartbeat. Once he had himself under control, he dared to crack one eye open so that he could steal a peek at me. 

"Good morning Jayson," I greeted him with a warm smile, and then a quick kiss. 

"Good morning... Mistress?" 

I could tell he was wondering how long I planned to make him play this role. The answer - which I did not tell him - was however long he let me. 

"Call room service and order us something for breakfast. I expect you to remember what I ordered the last few mornings and get me the same." 

Jayson looked disappointed that I wasn't already suggesting that we have sex again, but I could also see him beam with pride that he actually did remember what I'd ordered. He got out of bed to comply, meanwhile, I decided that a visit to the bathroom was in order. 

That day passed agonizingly slowly, but finally I was in the shower of our room once more. Jayson waited at the spot, and was in position. I made him remain dressed since he had already had a shower this morning and didn't really need another. 

I did not order him to follow me, nor did I ask or pay any attention him at all. Nevertheless, he remained right behind me as I left the room to go to the Headquarters. Mentally, I was grinning at his eagerness. 

The very moment that I reclined on my lounge chair - which, incidentally, was not the only one here, but I had claimed it and considered it my territory - a handful of people showed up. They all begged to play with my slave. I looked to Jayson, studying him for a moment as he kept his gaze firmly forward and his hands on the back of his head. 

I could see him mildly panic, but there was something akin to excitement coloring his expression. I faced my eager posse and smiled. 

"He may please you all with his mouth and hands, but no one may please him or enter him in any other way. Understand?" I demanded insistently. 

"Yes Princess!" They all agreed without the slightest hesitation. I could see that it was the volunteer taskmaster, the eager initiate from yesterday, 2 other women, and one other man. They forced Jayson to stand a few feet away from me so that they had room to stand around him. 

He whimpered, but instinctively knew that he better not dare protest or speak in any way. The initiate dragged a relatively high chair over to Jayson, and then ordered him to kneel. The chair placed her at the perfect height to wrap her legs around his face, and she clearly relished every moment of his tonguing. 

Meanwhile, the two men each firmly forced him to grasp them with a hand and pump their shafts vigorously. The initiate had not yet cultivated true stamina, so she soon vacated the chair so that an older woman could take her place. 

This woman knew exactly what she liked, and used a hand in Jayson's hair to guide him as necessary. She watched him pump the men's shafts, her excitement growing exponentially. Even so, she still took her time climaxing. 

The third woman obligingly performed the trick to stop the men from cumming too soon, and they groaned in disappointment even as they thanked her for her assistance. When it was her turn to sit in the chair, one of the men asked her to wait a moment. 

He gently thrust his cock in Jayson's face and silently dared the slave to suck him off. Jayson hesitated for only a moment, and then opened his mouth. 

I was busy enjoying a few lovers of my own - of course - but it amused me to keep an eye on him. I could tell by his expression that he had never once imagined himself sucking on a thick and beautiful cock before, but now that he was, he rather liked it. 

The man he sucked gave him plenty of advice and tips on how to do a good job. I already knew that Jayson made it point of personal pride to always do as he was told exceedingly well. As a result, it didn't take long for the man to fill his mouth. From the look of it, there was quite a bit pumping into Jayson; his throat moved oh-so-sensually as he swallowed. 

He turned his attention to the third woman, his hand still stroking the taskmaster's shaft. Now, his strokes were almost eager, as if he was just waiting to suck on the long thin shaft. I think the taskmaster was planning out a few other things to teach my unexpectedly acquired little love slave. 

The third woman gushed all over Jayson's face just as I cried out from my own pleasure. I immediately rolled over and adjusted my chair so that I could lie on my stomach as I watched him. I paid no attention to the man who entered me from behind.  

Jayson was so beautiful as he opened his mouth for his taskmaster. I smiled fondly as I watched his head bob vigorously back and forth. The taskmaster had a hand on his head, gently encouraging Jayson. 

He asked Jayson to lick and then suck on his balls. Jayson complied, wondering why he hadn't thought of this before. A small drop of fluid eventually emerged from the tip of the taskmaster's shaft, and I saw a matching drop fall from Jayson's fully erect and interestingly throbbing shaft. 

Jayson didn't even need to be told. He licked up the drop and then covered as much of the shaft as he could with his mouth. The taskmaster's balls seemed to clench, and then his shaft began to pulse in a way that made me wish I was licking it too. 

As I describe these events, it sounds like mere minutes have passed, but it's been hours. I decided that we had just enough time for one more thing before we had to go, and this time, I'm leaving us enough time to eat dinner before we go to bed! 

I waved away a pair of lovers who were only mildly interested in me. They haven't asked me for sex yet, so I am allowed to tell them no thanks. Getting to my feet, I stood over Jayson and the still pulsing taskmaster. 

"Jayson, you've been such a good little slave today, but even so, I feel like punishing you. Up against the wall please." 

Jayson waited only long enough for his taskmaster to stop cumming, and then silently complied. I touched the taskmaster's arm in quiet permission. He immediately grinned, and then selected an instrument of punishment. 

I smiled with amused interest as the taskmaster decided that his hand was the only thing he needed. He stood in the perfect spot to spank Jayson; inexplicably, I suddenly felt intensely horny, like I hadn't had sex in days! Not even my hand on my chest could calm my thundering heartbeat! 

I gestured for a man to kneel before me, holding my lower set of lips open so that he could lick me clean and suck on my clitoris. He was skilled enough to make me nearly swoon, but I determinedly kept my eyes open and on Jayson. His whimpering cries were like music to my ears. 

All too soon, I was crying out from the strongest orgasm I've had today, and I couldn't help but notice that Jayson reacted to my cry by shuddering. He's obviously close to cumming himself, so I cried out: "That's enough!" 

His taskmaster reluctantly complied, but was so worked up himself by this point that he gave Jayson no choice but to suck on him for the 20 or so seconds before he exploded. Jayson seemed pleased, as if this was proof that he'd done a good job. 

I answered Jayson's many questions during dinner, and then we returned to our room. I desperately wanted to be a good Mistress and order him about as I showered, but I simply could not wait to have him inside me. 

Stripping as quickly as I possibly could, I jumped into bed, and then granted him permission to claim his reward. Tonight, he was excited beyond belief, and did not hesitate in the slightest. He rode me hard, making me shudder from the divine pleasure. 

***** 

The two weeks passed far too quickly. Jayson quietly brooded all during the flight home. To be honest, I think I was brooding as well. 

"You're the Princess of the Society in our Region, right?" Jayson asked. 

I nodded. "If you'd like, I can have you initiated. You won't need to take all the training - since I've trained you a good deal already - but some additional training is necessary. What do you think?" 

Jayson silently looked at the seat in front of him, and then turned to me so he could whisper. "I want whatever my Mistress wishes." 

I was so happy to hear that! Grinning, I leaned forward to kiss him. "In that case, you shall move into my house the moment we return. I shall have your training completed, and then you will be initiated into my society." 

Jayson smiled and I intuitively knew he simply couldn't wait. 

By the time we returned to work on Monday, he was more or less living with me. He still had a few things to unpack, but surprisingly, there wasn't much he wanted to bring with him. 

Our boss - the CEO of the company we worked for - took one look at us after we arrived, and a confused expression settled on his face. "Something's different." 

I smiled mysteriously. "The difference is that I plan to be an excellent manager, and he plans to assist me to the best of his abilities." 

The boss nodded slowly, as if this made sense, and yet, it did not explain everything. 

"Jayson, I'd like some tea with cream but no sugar, and the Boss likes his coffee black. You have five minute," I stated, fully expecting to be obeyed. 

"Yes M- ... Elena," he replied obediently with a slightly embarrassed grin, and then took off to fulfill my order. 

"Yes M...?" My boss questioned curiously. 

I waved away his interested with a laugh. "Yes Ma'am. I've been a bit overzealous." 

"I see," my boss smirked. "I just knew you had what it took to be a good manager." 

I grinned, vibrantly happy. You have no idea!



The Conference



Jack started a new teaching job and shared his classroom with a cute, energetic, twenty-three year-old female teacher named Nicole. Nicole and she had been working at the school for nearly two years, but she was relatively new to the teaching profession. Even though Jack had been teaching for a long time, since he was new to that school, she was considered the lead teacher on his academic team. She was very eager and professional. She lacked the jaded sense of humor that Jack had. She still cared very much about her teaching skills and was always looking to attend meetings and conferences. Jack went out of his way to avoid other teachers. He was happy to just shut his door, and teach kids the way he had for the last ten years. Now he had to be a "team-player," and his team-mate was "Gung-Ho."

At least she was easy on the eyes. Nicole had short blond-red hair and the most gorgeous eyes Jack had ever seen. Her figure also seemed to be quite good, although she always wore her clothes loose and baggy. Jack could never tell exactly how nice the figure was, except to know that her breasts were large, well proportioned, and very firm. She had great lines. Jack would see hints of this when she sat and crossed her legs, or shifted in a chair, causing the excess fabric of her clothing to crease and show brief glimpses of her wonderful curves and balanced angles. Her sexuality had an evasive edge that helped him get through boring days with a fairly active imagination.

Working together, they got to know each other very well. She was from a fairly well to do family. Her father was a successful business man and her mother was an educator. She said that she was married, but that her and her husband lived more like room mates than lovers. Jack was very married. He and his wife were about to celebrate their tenth anniversary with a night of pizza and videos. He figured Nicole was just eluding to a dry season in their three year marriage. He had no idea just how unhappy she had become. While he had decided to fantasize about her when ever the impulse took him, he had every intention to remain just work partners and friends. He would later find out, she had different ideas.

The nature of their teaching assignment had them spending a great deal of time together. After the first year, they became even closer. Jack soon learned that this "rookie" had re-energized his teaching. She was also very handy with computers, and drug him, kicking and screaming, into the digital age. In fact, before long, he found himself "surfing" the web at high speeds during lunch and also during slower periods. His surfing took to him to some interesting places. The school was supposed to have "firewalls," but they rarely worked. Eventually, he found a spot where stories and discussions involving sexual fantasies were being shared by others. The "literotica" web-site was one location where he frequented. Most of his colleagues would never believe that Jack had actually done some hack writing for men's publications and a soft por publisher back in the early eighties. Reading these online stories rejuvenated his muse. Before long he was writing, and selling his fiction again.

One morning he was checking my e-mail and I found this message:

"Jack, Please do not be mad at me, I had no intentions on snooping into your personal business. However, by accident I found some stories which really caught my eye. I think you know which ones I mean. I was just wondering... Is it true? Can men really do the things you write about?"

--Nicole

Jack looked down at his desk and realized how careless he had been. He had forgot to put two of the stories he had printed out away. She was probably in his room looking for some of the documents they were working on for their Thematic Science Fiction Unit they were getting ready to present to the State Board of Education. Nicole must have accidentally found them.

Jack closed his eyes and cursed himself for being so stupid. What if a student or administrator had found those? His fears gave way to fantasies. He imagined Nicole working late at night. He could almost envision her slipping into his room and shuffling the papers on his desk and then her cute little mouth forming a surprised "O" as she read the first manuscript. He could see her slipping down into his big leather chair and reading further. He imagined her conscience kicking in. She probably told herself that she was going to stop and just put them away, but was compelled to read on when the topic of enhancing orgasms was mentioned in one of them. Then he saw her in his mind's eye walk to the door and shut and lock it, her eyes never leaving the printed pages. He could imagine one of her graceful fingers toying with the collar of her blouse as he cheeks flushed. He could almost hear her breathing quicken and see her thighs part as she slid back in his leather chair; her hand descending into her lap as she read further and further. . .

The bell rang. Students came into the room. Jack quickly slid under his desk to hide his erection and started looking over a grammar book-the only sure way to ice his currently boiling blood. The last bell went slowly. He was very disconnected and distracted. He had a hard time focusing on his lesson plans. He kept averting his eyes every time Nicole looked over at him from her desk. It was a good thing that he had to teach just half of the block. 

He apologized to Nicole that afternoon when the students and most of the staff had left the building. He went on to explain to her that the stories she read were mostly made up, but that the act of breath holding and that Tantric meditation did enhance sexual sensation. Certain skills could be learned by patient men that could increase the pleasure and intensity of orgasms for both male and female partner. She muttered a suggestion that he should tutor her husband, but he laughed and explained that while guys share stories of conquests, they rarely share tips. He lent her a number of books, and hoped her husband would have the sense to do some studying. He didn't think much more of their conversation until several week passed by.

A few months later, Nicole and Jack made the trip to Frankfort to attend the KSBE conference. They had adjoining rooms in a very plush resort. They laughed about never leaving the room and ordering room service, until they walked by the fabulous pool and fitness center. It was arranged in a lovely rain forest motif. Jack couldn't wait to get unpacked and down to the hot tub which was enclosed in glass block and covered with ferns and vines.

They waved goodbye and went to their separate rooms. As Jack clicked the bolt to the adjoining door between their rooms, his fingers lingered with temptation. Nicole was absolutely stunning in her dress/suit. It was the first time he had ever seen just how wonderful she was. It took every ounce of reserve to keep his eyes on her face and not drifting along those wondrous curves. At last he shut the door firmly, latched the bolt, and drank three double bourbon and waters as he stared at his wedding ring. 

Feeling comfortably numb, he slipped into his suit and closed a thick terry cloth robe around himself. He grabbed his room key and a towel and headed down to the hot tub. It was late, and the pool area was fairly deserted. Jack tossed his robe and towel onto a chair and slipped into the hot gurgling water. He closed his eyes and floated away into steamy bliss.

His peace was mildly interrupted when he heard Nicole enter the pool area and say hello to him. He open his eyes a slit and waved hi, the alcohol and hot tub making him very mellow. She stood by the edge of the tub and he looked up. He saw that she was wearing a large white terry cloth robe. The robe ran all the way down to her ankles so again, and he was foiled the view of her legs. She seemed about to disrobe and slide in with him, but wavered. She had a folder and portfolio under her arm-always working.

"Just a few last minute details. You stay there and relax, I can handle it."

Jack followed her with his eyes as she gracefully padded across the wooden deck which led to the pool area. It was the first time he actually looked at the pool. His first glimpse of the pool was awesome. It was the coolest looking pool he had ever seen. It was free from, with 4 different, but connected, lagoons. Two of the lagoons were shallow, with a cascade at one end. The other was actually a lap pool and the other, the largest was the deep end and had a diving board. Nicole padded over to one end of the poll and sat down on a chaise and went to work. She kept the robe on. Jack muttered a curse and slipped deeper in the swirling water.

Jack drifted off into a light sleep. Once again he was very relaxed. He took deep breaths and let the stress flow out of his body. Suddenly, he felt a stirring in his lap. At first he thought an air bubble from the jets had strayed beneath his suit. He felt the opening around his thigh tug slightly. He had a sizable erection and opened his eyes to make sure it had not bobbed free of his suit. As he opened his eyes he was very surprised. Nicole had slipped into the tub across from him. As he turned to look at her, he was amazed at what he saw. She too had her eyes closed. She had her mouth slightly open and was breathing heavily. Her left leg had drifted upward in the bubbling water and was floating over his thighs. She had angled her foot downward and her toes had slipped just inside his briefs. He closed his eyes again, afraid to startle her. He felt her foot slide further in his lap and could feel her toes flex and pull at his bobbing cock. He heard her moan slightly and wondered if she were awake or asleep. The pad of her foot now rested fully on the slope of his cock and her toes clenched at his straining girth. Jack moaned and slipped his fingers under the water to her ankle and began to stroke her leg under the water. Nicole breathed sharply and opened her eyes. She pulled her foot from his lap and her cheeks went flush.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed and shifted further away in the tub. Jack kept his hand on her leg and pulled her back toward him in the water. Her eyes grew wide and she pulled her leg away.

"I don't think that is a good idea." 

Jack smiled at her and let his hand drift away. Nicole cleared her throat demurely and stepped out of the tub. Jack's eyes followed her as she rose and walked over to the pool. She had on a beautiful, blue, one-piece suit, which hugged her body and dipped low around her breasts and was cut high along her thighs. She had a much better body than he had ever pictured under all of those baggy clothes she wore at work. As she approached the pool she turned back at him and she asked "What are you waiting for? I think we could both use a swim in the cool water."

Jack lifted from the tub. His erection was raging and barely stayed in his suit. He saw her eyes measure it, and didn't care. He intended to fuck her-their complicated circumstances be dammed. He walked over to the pool and dove in smoothly with the exception of the rudder between his legs. Just as he started to swim towards her and get more aggressive, she suddenly lunged at him. Her momentum pushed him over the edge of the shallow underwater shelf into the deeper end and he grabbed onto her right arm and pulled her in with him. He heard her scream just as they dipped below the surface of the water. He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her before she swallowed the pool. As his mouth covered hers and his tongue slid inside her hot mouth it seemed surreal; the warmth and sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The taboo of the two of them, married co-workers, kissing so deeply and fiercely was intoxicating. The pool had been formed with large rocks on the side and had a dark-blue tile bottom, which made the water look darker than it was. With the subtle garden lighting, it was as if they were marooned in a tropical paradise. He cupped one of Nicole's buttocks as he kissed her and kicked forward propelling both of their bodies to the safety of the shallow end. They surfaced and she tried to swim away from him. He swam after her and dunked her. He was already getting very excited and when she brushed up against his erect cock as she surfaced, he nearly spread her legs and fucked her right there against the steps of the pool. He decided to tease her a bit and swam away from her. He wanted to see how deep the pool was and dove down. His powerful stroke carried his body down and I could feel the warm water sluice as his legs followed his torso down. Clearing out his ears, he finally reached the bottom and looked up. He could see her treading water above me and gauged the pool to be 12-16 feet deep. He released some air and watched as the bubbles danced around her body. He surfaced next to her and they kissed. At first the kiss was soft and gentle, but soon it became heated and ferocious as their tongues were dancing around each other. They fought to stay above the surface, while holding on to each other, but soon just gave up and went under. They blew out some air and started to slowly sink as they continued to fondle and kiss. His feet hit the bottom first and he bent his knees to allow her to touch. They remained on the bottom, eyes wide shut and still kissing. She really was the most curious woman he ever kissed. Her tongue darted in and out tentatively, exploring every centimeter of his mouth. There was such a marvelous passion in the way she used her lips that it seemed as if she was trying to suck the air out of his lungs. She pulled off of him and pushed off of the bottom and headed towards the surface. He quickly followed. They broke the surface and giggled like teenagers. She swam over to the ladder and then twirled in the water like an expert polo player. She positioned him against the ladder and leaned her curvaceous body against his. She brushed his hand away when he tried to fondle her copious breasts and gave him the "naughty boy" sign with a waving finger.

Nicole pushed his hands back and had him stand on the fourth rung of the ladder. She took three deep rapid breaths and puled herself down his body. She reached down and started to tug at his swimsuit. It was tied and she began to untie it. She finally freed the tie and came back up for a few breaths. When he tried to use his hands to explore her body, she placed them back on the ladder hand-holds. She kissed the tip of his nose, repeated her deep breaths and plunged back under water. Jack looked below the rippling water and nearly came when he saw what Nicole was about to do. He gasped as he continued to look down and saw her grab onto the sides of his shorts and give them a yank. They came down to his knees and his cock sprung free. The water swirled around his balls and shaft as she continued to work the shorts down to his ankles and then off. She let them fall out of her hands and moved up to take him into her mouth. A few bubbles escaped her mouth as she swallowed about half of his prong--effortlessly.

He slid one hand from the ladder and reached down and placed it on the back of her head while holding onto the ladder with the other. She seemed to enjoy this and began twirling her head as he guided her. He watched her work her underwater magic and thought to himself how at ease she seemed in the water. He was surprised that she could only hold her breath for so long. He thought he had remembered her telling him she was not much of a "water" person. She continued on and he was getting more and more turned on. Her mouth has incredibly hot and bobbed over him like a piston. He closed his eyes and let go of the ladder. They sank downward, but she never lost her hold. She was still down, licking and bobbing her head on his thickening tool, occasionally letting go a few bubbles, which would dance to the surface. This continued on for a surprisingly long time and he was actually beginning to feel the need to breathe, but she seemed like a machine. She seemed oblivious to the need for air. He lost his thoughts as the waves of his first orgasm hit him. He could feel the cum load in his prick and wanted to pull free, but also wanted it to squirt out of his thick cock and deep in her flexing throat, so he let it go. He felt the explosion and expected to see her come rushing to the surface ready to slap him, but his streams of cumm did not stop her. In fact, she sped up the bobbing of her head to coincide with his own pelvic movements. He let out a burst of bubbles and the last of his semen squirted out at the same time. She pulled her lips off of him and slowly they surfaced together. At the surface, they both breathed deeply and he looked at her with this blank stare. "How could you stay down so long?" he asked her.

She replied, "Well, I knew how much you liked the water and I wanted to please you. I have been taking swim lessons for the last few months and they taught me how to breath-hold. It seems I am actually uniquely gifted."

Jack wiped the one smudge of cumm still on her lips and kissed her deeply. 

"Any more surprises?"

"Maybe. . ."

Jack told her it was her turn, took three breaths and went under. He turned her against the ladder and reached up and pulled the straps off of her shoulders. He nuzzled the large brown nipples of her ample breasts, which were bobbing just below the surface as he worked the suit down to her waist. Her nipples stood out at attention and elongated as he sucked on each one. He put his lips to her right nipple and rolled it between his tongue and upper teeth. He could tell she liked this, as she let out a small moan and thrust her hips forward. He continued this, while occasionally taking in as much of her breast as he could. She had wonderfully shaped breasts. They were huge, perfect in shape, and were extremely firm. He lifted his head up for some air and once catching his breath whispered "next" and ducked back down. This time, he worked her suit off of her legs and let it fall to where his was still resting at mid depth.

He moved his face so that it was staring right at her light-brown muff. There were still a few bubbles clinging to her pussy hair and as he moved in for the attack. His nose teased her mound set the bubbles free to float to the top. He started by working his skilled tongue deeper and deeper into her lush pussy. He probed inside of her nether-lips with his darting tongue and let his nose brush up against her clit. She was getting more and more excited and he blew some bubbles onto her cunt to raise the excitement level more. A few moments later, he could hear her moan above the surface and she started to buck wildly, splashing water and making waves.

Jack replaced his lips with expert probing fingers. He came to the surface and replenished his lungs. He found her G-spot very quickly and Nicole closed her eyes and hummed a moan as he lifted her slightly in the water and made her whole body thrum with pleasure. He took three deep breaths and descended again and started sucking on her clit while fingering her G-spot as she twisted and writhed on the ladder.

Knowing that she was close, he continued on, even though he was now in need of air. Her spasms became more and more intense and he realized he had never been with a woman who was so expressive. He had an epiphany even as his brain screamed for air. He was experiencing her penned up need for an intense orgasm. How many times had she hinted to him that while she loved her husband deeply, she also was looking to get fucked with reckless abandon. She had no intention of leaving her husband, she just wanted to be devoured, but didn't trust a stranger and a one-night stand.

Reaching even more extreme heights, she grabbed onto his head and moved in up and down across her vagina. He coughed into her pussy, nearly blanking out from air deprivation, which resulted in several air bubbles shooting deep inside her and increasing the intensity of her rampant orgasm. He let out his final bit of air and raced for the surface. At the surface, she was still moaning and her hips were still shaking, and occasionally moving in a quick thrusting movement. Catching his breath in deep mouthfuls, he asked her why she did not slow down and she said she forgot! She said that this was the first time anyone had gone down on her in such a way and she was totally taken by it.




The Conference



He smiled kindly at her and swam over to the cascade and let it splash over his reddened face. She got out of the pool and asked him if he wanted a diet coke. He nodded no, and joined her on the steps of the shallow end after retrieving the suits. He looked about and realized the entire pool garden was deserted and the lights were off. They had the place to themselves. He tossed the wet suits up on the deck. He glanced at the clock by the row of the chaise lounges and realized the hotel management had probably locked the patio gates an hour ago. He smiled devilishly at Nicole and pulled her back into the water. He led her over to the cascade on the shallow end and positioned her under the cascade so that it ran down her back and she could breathe under it. He moved behind her and hooked a finger inside her very wet pussy. She bit her lip and moaned as his other hand slid over her breast, along her torso, over her hip to her firm buttocks. He pushed her forward and she placed her palms on the rocks to brace herself. He used his hands to spread her ass cheeks and part her lips, and slowly inched his throbbing cock into her waiting cunt. She shuddered ash entered her in one long stroke. He grabbed onto each end of her hips and pushed up and in very deeply. The head of his cock found her G-spot, despite the slope and angle of her channel. The water gave him all the flexibility and leverage he needed. She grunted happily when she realized what was about to happen and turned her head back over her shoulder and fixed him with a lustful, dark stare.

"Fuck me, Jack."

Jack pumped into her and she moved her hips against him. The water sluiced about them as he fucked into her making her hiss profanities as his thick meat bobbed in and out of her smoothly and deeply. He could see the muscles in her thighs and buttocks contract and then expand with each stroke. Her ass looked so sexy under water; her tan lines highlighting what normally was covered by the suit; Jack grunted and sped up the tempo to a feverish pitch as he watched his cock disappear and appear under the white notch of her pear shaped laurels. He took his left hand and snake it around to her front and brought it down to her pussy and worked his skillful fingers along her clit as his cock pounded in and out of her. She stopped thrusting and began to quiver. The cool water of the cascade was the perfect contrast to heat of the bucking bodies. Nicole began to moan very low and long. Jack knew she was about to have a multiple orgasm and wondered if she had ever had one before. He dipped even lower on her and moved his penis against both her G-spot and clitoris. He held her there tightly, and started flexing his pelvic muscles. Her vagina was slippery even with the pool water swirling around it. He spread her pussy lips with his fingers, and started fluttering her labia as he made the length of his cock spasm in ways that would vibrate against each of her sweet spots. The fit was perfect. Nice and tight and he slowly worked her body to a feverish pitch. He lifted her in the water and had her tuck her knees. She gasped at this sudden sensation and let out a sound that was part wail, part shriek. He eyes shut and her face grimaced as she tried to take in the rapid waves of pure pleasure. He held her in the tuck position and had a hand on each side of her hips and was controlling the rhythm of her orgasm. He played her body like a violin. 

He turned her around as her orgasm subsided and kissed her deeply. She slid onto his cock and wrapped her legs around him. They float fucked for several moments, swirling in the water. Then he decided it was time to get really hot. He smiled and lifted her as he walked her up the steps, out of the pool, and into the hot tub. They continued to make love, every once and a while, stopping to rest and kiss.

The steamy heat almost overtook them, and he lifted her out of the water and laid her back on the pool deck. He quickly got into position and was once again working his cock into her pussy. He spread her legs and began to fuck into her as she cooed. She alternated between wrapping her legs tightly around him and spreading them wide as small orgasmic aftershocks made her legs tremble. This time, she seemed even more excited, as she was totally lubricated and he slipped in and out smoothly. As he began his rhythm, she helped by lifting her hips. He grabbed one leg and then the other and soon had them up around the front of him with her ankles near his ears. His balls slapped audibly against her buttocks as he fucked into her.

After several hard jabs, he wanted to taste her frothy pussy. He made his way down, and began spreading her sticky labia apart and began twirling his tongue in her trove. He continued to eat her pussy until she begged him breathlessly to stop after another pounding orgasm. He spun around and wrapped around her in a spoon shaped 69. She gobbled at his cock as he resumed eating her honeycombed pussy. Her protest were muffled by the cock deep in her jaws. She was really trying to swallow him whole and she even began to shake her head from side to side, making his cock twitch and twist. He started to moan and cumm. She held his spurting cock in her lips and more streams of cumm escaped her mouth. She swallowed and gulped the white lava flowing from his eruption as he babbled happily ready to lose himself in the sight of this beautiful nymph holding her breath and take his entire load; struggling to milk his orgasm and lead him to a rapture like what she had experienced.

She seemed to calm down some, pulling her hand away from her mouth only to clench her fists as he spurted yet again and she had to move her hand to keep her lips tight. Her nostrils flared as she took in sharp breaths, but did not relent the grip her lips had on his pulsing cock. He uttered another moan, and yet another huge load of cream sprayed deep in her mouth. Watching her struggle was a total sight for him. He knew what she was feeling. Lungs burning, head pounding. Her windpipe begging for the relentless flow of exploding cumm to end, but it only served to cause him to shoot another liquid rope down her throat. 

Her lips were bulging out and her hands could barley keep her lips together. She was again moving her head back and for from side to side, and bobbing up and down, milking him dry. He came inside her mouth wave after wave. His orgasm made him pump in and out and finally, he stopped spurting. She pulled her hand to her mouth and some foamy bubbles of white cream escaped her mouth, and soon the cumm was streaming from her lips and over her chin. He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly, before they both slid into the hot tub to soak their weary bodies.

They forgot that they had to present at the conference in a few short hours.



The Conference



What was Lorna going to pack? She’d never been to Florida before, but she knew that it would be so much sunnier than Seattle this time of year. She decided to bring mostly short sleeve tops and cotton skirts in pastel colors that would perfectly match her creamy clear skin, blue eyes, and dark auburn hair. George, her boss, had said the conference would be informal for most of the time, but suggested that she bring one or two outfits for the formal meetings. Her wool gabardine outfits were definitely out of the question due to the heat; she’d bring the light blue and light pink formal two-piece sets she had just bought.

Her flight to Florida was uneventful. It being the middle of the week there was hardly a soul on the flight. After taking a nap she awoke to hear the pilot telling everyone that they were on final approach and would be landing soon. At long last she’d be landing in sunny Florida. She put her romance novel away; she had brought it just in case she had needed some diversion from an obnoxious seatmate. She had kind of hoped that she would have gotten a chance, as Reginald was just about to declare his love for Amber.

The taxi trip to the resort was so scenic. She hadn’t seen so many palm trees in her life. She had anticipated that there would be some time for her to check out the sites, so along with her casual cotton outfits she had also brought along her bikini and sexy one piece bathing suits just in case she had time to check out the beach as well. As the taxi arrived at the art deco styled resort she couldn’t help but notice the lack of tall buildings. This resort was made up of an assortment of little cabanas with the main building serving as the place for all the meetings.

The view from her cabana was sensational; all of them were just a few steps away from the sandy white beach, she could hear the clear blue water washing ashore, and smell the sea salt spray in the air. The first meeting of the conference wasn’t for a couple of hours so she thought she’d get in some quiet time. She unpacked and then lay down to read her novel in the white rope hammock on the porch. The time flew as she read about Amber’s adventures. Soon it was time to get ready. She got on her light blue formal outfit and headed for the opening night formal dinner and speech. 

She arrived to the small auditorium. They hadn’t gotten the large one as there were only going to be 75 people or so attending. She found her name at one of the tables near to the back and sat down. After about 15 minutes or so all the tables were filled except for the two seats next to her. The waiters brought dinner leaving the two spots blank. The names indicated at the spots were Richard and Reggie. She had hoped that she’d get to meet some new people, especially a guy, as she had not been out on a date for over a month, and her desires for a man since then had grown immensely. 

Everyone had finished dinner. The lights dimmed and the speaker started his speech; Richard and Reggie had still not arrived. About a half hour into the slide show Richard and Reggie arrived. She couldn’t wait till they brought up the lights so she could take a look at her two seatmates. After what seemed an eternity the lights came up and dessert was served. Richard and Reggie were more handsome than she could have imagined. Richard had reddish brown hair, a goatee, and deep blue eyes you could swim in. Reggie was clean-shaven, well chiseled, had sandy blond hair, and forest green eyes. 

You introduced yourself, “Hi, my name is Lorna. I’m here with Peterson Incorporated.”

Richard replied, “Hi, my name is Rich. Reggie and I are here from Rose Productions in Portland, Oregon.”

From there your talk continues. You had never felt so free or open to talk about yourself. It wasn’t one sided. You learn all kinds of things about them as well. She’d never felt this comfortable with someone she hardly knew. The lights blink; she realizes that she had talked right through dessert; and now the waiters were cleaning up. Rich and Reggie both invite her for some coffee at their cabana. She graciously accepts as you all get up to go. 

Inside their hut Rich starts to get the coffee ready as Reggie shows Lorna to the couch. The thought of such two handsome guys made her drunk with passion. Oh how she wished she could have both of them without seeming too forward. Rich brought the coffee and soon they were all reminiscing about old times. The subject got around to pranks everyone did in high school. Rich told her of the time he and some friends went skinny-dipping at camp. The camp leader had caught them, but you all promised that if you had another opportunity you all would do it again. Lorna was so grateful that Rich felt so comfortable sharing something that personal. She had been dying to see what they looked liked unclothed and this would be the perfect opportunity. 

She said, “How about we go skinny-dipping right now. It’s the perfect time for it. Full moon and a sandy warm beach right outside with not a soul around.” With that they all smiled and nodded in agreement. They all quickly stripped of their clothing and headed out to the beach laughing and giggling all the way, breasts and cocks jiggling and bouncing in the moonlight. In the water they started splashing each other. Lorna’s hand went to splash Rich and she felt the unforgettable touch of a cock - Reggie’s cock. She blushed; they couldn’t see how red her face had become, but somehow she conveyed her redness in the moonlight. Reggie said, “Would you like a better feel?”

She nodded her head yes and took his cock into her hand. Reggie brought up his right hand and cupped her left breast. She pulled him closer to her planting a soft wet kiss on his lips. She could feel the warmth of his hardness against her hip. She had forgotten about Rich until she felt another pair of warm hands on her waist. Rich started kissing the back of her neck, feeling his warm breath while he brought her closer to him. Reggie took her by the hand leading her back to their cabin while Rich continued to kiss and massage the back of her neck.

Falling on the bed Rich came up behind her cupping both breasts, while Reggie pulled her hips closer to him he started kissing her again on her smiling lips. The unmistakable smell of her womanhood permeated the air. Reggie could take it no longer and started his journey with his pliable tongue to her love canal. First he took a light nibble on her earlobes. This sent down tiny shivers of pleasure that she has longed for. He then took his soft, warm tongue down her belly stopping slightly below her belly button to give her some more of his sensual kisses. His tongue soon finds where her intoxicating scent has been coming from. His mouth gently grabs one of her cum soaked pussy lips pulling it to the side revealing the source of her love scent.

While he was hanging onto her lips his tongue found it’s way to her slick, love juice coated clit where he was soon flickering it with wild abandon. He let go of her pussy lips and buried his face deeper inside of her. Soon he had her love spot between his lips, massaging and twirling it till her first orgasm which came with her sending her juices down for Reggie to slurp up. The sound of the slurping caused Rich to feel even more passion for her. He turned around bringing his cock up to her mouth. She could smell the saltiness of the pre cum and grabbed out with her mouth at his rock solid cock. She took one hand to his tight, hairy balls gently massaging them, while with the other she grabbed his shaft and started bobbing her head in time to his thrusts. With her red lips she could feel every ridge and vein bulging from his shaft. After what seemed twenty minutes he started moaning and she could tell that Rich was about to come. She looked up to see him grimace and let out a scream. His creamy seed shot out of his cock right down her throat. Mmm, his salty cum tasted good.

Reggie realized that he now had your sole attention as Rich pulled out. He turned her around onto all fours. His hand came up to her slit rubbing her juices around. Soon she felt the touch of his mushroom head pushing apart her labia, going by your g-spot as it entered into your depths, feeling it pulse as it entered. Rich got underneath her. He took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them together. He then cupped them making them feel weightless. Oh yes, she was loving the attention her breasts were getting. He took one stiff nipple sucking it into is warm, wet mouth. Reggie started thrusting harder and harder, his soft hairy balls slapping against her now loose pussy lips. The breast that wasn’t being suckled started swinging in motion to their rhythm. Both of them started moaning, soon they were in unison. She was sure that if this had been a normal hotel with the room next door that the neighbors would have been complaining, but with the next cabin being over twenty feet away she were sure their lustful moans were lost in the breeze. He jerked. She felt warmth in her womb that she wanted to last forever. It sent her over the edge and she let out a scream of pleasure.

Through the night the two guys took turns switching from her mouth and her lovebox. Lorna could tell it was a full moon. No guys before had been so sexually prolific. Or maybe she was lucky to find two viral guys that just happened to adore her. After about six hours their still lusting bodies needed rest. Being so tired they dropped where they were. 

In the morning Lorna woke up to the feel of two loving, gorgeous guys spooning her. She began thinking of how this is only the first of seven days of the conference. With all that time left she would have an eternity to get to know each of them better; what adventures she would have with Rich and Reggie. Amber would be proud.



The Conference



Her name was Dawn. We met last year at the annual sales conference. She was tall, about 5'11" and had shoulder length, dark brown hair. She was slim, a size 10, but with breasts that seemed a couple of sizes too big for her otherwise slender build. She was dressed in an elegant yet professional two piece trouser suit that revealed her figure to full effect while at the same time gave her an air of reserved competence. Yet what first caught my attention were her deep, ice blue eyes and warm smile. 

My first chance to speak to her was completely by chance. We had stopped for lunch on the first day and after I'd eaten I stepped out on to the porch for a smoke. Dawn was already there. I was almost relieved to find that this perfect woman had a weakness after all. I said "hello" as I opened the packet, extracted a cigarette and put it to my lips. I fumbled in my pocket for my lighter. She smiled. "Light?", she offered. I thanked her, lit up and inhaled deeply. 

As we smoked we chatted pleasantly about minor matters. Dawn was 24 and was the sales manager for the south, just as I was the sales manager for the north-east. She had joined the company at 21 and had just split up with her boyfriend when she'd found out he was sleeping with one of her (formerly) best friends. 

As we chatted I found myself becoming more and more attracted to her and I'm certain she noticed. 

As luck would have it, after lunch we ended up in the same group for one of the inevitable team building exercises. As the afternoon session wore on it became obvious that Dawn was flirting with me. I was soon responding in kind and the remainder of the afternoon was spent in a blur of excitement. 

We sat together as we ate our evening meal. Just her proximity sent a tingle of anticipation through me. I wanted Dawn badly and I was certain she wanted me too! 

Suddenly our meal was over. As we smoked our cigarettes and drank our coffee Dawn did what I longed for her to do and asked me if I'd like to meet her later in the bar for a drink. Unable to speak I nodded my agreement. "8:30 then?", she asked. "Fine", I replied. Dawn smiled, "See you there then" she said. With that she stood up, gave me a peck on the cheek then made her way to the lift. 

I sat there, transfixed, as I had another cigarette. Was there more to her offer or was it just her way of being friendly? I could barely contain my hope. Desire burned inside me. 

I returned to my room. The clock read 7:25. I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I quickly undressed and tested the temperature. Satisfied that it was warm enough I climbed in. 

As the steam rose and the hot water on my body began to melt away the tensions of the day my imagination began to take over. The spray of the shower head became Dawn's lips against mine. My lathered hands were suddenly hers, gently exploring my body. I could feel Dawn's body against mine, her breasts pressed against my shoulders as her hands reached round to hold and caress me. 

The mixture of water and lather allowed my hands to slide effortlessly over my skin. My hands found my breasts and as I teased and caressed them I imagined Dawn's lips slowly fastening on my nipple, sucking it gently as her hands softly played with my tits. 

I removed the shower head and angled it lower. The spray from its jet felt like a hundred fingers gently massaging my already wet pussy. The pleasurable tension began to mount inside me and I began to tease myself down below. 

Letting the shower head fall free, I leaned against the cubicle wall and ran my hands up and down the inside of my thighs. Over and over, my hands traced their path, never quite finding their target. I stopped; my hands returned to play with my tits. As I squeezed and stroked them I returned the shower to its hook, letting the water cascade over me. 

My pussy was on fire, aching for relief. While one hand kept its attention on my nipples, pinching one then the other, teasing, the other traced its way through the short, soft curls of my mound before coming to rest on my aching clit. 

An intense shock ran through me as my fingers began the exploration of my cunt. Slowly I slid a finger inside me as my thumb worked on my clit. The sensations grew stronger as my finger worked its way back and forth inside my tunnel. My knees grew weak as the pressure mounted and I knew I could contain myself no more. I let go and suddenly all tension vanished as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me. 

I wanted to continue but I had to force myself to stop. One was all I was going to let myself have for now. There'd be plenty of time for more later I hoped. 

Finally I switched off the shower. I wrapped my self in a towel and wandered back to the bedroom. I looked at the clock, 8:05. I sat on the edge of my bed, lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply as I tried to decide what to wear. 

I rummaged in my suitcase to find something suitable. Underwear was easy. A lacy black bra and matching knickers were quickly found and slipped into. Stockings and suspender belt were next. After a lot of deliberation I finally decided on a light pair of cotton slacks and a tightish, plunge neck top that I knew I looked good in. Finally, I slipped on my one pair of decent shoes before applying a minimum of make-up. I quickly fixed my hair then checked myself in the mirror. Pleased with the result, I made sure I had all my essentials, grabbed my bag and set off for the bar. 8:32, almost perfect timing. 

When I reached the bar Dawn was already there, chatting to Mike, one of the company's accountants. As I took my seat Mike smiled a quick hello then said he would maybe catch up with us later. He left. Dawn asked what I would like to drink. I ordered a white wine while Dawn, I noticed, was drinking Kronenbourg. 

We chatted about minor things as we drank. As we talked I found it hard not to stare. Gone was the professional business women of earlier, in her place was an attractive young woman, clearly at ease with herself who was out to have a good time. Once again I found myself hoping that I featured in her plans for the evening. 

The smart suit had gone. In it's place Dawn was wearing a light, semi-transparent blouse, tantalisingly unfastened at the neck and a pair of tight fitting jeans. Her hair was down, framing her face accenting the deep blue of her eyes. The informal setting brought a subtle change to her personality. She was more relaxed, more open, seemingly younger and even more irresistible. 

We drank, smoked and talked about our lives. As we drank our inhibitions slid away and the conversation became more frank, almost explicit. We discussed sex, the things we liked, the things we didn't and shared confidences of our more daring and embarrassing experiences. 

It's worth pointing out that neither of us were lesbians but both of us had had sex with other women as part of a full range of sexual experiences. Great sex depends more on what your partner does rather than who they are. 

At some point during the evening Dawn had moved her chair closer to mine, or maybe it had been the other way round. It didn't matter, her proximity was electrifying. Occasionally her leg brushed against mine sending a thrill through my body. I was certain Dawn could sense my mounting state of arousal. 

As the evening went on I was increasingly torn between my desire to make feelings for Dawn known or simply to keep quiet and enjoy her company. I was terrified that I was misreading the situation, that she was simply being friendly and any move on my part would, at best, be rejected or, even worse, shatter our growing friendship. In the end, ironically it was Dawn who made the first move. 

For the first time in our short acquaintance she seemed hesitant, shy almost. She took a long sip of her drink then turned to me. "Look", she started, "I could be about to make a total fool of myself here but would you like to come back to my room after these?", she asked, indicating our almost empty glasses. 

I smiled. Unable to speak I simply nodded. Without a further word we drained our glasses, stood up and made our way to the lift. 

The doors closed on an empty lift and Dawn's lips were on mine. I melted into the kiss, my passion fully aroused. Within seconds we were on Dawn's floor. Her room was the last one on that level. Once inside, our lips met again. Our hands eagerly explored each others' bodies. Clothes which had been chosen with such painstaking care were quickly removed and tossed to the floor in a frenzy of lust. 

Seeing Dawn naked for the first time she was as perfect as I'd imagined. She drew me into her embrace and we kissed again. 

My lips travelled down her neck until the found the swelling of her breasts. Eagerly, I took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked. Dawn gave a soft sigh then began gently nibbling on my neck as my lips and tongue continued to explore her breasts. 

We lay down on Dawn's bed and I continued to explore every inch of her exposed flesh with my mouth and tongue. As I did, my fingers played with the soft curls of her mound. Occasionally my finger slid between her lips, lightly teasing her clit, feeling the wet warmth of Dawn's pussy. 

We kissed again, this time with more urgency. My tongue explored her mouth as Dawn ran her fingernails down my back; digging them into the soft flesh of my bum. 

I started down again. I coated Dawn's breasts with a fine film of saliva then used the ends of my long hair to tease her nipples. Dawn sighed and squirmed below me as I continued my journey south. 

I spread Dawn's legs and ran my tongue up the insides of her thighs. Over and over again, never quite making contact with her pussy, slowly driving her wild with my teasing. 

Dawn was begging for relief when I finally took pity on her. My own pussy was on fire as I parted her lips with my tongue. I kissed her swollen clit and she moaned with pleasure. My tongue lapped tenderly at her cunt, savouring the taste of her juices. Then I gently sucked on each of her lower lips before pushing my tongue deep into her cunt. 

As I probed deep inside her Dawn squirmed in an agony of pleasure. I began lapping at her cunt, faster this time. As I did she began to play with her tits. Dawn squeezed the soft globes with her hands, pinching her nipples and moaning softly as she writhed in ecstasy. 

I changed the focus of attention to her clit. I sucked and licked it as Dawn's breathing became heavier. I licked her clit with short, sharp stabs of my tongue. Then, as I did this I slowly slid one, then two fingers into her soaking cunt. 

I fucked Dawn with my fingers as my tongue lapped furiously on her clit. I felt Dawn's body stiffen, then with a long moan she came. Her body shook violently as the force of her orgasm washed over her. 

I tried to stop but Dawn's fingers were suddenly in my hair, pushing my face harder against her pussy. I could almost feel the contractions of her pussy as I continued to feast on her cunt. 

As I licked and probed her pussy with my tongue and fingers I could sense Dawn's orgasm begin to subside. Still she held my face against her mound, begging me not to stop as I increased the pace of my licking again. Then, without warning, her hips began to buck again, more violently this time. 

Dawn shrieked my name as a second, stronger orgasm took hold of her. She let go of my head and I moved up to hold her as her whole body convulsed. I noticed her hand in her pussy rubbing at her clit as she extracted the last ounce of pleasure from her orgasm. 

Finally, her body spent, she lay quietly in my arms as I held her tightly to me. She turned, smiled then kissed me. Her lips pressed to mine was all the expression of thanks I required as we lay there, slowly letting Dawn recover from such a violent release. 

After a few minutes Dawn's breathing began to return to normal. She kissed me and our passion began to mount again. Dawn told me to lie on my front and as I did so she began to gently kiss and nibble my neck and shoulders. Dawn began to massage my back with long, slow strokes. Her hands started at my neck and slowly worked their way down my back. She started on my legs, her fingers ran lightly over the back of my knees, her tongue gently traced the inside of my thighs. 

Squirming with delight I rolled on to my back. Dawn lay on top of me, her breasts crushed against mine as she kissed me deeply. Our mouths locked together for what seemed like eternity. 

Finally our lips parted. Dawn's mouth began exploring my front. A long soft moan escaped from me as her lips fastened on my nipple. Dawn licked and sucked at my tits, alternating between them and a familiar warm glow began to spread over me. 

I continued to play with my tits, squeezing and teasing my nipples as Dawn's mouth continued downwards on its journey of discovery. She gently pushed my legs apart then, with agonising slowness, lowered her head to taste my pussy. 

Her tongue flicked out and lightly made contact with my swollen clit. The anticipation I'd experienced all evening combined with the arousal of pleasuring Dawn earlier and the attention I had already received from her had turned me on so much that I came instantly. My orgasm was a small but violent release. As the intense feelings subsided, leaving a warm glow that spread all over me, I closed my eyes and pleaded with Dawn not to stop. 

Her tongue continued to lap at my pussy, occasionally slipping between my lips and probing into the depths of my cunt. Slowly, Dawn inserted first one, then two fingers into me. She was fucking me with her fingers, sliding them in and out and twisting them inside my cunt as her tongue was applied with firm strokes to my clit. 

My eyes were still closed and I began to sense a familiar feeling spreading from my pussy. Suddenly Dawn stopped and I heard her gasp. I opened my eyes and there was Mike, whom we'd chatted to in the bar earlier, standing behind Dawn. He had his hands on her hips and his cock was obviously buried deep inside her pussy. Neither of us had been aware of Mike entering the room. 

I learned later that Mike and Dawn often got together at these events and that he had been a little put out that this time she had wanted me instead. Mike was returning to his room, which was opposite Dawn's and he had noticed the door was slightly ajar. When he had sneaked a look and seen what was going on, he had let himself in and decided to join in. He simply walked up behind her, dropped his jeans and shorts, grabbed Dawn's hips and buried his cock into her soaking cunt. Not that Dawn or myself had minded. 

Dawn continued to eat my pussy as Mike fucked her from behind. Every thrust of his cock drove her mouth harder against my mound. The scene was so incredibly dirty it turned me on even more. I started to play with my tits as Dawn ate me and suddenly I was cumming again. 

Mike stopped and undressed fully and Dawn rested her head on the bed between my legs as my body writhed with pleasure. As I came down of my high, Mike suggested that Dawn and I get into a 69. I turned round and Dawn climbed on top of me, her tongue instantly between my pussy lips. My own tongue found Dawn's clit and then Mike got into position and began to fuck her again. Mike's cock was sliding in and out of her cunt, just above my nose. 

Mike's cock slid in and out of Dawn's pussy. I positioned my self so that as well as licking her clit, my tongue could lick the underside of his shaft as it pounded her cunt. After every few strokes he pulled his cock completely out and would push his cock between my lips, deep into my mouth. Each time he did this I would feast greedily on his cock for a few seconds, savouring the taste of Dawn's juices on his pole, before he would withdraw it from my mouth and ram it once again into her soaking hole. All the time Dawn's tongue was working on my pussy and clit. Not once did she miss a beat. 

With Mike's cock inside her and my tongue working on her clit, it wasn't long before Dawn was cumming again. Her body was shaking, her hips bucked wildly, pushing back, forcing as much of Mike's cock into her as possible. 

Mike was fucking her even harder. His cock was slamming violently into her soaking pussy, his balls were slapping against my face with every thrust and Dawn was moaning loudly with pleasure. Mike's breathing was getting heavier and more ragged and suddenly he grabbed her hips, pulling her back on to his cock, impaling her totally as he emptied his load deep inside her. 

Dawn let out a long sigh of sheer lust then returned her attention to my pussy. As she licked and sucked at my clit and cunt Mike withdrew his cock from Dawn's pussy. His cum trickled out of her hole and down over my face. It was all to much for me and I came. As my orgasm shook me Dawn turned, took me in her arms and kissed me tenderly. Gently, she licked my face clean, removing every drop of her juice and Mike's cum. We smiled at each other then turned and took it in turns to lick Mike's cock clean. 

Our attentions soon brought Mike's cock back to life. Within minutes he was fully erect and I began to suck on his cock in earnest. My hands explored his taut body as my lips slid along his rigid pole. Dawn turned her attention to my tits, licking and sucking them. The pleasure arising from her attentions was driving me wild, causing me to suck harder on the thick cock between my lips. 

I removed his cock and began to lick up and down his length. At the top of each stroke my tongue would swirl round the head before I would open my mouth wide and devour him whole again. All the while Dawn was sucking on my nipples and sliding an occasional finger or two into my pussy. 

Mike had his hands on my head forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I squeezed his balls as my lips slid frictionlessly along his shaft. 

Finally I decided that I just had to have his cock inside me. I pushed Mike on to his back and climbed on top of him. I kissed him deeply as I reached back and, with one hand, guided him easily into me. I sat up and began to raise and lower my hips, feeling his cock fill me with each thrust of our hips. I closed my eyes as I slid up and down his cock, riding it like a piston, the walls of my cunt gripping him tight. 

Dawn kissed me, I opened my eyes and there she was, in front of me, her legs on either of Mike's head, grinding her pussy into his face. We leant against each other, kissing and caressing as Mike's tongue explored Dawn's pussy and his cock was buried to the hilt in mine. 

Up and down, sliding almost completely off his cock then ramming myself on to it again, impaling myself on him totally. My pace was becoming more frantic and I felt Dawn begin to tremble as she held on to me. With a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a scream, Dawn came again, forcing her pussy hard against Mike's face. After that she dismounted and collapsed, spent, beside us on the bed as I continued grinding my pelvis against Mike's, savouring the feeling of him deep inside me. 

I clambered off and lay down next to Dawn. Mike got on top of me and with one mighty thrust he was inside me again. Dawn turned to kiss me, one hand playing with my tits as Mike fucked me with long, slow, powerful thrusts. As his cock pounded my pussy I could feel his balls slapping against my arse with every stroke. 

I gripped his arse with my hands, pushing him in deeper, forcing him to fuck me harder still. My pussy began to throb and wave after wave of pleasure began to wash over me. The strength of my orgasm pulsed higher and higher with every stroke of Mike's cock. I was screaming with every thrust, begging him not to stop, pleading with him to fuck me harder and harder. Suddenly I felt Mike's body stiffen as his cock released its load of hot, sticky cum deep inside me. The walls of my cunt gripped him like a vice, milking every last drop of cum from his cock as he collapsed on top of me. 




The Conference



Fully drained, Mike slid out of my well worn pussy and rolled over beside me. I kissed him then slid down the bed, took his flagging cock in my hands and proceeded to lick him clean, savouring the taste of myself and his cum mixed together. Dawn joined me at the feast then when we were done, we all lay in a satisfied huddle on Dawn's bed. 

Despite our attentions we were unable to coax another erection from Mike. Realising that he was spent he simply got dressed, kissed both of us good night, then left, saying he would see us tomorrow. Dawn and I simply lay there in each others' arms for a while then she asked if I would join her in the shower. 

With the spray from the shower head playing over our bodies we held on to each other and with warm water trickling over our fingers we teased each other, gently, to one final orgasm. We washed each other down then took it in turns to towel each other dry. When we were done, Dawn made each of us a coffee. I lit a cigarette and offered one to Dawn and then we sat down, leaning against each other for support, silently smoking and drinking our coffees. Finally, because it was late, Dawn yawned. She turned to me, a silent question in her eyes. I nodded my agreement and with that we climbed into bed, switched of the light and with the warmth of our naked bodies pressed snugly together, we fell asleep in each others' arms. 

Dawn's alarm clock woke us at 7:40 the next morning. My only regret is that we had no time for anything more than a quick kiss before I had to gather my things together and rush back to my room to get ready for breakfast and the rest of the day ahead. 

The early session that morning passed in a blur. I kept reliving the previous evening in my mind. My daydreams were so pleasantly arousing that I could feel myself getting wet despite the boring subjects being discussed around me. 

After the morning break the group had to split into pairs to prepare presentations that would be given after lunch. It was a pleasant surprise to find myself partnered with Mike. We made our way to the syndicate room and, to be fair, we did try to keep our minds on what we were meant to be doing. 

We quickly brainstormed our ideas and started to write down the relevant points on the flip chart. As I bent over to write, Mike would "accidentally" rub against me. I could feel the bulge in his trousers as he stood behind me, looking over my shoulder to look at what I was writing. Mike was clearly aroused, a fact was confirmed when his hands started to caress my hips. 

His hands started to wander all over me and in no time they were inside my blouse, fondling my tits through my bra. At the same time he was grinding his hips against my arse, his constrained cock pressing against me and whispering all the things he wanted to do to me in my ear. The whole situation was driving me wild with lust, my pussy, already wet, felt like it was on fire. 

I could take no more. I turned and our lips met. We kissed violently, our tongues entwined. I pushed Mike back into a chair and dropped to my knees. I quickly had his cock loose and dropped my head to take it into my mouth. My lips were soon sliding up and down the length of his cock, gliding effortlessly along its length, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could. I varied the pace, long slow strokes, followed by a bout of fast and furious sucking, before returning to a slower pace again. 

At the top of each stroke I would tease the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. Mike had grabbed hold of my head, pushing it down, forcing more and more of his cock into my mouth. I spent at least 10 minutes licking, sucking and generally giving Mike "the blow-job of his life". I was tempted to take him all the way using just my mouth but my pussy was on fire, I was aching to be fucked. 

I stood up, reached under my skirt and slid my knickers off. I turned and bent over, pulling up my skirt so that my soaking pussy was in full view. Mike wasted no time. I held on to the table for support as he, with his trousers and shorts round his ankles, grabbed my hips and with one powerful thrust buried his cock, right up to his balls, in my cunt. 

Mike fucked me furiously, ramming his cock in and out of my cunt, forcing me to grab the table to stop me from falling over. The walls of my pussy gripped him tight as he thrust into me with all his force. In and out, harder and harder, he pounded my cunt. 

My hand strayed between my legs as I began to frantically finger my clit. I could feel the pressure mount inside me as Mike's cock plunged into me and my hips were beginning to buck. 

Suddenly mike withdrew and spun me round. I perched my bum against the edge of the table and as Mike took me again I wrapped my legs round his back. His hands unbuttoned my blouse and pushed up my bra, letting my tits free. He dropped his head and began to suck on my swollen nipples, squeezing my tits with his strong hands as I balanced myself with one hand and continued to frig myself with the other, his cock still impaling me with powerful thrusts. 

My pussy began to contract, the sensations spreading to envelope my body in seconds. I was cumming and still he continued to fuck me. In and out, harder and deeper. My orgasm continued to mount with every push of his hips, every thrust of his cock. Mike's breathing started to deepen, I knew he was getting close. My cunt was being pounded even more powerfully and then, with one final plunging thrust of his cock, he came. I could feel jet after jet of warm sticky cum filling me as Mike collapsed against me, pinning me to the table. 

We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath, recovering. Finally Mike pulled out. I could feel his cum begin to trickle from my pussy and down my legs. I grabbed my knickers and used them to soak up his cum. Then with my knickers pressed firmly against my mound I Pushed him back into the chair and proceeded, once again, to suck and lick his cock clean. Enjoying once more the taste of my own juices mixed with a man's cum. 

The task completed we straightened ourselves up. He pulled up his trousers as I repositioned my bra and fastened my blouse. My cum soaked knickers were stuffed into one of the pockets of my bag and I straightened my skirt. A quick check of the time revealed that we had only about 15 minutes to complete the preparation for our presentation. We were just putting the finishing touches to our hastily prepared flip chart when Steve, the group leader entered the room and told us it was time to return to the main conference room. Mike smiled knowingly at me as we gathered up our things and left the room. 

The presentations, after lunch, that afternoon were an anticlimax, in every sense. I spent the whole afternoon alternating between boredom and delicious daydream. If anyone noticed the distant smile that crossed my face from time to time they would surely have wondered what I found so amusing about the boringly repetitive presentations that were being delivered. Ours was no worse than the rest considering how little time Mike and I had spent on it. 

From time to time Mike would catch my eye and smile at me across the room. Every time I noticed my mind slipped back to the events of last night and this morning. Despite my boring surroundings I was in a state of constant arousal. 

I saw Dawn at the end of the session. I told her I needed a shower and that I'd meet her in the bar after dinner. With that I made my way to my room. 

I was so worked up and in need of relief. As soon as my door was closed I threw myself on my bed and pulled my skirt up. My hand went instinctively to my pussy. It was already soaking, a combination of Mike's earlier attentions and my own daydreaming. I had two fingers inside my cunt, twisting, sliding in and out. I teased my clit with my thumb as my fingers fucked my pussy. My free hand unbuttoned my blouse and was playing with my tits. I squeezed my nipples as the fingers of my other hand slid furiously in and out, twisting round and round, inside me. Familiar sensations were soon washing over me. I increased the pressure on my clit and drove my fingers as deep inside my cunt as they would go. I came with a gasp and an almighty shudder. Then I simply lay there for a while, recovering for a few moments before getting up, removing the rest of my clothes and heading for the shower. 

I met Dawn in the bar about 7:30. We had a couple of drinks and chatted easily. The subject of the previous evening came up and Dawn explained to me that while she hadn't planned for Mike to be part of it she had enjoyed it greatly. She told me that they had often got together at these conferences but that this was the first time that anyone else had been involved at the same time. I put her mind at rest, telling her that I'd enjoyed it every bit as much as she had. 

After about an hour, Mike and Andy joined us. Mike told us that Andy, he and a couple of friends were getting together in his room for a few drinks and a few hands of cards and wondered if we'd like to join them. He winked mischievously as he added the last part. Dawn and I readily agreed and so the four of us got up, ordered some drinks from the bar to take with us and made our way up to Mike's room. 

Inside, Mike introduced us to Steve, Brian and John. We chatted, smoked and drank for a while until Dawn asked what had happened to the cards. We had all drunk enough that we were pretty relaxed so it came as no surprise when strip poker was suggested. 

The boys, it has to be said, cheated outrageously although no one really cared. In very little time, whilst the guys still had most of their clothes on, Dawn and I were totally naked. The result of this was that, since we had "already lost", if we wanted to continue we would have to pay a forfeit if we lost another hand. I was pretty drunk by this time and had I been on my own I would readily have agreed. I looked at Dawn to see how she felt but she just simply shrugged and nodded. 

Surprise, surprise, I lost the next hand. As my forfeit I had to give Brian a lap dance. I climbed as seductively as I could on to his lap and began to grind and gyrate against him. I could feel him stiffen as I rubbed my pussy against his groin. I kept this up for the next five minutes or so, feeling his cock strain against his boxer shorts as I ground my pussy backwards and forwards against him, rubbing my tits in his face as I did. When I was finished I freed his straining dick from its enclosure, gave it a few quick licks, with my tongue, sucked it very briefly then sat down again. 

Next it was Dawn's turn. I watched as she climbed on to Steve's lap and began to move against him. Watching the abandoned way that she moved turned me on immensely. I was slowly fingering my clit as I watched her tease Steve. Dawn also decided to end her routine with a bit of sucking. I was entranced as I watched her take him into her mouth and slowly begin to bob her head up and down. She spent far longer at it than I had with Brian but eventually she stopped. She kissed me as she sat down and I could taste the warm, salty flavour of Steve's cock on her lips. 

My second "dance" was with John. He was just as appreciative of my attentions as Brian had been. 

After the next hand Dawn repeated her performance but this time with Andy. The way she seemed to lose herself was so sexy and I was so turned on. I pushed my fingers harder against my clit, rubbing with long slow stokes. I missed the end of her performance as I was to busy cumming to notice anything else. 

It was then up to me to complete the routine with Mike. Mike had already removed his boxer shorts and I could feel his cock straining against my pussy as I moved up and down on his lap. As I moved to take him into my mouth at the end of the dance I noticed that Dawn already had her lips wrapped round Brian's cock. I smiled then opened my lips and slowly let my mouth engulf Mike's dick once more. 

My hand encircled the root of his cock and began to stroke it lightly as my lips began their journey up and down his shaft. Mike grabbed the back of my head and pulled me on to him as my lips slipped gently up and down. 

I sensed rather than saw Andy take up position behind me. He lightly parted my legs as he knelt down between him. I felt his cock begin to probe at my entrance as I continued to feast on Mike's dick. Andy entered me with a single thrust. He grabbed my hips and quickly began fucking me with short sharp thrusts. Each thrust from behind forced more of Mike's cock into my hungry mouth. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Dawn had climbed on top of Brian and was slowly riding his cock. John and Steve were in front of her and she was taking it in turns to take each of them into he mouth. 

Andy increased his pace, ramming his dick, fast and hard into my cunt. I gripped him with the walls of my pussy each time he thrust inside me. I could feel another orgasm building inside me. The sensations were making me suck Mike's cock even harder. I could tell by his breathing that he was getting close, his dick was twitching in my mouth. Suddenly he erupted, sending jet after jet of hot, sticky cum down my throat. 

Mike's explosion pushed me over the edge. My hips bucked wildly against the movements of Andy's cock and I came again. Andy continued to fuck me from behind and then he too was cumming, filling my pussy with his seed. 

I turned round and proceeded to lick him clean. As I did, John took up position behind me and soon he was fucking me just as Andy had been only moments before. His cock slipped easily in and out of my pussy, Andy's cum making it almost frictionless. 

Steve left Dawn and offered his cock to my lips. My jaws were a bit stiff after sucking Mike, but I've never been know to turn down the opportunity to suck a cock. My lips slid round it and soon I was sucking him, the pace of my lips mirroring the pace of John's thrusts. 

Brian must have cum as well. As I looked round I noticed that Dawn was licking his, now, flagging member. Mike had obviously recovered as he was now behind Dawn, his cock buried inside her and his hips moving at a frantic pace. 

Another orgasm started building inside me as John continued to thrust harder and deeper, forcing more of Steve's cock into my mouth. I slurped and sucked as John continued to pound into me. 

Dawn was on her back, her legs over Mike's shoulders and, now with Andy's cock in her mouth. Brian sat beside Steve watching as I took both his and John's cock simultaneously. Wanking himself in a valiant effort to get hard again. 

Suddenly John emptied his load inside me, adding it to that of Andy's. As he withdrew, Steve slipped his cock from my mouth and lay down, beckoning for me to mount him. I climbed on top and slowly impaled myself on him. His was the thickest of the three cocks I'd taken that evening and even though my cunt was soaking from two loads of cum, I could still feel him stretch me as I slid myself down, on to his dick. 

As I moved my hips up and down, finding a rhythm, John positioned himself in front of me allowing me to begin licking him clean. To my amazement, as I licked the remains of his cum from his dick, I felt it begin to stiffen again. I've never known such a swift recovery. My tongue slid up and down his shaft, coating it in saliva as I rode Steve's monster with firm, easy movements of my hips. 

Up and down, I could feel Steve filling me entirely, In and out, John's cock sliding between my lips. 

Again I glanced round. I was just in time to see Andy shoot three thick jets of cum over Dawn's face and tits. Dawn massaged his cum into the soft skin of her tits, pausing briefly to lick her fingers as Andy brushed the last cum from the end of his dick in her hair. 

The sight pushed me over the edge of the abyss and I came once more. The walls of my cunt contracted, tightly gripping Steve's cock. Milking it as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss slipped over me. 

Andy moved away and climbed on top of Dawn, replacing Mike who was lying spent beside her. I rolled over with Steve still firmly inside me. On top, he started to thrust harder and harder. I was clutching at his arse, trying to force more and more of him into my cunt. I felt like I was on fire. Digging my nails into the flesh of his arse cheeks I urged him on, "Harder", I moaned, "Oh yes, give it to me! Fuck me!, Fuck me harder!". My language had the desired effect. Steve was fucking me long and hard, pulling right out and ramming back in again. My orgasm, which was still to dissipate rose again to a new height as he pounded me. I screamed his name as I felt his body go stiff. With a low groan he emptied his cock into me. Filling my aching pussy to the brim, he continued to thrust as jet after glorious jet of cum filled me. When, at last, he finally withdrew, I felt a strange emptiness. 

He was immediately replaced by Brian. I had no time to recover as he began to slide his dick into my pussy. I moaned as I felt him plunge into me over and over. 

Flexing the walls of my cunt, I gripped him as tightly as I could. All I could do was wrap my arms around him as he sawed back and forth. My hips were moving in a counter rhythm to his thrusts, moving of their own volition to meet each down stroke of his cock. 

Finally he came, adding his load to those that had been there before. Exhausted, I gave his cock a few licks, then sucked the last of his cum from his rapidly diminishing member. After that I just lay there, spent, my pussy raw with the fucking it had received. 

My body ached as I lay there, my eyes closed, breathing deeply, recovering. A pair of lips brushed against mine. Without opening my eyes I could tell it was Dawn. The softness of her touch and the taste of cum on her lips. We embraced, making the kiss deeper, our tongues exploring. Dawn slowly kissed her way down my neck, stopping briefly at my tits, teasing my nipples with her teeth, gently massaging them with her hands then she moved on. She kissed her way down over my stomach. I was trembling with anticipation as I waited for her to reach her destination. Her tongue licked out, making contact with my clit. I moaned a long silent "Yessssssss!" as she began to explore my pussy with her mouth. 

As she gently licked at my pussy, Dawn swung her leg over so that hers was positioned before my face. I ran my tongue up the length of her slit, tasting her and the cum that was still dribbling from her well fucked cunt. Her body stiffened as my tongue explored her. She was losing herself to my touch just as I was to hers. 

Our tongues licked and probed, our mouths kissed and sucked, we were oblivious to everything but the sensations we were receiving from and giving to each other. 

Dawn came first. Her body shaking as she ground her pussy against my face, yet never relenting from the attention that she was giving me. A warm glow spread over me. As Dawn's tongue licked at my swollen clit, one finger slowly sliding in and out of my pussy, another brushing lightly against my arsehole. As she slowly inserted that finger my dam burst and I came , shuddering with my climax. Dawn moved up beside me and kissed me as we embraced. 

The night wasn't quite over. After watching my 69 with Dawn, Brian, John and Steve decided that they had had all they could take for one night. They left, leaving Dawn and me alone with Mike and Andy. 

Mike got us all a glass of wine. He sat down, his back leaning against the bed. He motioned for me to come and rest against him. I did, feeling his chest against my back as he wrapped his arms around me. Dawn I noticed, soon cuddled up with Andy and soo they were exchanging a long, passionate kiss, their hands caressing and exploring each other. 

I lit a cigarette as I sat there, held in Mike's arms. He began to kiss my neck and shoulders. His hands began to caress my stomach and sides, moving up to lightly cop my breasts. Holding on in each hand, he teased my nipples with his thumbs as his tongue licked the back of my neck. I finished my cigarette and half turned to kiss him. The kiss was long and tender, his hands continued to caress my tits, one occasionally making its way to stroke my pussy. 




The Conference



Then we were on the floor. Still kissing, Mike rolled on top of me, his cock teasing the entrance of my pussy, pushing against the opening then pulling away, over and over until I was begging him to give it to me. He entered me with a slow thrust of his hips. I gasped as, once again, his cock slipped into me. This was the fuck I'd been waiting for all evening. His movements were slow and considerate, obviously aware of how tender I must be feeling. I brought my knees up to my chest allowing him to push in deeper. His whole cock was sliding right out and pushing back in, my body tensed with every thrust. 

I could see Dawn, on her knees, the weight of her tired body resting on Mike's bed as Andy took her from behind. His hands on her hips pulling her back to meet him as he worked her pussy with his dick. She was moaning softly and he, like Mike was with me, taking it slow and easy. 

Mike's pace increased a little I could feel his balls begin to slap against me with every stroke. I flexed the walls of my cunt to hold him tight as he slid into me, holding him deep inside me then letting him go. 

I wanted him behind me. He slid out and allowed me to position myself. I was close enough to Dawn that we could turn and kiss each other as our men fucked us from behind. 

Mike withdrew his cock and replaced it with his fingers, coating them with my juice, then the fingers were gone and his cock was back, surging into me like a piston. As he slid in and out he slowly began to slide one well lubricated finger into my arse. I had both holes being stretched and a bolt of ecstasy surged through me. 

Once again his cock slid from my pussy and I knew what was coming next. He extracted his finger and I felt it being replaced by the tip of his cock. He pushed it firmly but slowly against my rear opening. There was a brief moment of pain as he pushed past the resistance of my hole and slid his cock up my arse. Then we were moving together. His well lubricated cock moving in ad out of my arse with short jabbing thrusts. I reached between my legs to play with my clit as Mike began to increase pace. The tightness of my arse a contrast to my well fucked cunt. 

Dawn was moaning loudly. Her climax approaching. I could feel my own beginning to build. Mike's cock was being buried to the root in my arse and my fingers were stroking and rubbing my clit. Dawn came with a long , stretched out cry of pleasure. Mike's breathing was getting ragged. I began to cum clamping Mike inside me as I did. The sensations I was feeling seemed to blend in with all the other climaxes of the evening as my body took over. Pushing my hips back to take every thrust of Mike's cock as deep as I could. 

Suddenly he pulled out. I turned to face him as, with his hand wrapped round his cock he pumped furiously, forcing yet another load from his overworked balls. I caught the first of his spray in my mouth, swallowing it down in a deliriously lazy way. The rest of his cum splashed over my hair, face and tits. I rubbed it into my skin licking my fingers as the four of us collapsed in a huddle on the floor. 

Later, recovering slightly, Dawn and myself took it in turns to make use of the shower in Mike's room. We gathered up our things, kissed the Mike and Andy goodnight, thanking them for the evening we'd all enjoyed. Dawn came with me to my room. Exhausted we simply undressed and climbed into bed. We held each other close as we drifted into a satisfied sleep. 

We were woken by the alarm clock and again we only had time for a quick cuddle before Dawn had to leave. We had to check out this morning as the conference ended after lunch. 

That afternoon I said my goodbyes to Dawn and Mike. Brian, John, Andy and Steve had left already but we three had gone for a quick drink before heading home. 

I'd always found these sort of events something of a bore in the past, but not any longer. I've seen Dawn and Steve a few time over the last 10 months or so, although never together. But then, this year's conference is coming up in a few weeks time and I can hardly wait.



The Conference



I fell asleep as the jumbo jet soared high above the clouds. I felt far more comfortable sitting in first class rather than stuck back in cramped coach with screaming babies and whining mommies. I needed to catch a few winks because this 5 day conference was going to be a bitch.

I was a meeting planner and travelled extensively throughout the country and sometimes out of the country. I was headed to New York City for a worldwide coalition on health care conference. I was not looking forward to this one as it had been a tedious project and had one roadblock after another. The nice aspect was that I would have a meeting planner onsite with me in New York to help me. I was looking forward to her help. We had spoken several times on the phone and were in constant contact via email and I immediately liked her personality. At least, I would have someone to hang out with during the long, boring hours when everyone was in session.

We finally touched down in JFK after 4 hours and I was glad to get off the plane. Nala, the other meeting planner, was meeting me at the airport. I had no idea what she looked like but we had both described each other and she would be holding up a sign for me.

As I walked down the terminal, I immediately saw her and the sign and I was a little blown away. She was stunning and my breath caught a little. Woahhh, there comes those curios feelings again--but this isn't the time I thought to myself. I had been aching to be with another woman for years, but with my crazy schedule and crappy dating life well it hadn't happened yet.

Nala smiled and waved and I smiled back and we shook hands and laughed and said we were glad to finally meet each other after all our "teleconferences" etc. We got my bags and she directed me to the car that was waiting for us. We were swept into the heart of Manhattan and I smiled to myself. At least, I was in a cool city--actually NYC was by far my most favorite city and I always had fun adventures when I visited. 

Nala dropped me off at my hotel and asked if I had dinner plans. I told her I didn't and she asked me if I wanted to head to the East Village for dinner. Hmmm, East Village. That's interesting--a big gay population there...was she??? 

"Well actually I live in the East Village and thought after your long trip you'd like a home cooked meal. I mean, if you want to that is. I thought it'd give us a chance to get to know each other better before we start the conference tomorrow." She smiled. She was stunning but in a very natural way. She was about 5'7 and I felt like a shrimp next to her at only 5'2. She had wavy medium length jet black hair and the most beautiful hazel-green eyes. She had a lovely olive complexion and a beautiful smile. Her body was curvy and was glad to see she wasn't one of those typical NY anorexic waif-think women. She must have been at least a D cup and I couldn't help but sneak a few peaks at her sexy chest.

She made arrangements to have her company's car pick me up and take her to her place in the Village. I was a bit excited and a little nervous. What would I wear? I brought suits and business clothes mostly.

Later that evening... I rang her doorbell at 8 pm. I had decided on tight black capri pants, a tight grey tank top and high, wedged black sandals. On impulse, I wore my sexiest black lace thong and matching black lace demi-bra...just in case :)

She looked casual but still amazing. She had on a pair of red capris and a tight white tee that hugged her tits perfectly. Her cleavage was spilling out somewhat and I almost licked my lips. The capris were tight and I could see the outline of her firm, very rounded full ass. I felt my pussy gush a little. I wondered if she purposedly dressed this way for me...oh don't be silly. She's just dressed casual.

Nala opened a bottle of red vino and we munched on brie and crackers and sipped the wine. I could smell something heavenly coming from the kitchen. 

"I hope you like chicken cacciatore. That's my specialty" she grinned.

"Yum, my favorite!" I winked back at her. Why the hell did I wink? I am not flirting with her, I told myself.

The wine was making me sleepy but a little buzzed. We chatted about the conference and the details and what time we needed to be there and what our duties would be. 

"UGH No more business talk. Let's talk girl talk!"

"I know what you mean. This conference hasn't even started and I'm already totally wiped out!" I agreed.

We chatted about our families and my life in California and then got around to men and dating.

"Don't even get me started on men," I whined feeling the effects of the wine.

"I know what you mean--they are a big pain in the ass!" Nala laughed.

"Actually I prefer women--much easier!!" Nala commented almost sexily.

I must have looked shocked because Nala apologized and tried to change the subject.

"I'm sorry--did I offend you? I'm bi and I don't hide it...I won't bring it up again, ok hon?" she said and patted my leg.

"Ohhh no, I just..." I fumbled, "never mind."

That subject ended and we sat down to eat. The rest of the evening went by famously and we had a lot of fun--joking and laughing and giggling like we had known each other for years. This would be a good week, I thought to myself.

Conference Day #3 The conference wasn't going as we had planned. We had a small bout of conference-goers come down with the flu and we lost attendance. Nala was a trooper though and she took charge when I became frazzled. We made a good team and we worked out the quirks together.

Since it was day 3 of the conference, things were less hectic and Nala and I got a chance to relax somewhat. She looked gorgeous today in a black tight business suit and high heeled pumps. Her hair was swept up and she looked very elegant.

By 5:30 pm, we were both exhausted. I had a great idea and suggested that we get massages here at the hotel. Nala said that would be perfect and she said she'd charge them to her company.

"It's the least they can do for us slaves!" She commented and giggled.

We arranged for our massages at 7 pm and went into the bar and ordered wine and appetizers. The wine immediately made me feel relaxed and we both felt better. We went through 2 bottles of wine and both were feeling very light and buzzed.

We finally went to the massage room--we were across from each other as the masseuses worked our tired bodies and sore muscles. I could hear Nala softly moaning as the masseuse massaged her. For some reason, her moans were getting to me but I tried not to think about it.

After our massage, I suggested we go back to my room and watch tv and order room service. She immediately agreed and smiled..hhhm, was she flirting again?

We ordered dinner and another bottle of wine--not that we really needed the wine. I started flipping through the channels and Nala answered the door for room service.

I started to laugh when I saw that I flipped to a soft porn channel.

"Nala, check this out!" I said and laughed loudly.

"Ohhh porn chicka chicka wahhh..didn't know you were such a naughty girl!" She winked at me and laughed.

I blushed slightly and watched the screen. Of course, it was on a F/F scene and the two women were making out like crazy. I was getting somewhat aroused and stole a glance at Nala.

"Very hot action," She commented and sat down on the bed next to me.

"Soooo, do you remember that conversation we had a few nights ago?" I said somewhat shakily.

"Yes, hon I do"

"Well, what I was going to say..was..is...that I've always been curious...well you know." I couldn't get the words out.

"Ahhhh I see," She smiled. "So all that flirting with me this week wasn't my imagination in horny overdrive then?" 

"Uhmmm well no, I think you...are...well I'm attracted to you and think you're so amazing..." I stammered.

"Hon, I've wanted you since you stepped off the plane. I'm soooo hot for you...I'm glad you told me...I had a feeling with your flirtations but wasn't sure..." she said softly and took my hand and started rubbing it.

She then leaned down and kissed me--the sweetest, hottest most delicious kiss...our tongues intertwined and could feel her long, luscious tongue meeting mine and circling and sucking each other into a frenzy.

Before I knew it, our hands were all over each other and she was tugging off my shirt and I was tugging off her shirt and our clothes were flying everywhere. 

I finally saw her in all her beautiful naked glory and her body was ripe and lush and gorgeous--the most amazing full round tits with huge, dark brown aureolas capped with the longest dark nipples I had seen...I was in awe. My pussy leaked as I took in her bod--she had wide, full hips that curved down into lovely, full thighs and as she turned around to take off her panties I was greeted by her luscious ass...I loved a big, full ass...her cheeks were mouth watering and so big and round...when she turned around I couldn't take my eyes off her mound. She had a full dark jet black bush--curly and dense...I loved a natural looking bush and couldn't wait to explore my first pussy..mmmm. 

We sank down next to each other--our hands roaming everywhere..I had to have her tits...and proceeded to fondle and play with her gorgeous tits...she was now on top of me leaning her tits over my face and I hungrily sucked her fat nipple into my mouth...she groaned hungrily.

"That's it babe, suck my tit..I've wanted your mouth on my nipples all week...I've been playing with myself at night thinking about this moment..that's it..take it all in babe!"

I sucked and sucked those gorgeous nipples for what seemed like hours...then she reciprocated and hungrily attacked my fat, pink eraser-sized nipples...my tits were 36C, soft and full and creamy capped with large hard pink nips...I had nice tits and she seemed to enjoy loving them with her tongue and mouth. I was going crazy and was begging her to taste me.

"Oh Nala, honey, I want your mouth on my cunt...please hurry...I want to cum sooo badly for you...I'm so hot...please!" I begged.

It didn't take her long to leave my tits and trail her mouth down to my gushing, wet shaved pussy lips...she attacked my cunt with a wild vengeance and took my swollen clit between her mouth and sucked hard...I felt like I'd explode in seconds. She then lapped my pouty lips, tasting my sticky juices...then snaked her long tongue into my sopping pussy hole. I was on fire and knew I was soaking her face...I had never felt this kind of arousal with a man...I felt like I was out of control with desire and wanting.

"Oh Nala, eat me baby...eat my sweet, wet pussy...that's it..don't stop...I'm so close...I want to cum for you..." I moaned wildly and opened my legs wider for her.

She alternated sucking my clit while diving her tongue into my dripping hole. I was so close.

Finally, I felt the explosion--starting at my toes and then come crashing over me...my pussy quaked and I ground my ass hard into the bed and shook and exploded violently over her face, screaming out her name as I came over and over again for her.

I was wrecked. I could barely move...I had never experienced multiple orgasms like that--and none that were ever that strong. She moved up to me and kissed me--I could taste my musky pussy juices on her lips--she was covered in my cum.

I somehow regained my strength hehehe...and told her I wanted to eat her pussy so badly...I told her I had a fantasy of a woman riding my face and she was happy to oblige..I wanted that hairy, juicy pussy riding all over my face and wanted to feel her cum hard on my face.

She straddled my face and could smell her heat...I pushed open her lips with my tongue and dove into her sopping cunt...I loved the feel of her bush tickling my nose as I drank up her creamy pussy juice...she was like a fountain and was fascinated by how wet she was--her juice running down her thighs and into her asshole...she started riding me hard and could hear her wild groans and moans as she bucked against my face.

"That's it baby--I've been dreaming about this all week...use your tongue baby..suck me...harder...right on my clit." She directed.

I had never eaten pussy before so I had no idea if I was any good but from her moans I guess I was doing something right...I found her swollen, fat bud with my mouth and couldn't believe how big it was..mine was average sized but her clittie was huge and my pussy was gushing as soon as I clamped my mouth onto her swollen clittie...I started sucking and nibbling her bud like a mad woman and alternated tonguing her sweet cunt and clit and fucking her with my tongue..she really liked the tongue...so I kept up with her tongue fucking..spearing my tongue deeper and faster as she rode me. 

Finally, she erupted in a huge orgasm and sprayed my face with her cum...she screamed my name so loudly that I thought the neighbors would bang on the wall...this woman was in heat, I thought to myself.

"FUCK ME!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed over and over and kept riding me, spraying more cum all over my face--it was running all over my face and dripping down onto my chin and neck. Damn, this woman could cum!

Finally, she fell off my face and we both laughed and hugged our slick, sexy bodies together.

"Hmmm so we have 2 more days together, sexy lady...I can't wait to fuck you madly for the next 48 hours, lover. I'll make you a pussy hungry bi in no time" She whispered sexily in my ear.

Well, I guess this conference wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.



The Conference



The bright neon light made the faces of the people gathered around the conference table look ashen and tired. They had been negotiating about the contract now for almost 4 hours, and it was the third time they had been meeting during the last two weeks because of that. The conference table was clattered with empty bottles of mineral water and apple juice, and the used coffee cups piled up in the middle, but no one cared for another break, everyone just wanted to get things done and over with. 

Sarah couldn't help but let her thoughts drift for a moment while the lawyer of the other party was reciting some more paragraphs from some literature she never had heard mentioned anywhere, and as she scanned the mostly annoyed or bored faces around the table, she once again was hooked by the intelligent grey eyes of the opponent's consultant across the table. He was a handsome man, in his late thirties she figured. His dark grey suit was well tailored, his shirt, only a shade lighter, matched his eyes and his tie was held by an exclusive design pin. His light brown hair was cut short, and, she had noticed that at the very first meeting already, there was no traces of a wedding ring on his manicured yet masculine hands. With a blush she noticed he was staring at her in return now and had that breathtaking smile that sent her heart racing, and she hurried to look down into the papers before her, pretending to study them with full attention. 

She wasn't aware that she herself was quite a sight in this mainly male dominated domain of financial business. Her short blonde hair and deep blue eyes caught the eye of many of the men she had to deal with, and when, as she often did, she sucked the end of her pen with her full pouting lips while listening or concentrating on a subject, more than one of them had imagined giving her something to suck worth the effort. Sarah was oblivious to all that. She never had considered herself as pretty, lest stunning, and little did she know about the effect her deliberately masculine attire had on underlining her femininity even the more. She was wearing a white men's shirt and a dark green jacket, around her neck she had bound a matching green and blue tie with a golden pin. The only concession she made to her gender was the short tight dark green skirt, that stopped at hand's width above the knee and showed plenty of her long slim legs in graphite coloured stockings and ending in dark blue high heels that picked up the colour scheme of the tie again.

The air in the conference room was thick now and most of the jackets had been taken off during the long negotiations, as had been Sarah's. When she finally had recovered from the embarrassing moment of being caught looking at the attractive man opposite her she straightened her body and leant back, causing the white cotton shirt to tighten over her ample breasts, the tie outlining the valley in-between. Once again she shifted her body and stretched her legs, without noticing that her neighbours on either side were glancing quite tantalised under the table whenever she pushed back her chair or changed the way her legs were crossed. 

The lawyer was still explaining some not too substantial things about the credit insurance, and her eyes fell on the list with the participant's names in the folder in front of her. Mr. M. Evans – that was him with the sparkling grey eyes and the sexy smile. She started to muse about what the M. might be standing for, while now her own company's lawyer started his speech. Could be Mathew, Martin, Michael ... She was interrupted in her thoughts by the sound of closing folders around her and with relief watched the CEO's of both companies shake hands – so that meant they had made it – finally. In the overall turmoil of gathering papers and congratulating each other on the success of the deal and a brilliant future, the word was spread that they all would meet in the hotel bar in 30 minutes to celebrate. As the room was starting to empty, her boss turned to her "Miss Sanders, I know it is not your job, but would you mind mailing a copy of those contracts to the headquarters before coming down to the bar? You see – I am not that good with these modern technical things myself ..." he smiled at her in his helpless but charming way, and Sarah couldn't but respond with a big smile and taking the pile of papers from his hand she said "No problem Sir, just leave them with me..." He waved back to her and with a "Thanks Miss Sanders." He was gone. 

Sarah took a deep breath and opened the top button of her shirt, loosening the tie a little, before she headed to the little office that was right next to the conference room they had booked for the day. With a low buzzing sound the computer started his warm-up routine while Sarah's thoughts returned to Mr. M dot Evans. They had met three times now, and although Sarah had had a feeling of mutual attraction at first, he had been friendly but distant during the meetings, and although she had thought to notice an interested sparkle in his eyes when she half-heartedly had suggested to take a drink at the bar after the last meeting, he had declined. She was not surprised, thinking he was just Mr. Handsome in person and probably had better offers to refuse than hers, but nevertheless, she felt a little disappointed. With a sigh she returned her attention to the computer screen and entered her password to start the program when she heard the door in the conference room open and lock again. Assuming it was her boss to see if she was doing ok she called "I will be done in about ten minutes, Sir!". But instead of a reply the office door opened and in the frame stood Mr. Evans. His shirt was opened too and the tie hanging loose around his neck gave him a renegade look, his jacket casually dangling from his shoulder. Sarah's heart missed a beat before she could gather her composure again and ask" Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" 

Carelessly Mr. Evans tossed his jacket over a nearby chair and without further warning pulled Sarah from her chair into his arms, sealing her lips with a passionate kiss before she even had a chance to protest or respond. While still rigid in his arms for the first moment of surprise, she soon surrendered to his tongue caressing her lips, exploring her mouth. It did not take long and she had her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders while his hands caressed her back and buttocks. And when he whispered into her ear "You sure will be done in ten minutes, my dear" she was lost. For a moment she wondered if that was all real or just her vivid imagination, but she decided she didn't care at all, as long as it didn't suddenly stop. Her nipples grew hard under Mr. Evans' touch and his venturing hands had soon found a way to sneak under her skirt and caress her thighs and butt. She responded with more passionate kissing and soft moans when he reminded her to keep silent, they could be heard should someone pass or enter the conference room. Knowing they only had a few minutes they didn't loose a lot of time – and soon Sarah found herself bent over one of the tables, her skirt wrapped around her waist, while her dripping wet pussy got a licking of a quality she couldn't recall ever having gotten. Just as she was about to climax they heard the door of the conference room open... they both froze in an instant.... 

"Miss Sanders, I am down at the bar now if you should need me – sorry to keep you up here for another while, but please come and join us once you have finished..." 

Sarah's boss called from the door. It took all of Sarah's strength to steady her voice and reply "No problem Sir, I will be with you shortly!" ... and only when the door of the conference room fell shut they both took a beep breath. The feeling of almost having been caught by her boss made Sarah even more excited if possible .. and she really was hot for Mr. Evans now, so when he was about to resume his licking she looked back over her shoulder with a cheeky smile "I assume this bulge in your pants is not caused by your mobile phone, is it? Why don't you show me how you sign your contracts, baby?" 

With a chuckle Mr. Evans opened his pants just enough to push them down over his butt and pull out his rock hard and quite impressive tool. "You ask for it – we deliver" was all he said as with a big grin he started to tease her soaking wet pussy with the head of his cock, before finally inserting it in a slow move, making Sarah writhe and moan. He set up a steady pumping rhythm and Sarah met each of his thrusts with abandon, rocking her hips and tensing her tummy muscles to make her cunt even tighter for him. When she felt his hands claw into her butt cheeks she couldn't hold back any longer and released all the pent up tension of the day in a exploding orgasm. The spasms in her cunt sucking his cock hard and deep inside her, he too only lasted a few thrusts longer before he shot his load into her, a deep guttural moan all that betrayed his climax to her ears. But she felt herself being filled with his hot milky cum and needed no more confirmation that he too had enjoyed this "joint venture". Before withdrawing his now sticky cock from her pussy, he gave her a light smack on the butt "Hang on baby, we are not done yet" he said and pulled a pen from his shirt pocket. With a chuckle he signed her butt "Fucked by M. Evans", kissing the spot afterwards and finally releasing her to get cleaned up.

Knowing they were awaited at the social in the hotel bar, there was no more time for romantic kissing and cuddling, and a quick clean up would have to do. When Sarah already sat in front of the computer again, mailing the news of the successful end of the negotiations through to the headquarter, she looked at him zipping up his pants and couldn't refrain from asking:" What made you come back this time?" He answered: "I wanted you so badly from the first time we met .. but being the consultant of your opponents there was just no way I could be getting involved with you. This is why I didn't take you up on the offer of having a drink last time, I just wasn't sure I could hold myself in check to be honest if I were alone with you. But now, with the contract done, I figured I might as well go for some negotiating of my own, since the signs ..." he winked at her, reminding her of earlier when he had caught her staring at him ".. seemed to be promising." He blew a kiss into her direction and looked back from the door with his grey eyes sparkling mischievously: " Further details will be negotiated in my room after the social – you know, there always need to be two signatures under a contract". And whistling a happy tune she heard him leave.

Sarah sat at the computer and waited for the confirmation of her message having been delivered – and with a smile and an already again tingling pussy finally made her way to the hotel bar, still wondering what the M. was standing for.



The Conference



A few years ago, my wife's sister, Carol, got us into one of those network sales programs. We did pretty well at first, but after about a year, things began to dry up. In an attempt to boost our business, we decided to go to the national conference to learn how the successful people in the business made it work.

We made our reservations, but as the time for the conference drew closer, my wife became ill and used up most of her vacation time. I still wanted to go, so my wife told me to go ahead. 

Carol called a few days later and said that her husband changed jobs, and he didn't have enough vacation time to go. Carol asked if she could stay in our room to save some money. My wife told her that she wasn't going. Carol still thought it would be a good idea if her and I shared a room. My wife and I both warned her that I snore quite loudly, and it probably wouldn't be a good idea. Carol said that her husband also snored, so she was used to it. Anyway, it would save us both quite a bit of money. Reluctantly, my wife and I both finally agreed.

The conference was only a couple of hours away for me, so I drove. Carol lived further away, so she had to fly in. I planned my trip so I would get to the airport at the same time she flew in. I picked her up, and we drove to the hotel. 

At the hotel, we found a couple of our up-lines, had dinner with them and talked a lot about the system, the classes we would take at the conference, and generally had a good time. We got back to the room at about 11:00 and we were both exhausted. I normally sleep in the nude, but for the sake of modesty, I slept in running shorts. I didn't want to embarrass either of us by walking to the bathroom in the nude or having the covers slip off during the night.

I woke up at 6:00 in the morning, and Carol was already showered and dressed, sitting on her bed glaring at me. She said that it was like sleeping with a freight train. She gave up at 4:30, showered and got dressed. I got up, showered, dressed, and went down to meet her for breakfast.

The conference center was about 10 blocks from the hotel, and we had to walk about 5 blocks to find a good place to eat lunch. At the end of the day, we had to walk back to the hotel, and go to a party with our up-lines. By the time we got back to our room, Carol was exhausted. She showered, put on her shirt and shorts, then crashed on her bed. By the time I got out of the shower, Carol was asleep on top of her covers. I touched her shoulder to tell her to get under the covers, she jumped, cussed and grabbed her leg. All of the walking and lack of sleep gave her a cramp.

I felt bad, since it was my fault she didn't get any sleep. I told her to lie on her stomach, and I would rub out the cramp. My hands were a little dry, so I got some of the cream provided by the hotel and began to massage out the cramp. After about 15 minutes, the cramp in her calf was gone, and I decided to move to the other leg. I knew I was doing something right, because she began to doze off. I continued to move up her legs until I was almost up to her shorts. 

She began to moan in her sleep, and I wasn't quite sure where to go from there. I wanted to complete the massage, so I began to rub her back on top of her shirt. She began to frown in her sleep, so I go some more cream on my hands and began rubbing her back under her shirt. I rubbed up to her shoulders and back to the top of her shorts. As I kept up the massage, I worked my way to her sides and back to her waist. I didn't get any resistance, so I continued down her sides to the sides of her breasts. When I reached her breasts, she began to moan in her sleep. I went back to her legs and worked my way back up to her shorts. As I rubbed the inside of her thighs, she spread her legs a little and began to push her ass back at me. I took this as a sign to go further, and began to slide my fingers inside the legs of her shorts. I got no resistance, so I began to run my fingers up and down her pussy lips. 

I could feel the wetness begin to cover my fingers. I slipped my finger between her lips and sought out her clit. As soon as I touched her clit, she began to moan and grind her pussy against my fingers. I began to work her clit faster, and slipped two fingers from my other hand into her steaming hole. The faster I worked my fingers, the more she ground her pussy into my hands. Her pussy was getting hotter and wetter until she finally came and passed out. 

She never said anything during the whole episode, so I didn't really know if she was awake or not. Deciding not to push the issue, I decided to get into my own bed. I was horny, but also exhausted. I fell asleep and woke up with the alarm at 6:00. Carol was still asleep, so I headed for the shower.

I had just finished washing and rinsing my hair when the shower curtain opened. Carol, totally nude, was standing next to the tub. She smiled and asked me if she could share the water. What could I say? Her large breasts swayed seductively as she stepped into the shower. She was standing close enough that her breasts were pressed against my chest. She thanked me for working out her cramp last night. As I got over my shock, my cock began to rise. Carol said that she should return the favor and help me work out my cramp. With that, she wrapped her hand around my rock hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. I began to grit my teeth to keep from cumming too soon. Carol said she needed to get a closer look at my problem, and got on her knees. Still stroking my cock, she moved her head closer to my cock. She opened her mouth and engulfed my throbbing cock. She continued to slowly stroke and suck my cock until I finally couldn't take anymore and blasted her tonsils with my sticky cream. She stood up, smiled, and swallowed my cum. Still smiling, she said "Now, we are even."

We finished our shower, washing each other all over, but not saying a word. We didn't say a word about it all day long. The second day was pretty much a duplicate of the first, except we were both much more relaxed. 

The festivities ended early and we were back into our room by 9:00. I couldn't take it anymore and asked if we were going to have a repeat the shower or the massage. She said that she didn't want to have intercourse with me, because it would be cheating on her husband and her sister. I asked her what she thought we did. She said that what we did was just stress relief. I asked her if we could have some more relief. She smiled, and began to unbutton her blouse.

I stopped her and put her hands on her head. I took a breast in each hand and began to feel its size and weight. As I squeezed, I felt her nipples harden under my palms. She began to breathe harder, so I unbuttoned and opened her blouse. I put her arms at her side and slide her blouse off. I stepped closer and put my arms around her to unclasp her bra. As I did, I nibbled on her neck, and she began to shiver and moan. I pulled her bra off, massaged the marks from her soft breasts and worked her nipples with my thumbs. I bent my head down and sucked in her nipples one at a time. Her nipples were large, hard and very tasty. As I sucked her nipples, I began to rub her ass. 

While still using my mouth on her breasts, I unzipped and unfastened her pants. As they fell to the floor, I slipped my hands inside her panties, and continued to rub her ass. I slipper her panties to the floor, and followed them to the floor with my mouth. When I got to her pussy, I breathed in the wonderful fragrance, and parted her lips with my tongue. As I her clit over with my tongue her knees began to buckle and she fell back on the bed. I started to climb on the bed but she told me to stop. I asked what was wrong, and she told me that I was overdressed. I practically tore my clothes off, and climbed between her legs. She said, no, she couldn't risk that. She rolled me onto my back and climbed on in a 69 position. I felt her engulf my cock into her mouth as she brought her steaming cunt into my face. I licked and sucked her clit and stuck my tongue and fingers into her cunt as far as I could. 

Her cunt muscles squeezed my fingers several times as she came. I felt my own orgasm beginning to build up, and I wanted her to have one more good orgasm. As I felt us both getting closer, I slipped a finger into her ass. I was beginning to cum and I felt her begin to cum. I popped another finger into her ass and she came so hard, I was afraid she was going to bite my cock off. I pumped my cream deep into her throat, while she creamed all over my face. Carol fell onto her side and we both fell asleep in that position.

The next morning, we showered together, and got each other off one more time in the shower. I took her to the airport, and drove home.

We have been to each others house a couple of times since, but we have never spoken about it to each other or to anyone else. Sometimes, I wonder if it really happened or if the weekend was just a dream.



The Conference



Three weeks ago my eight year old daughter came home from school and right away I knew something wasn’t quite right. She was quiet and didn’t divulge her day to me as usual. My wife and I both realized something must have happened at school and we agreed that she would speak to her before bed.

I was about to fall asleep when my wife came in and told me everything was okay but she had been in trouble at school.

“What kind of trouble?” I asked.

“She was breaking sticks of chalk and Sister Paula chastised her.”

I wondered for a moment. 

“You mean she scolded her in class?” 

“Well, she received a spanking,” my wife said quietly.

“WHAT?!”

“Shhh! She was given a spanking in private in the principal’s office.”

I was seething by this time.

“Are you saying Sister Maria had a hand in this, too?” I asked.

“I guess…”

I interrupted my wife by going and asking my daughter directly.

She assured me it did not hurt but was embarrassing.

She seemed to be okay but I was mostly disappointed that no one made an effort to reach me prior to the punishment. 

I decided to visit the school the very next day after work. I didn’t tell my daughter nor did I tell my wife.

-

I walked in the doors of the old school. Nothing had changed since my days there at Saint Benedict’s. I had calmed down since the prior evening but I still needed to let them know this wasn’t acceptable. 

Not once was I struck by any teacher when I was in school. I didn’t get into Stanford by being a bad kid. Breaking sticks of chalk was not worth the trouble and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. The nuns were known for corporal punishment but it was rare and for big crimes. I do, however, remember some of the nuns being less than supportive and bordering on verbal abuse. I still had a slight chip on my shoulder for that.

I approached the classroom where Sister Paula was sitting at her desk. I introduced myself and from the outset she told me to take my issue to the principal, Sister Maria. 

I walked the hall to the office and she greeted me with a scowl. She was old fashioned and chose to wear the habit even when most of the others wore every day clothes.

“Why are you here?” she quickly asked.

“I’d like to know why you struck my child yesterday. No, no…never mind why. I would like for you not to touch her again.”

“Her teacher and I had good grounds for spanking her.”

“What?” I asked. “You both spanked her?”

“She had to be held down…”

“Bullshit! There is no reason…” 

Sister interrupted me.

“I don’t approve of your profanity, Mister…”

“Bullshit!” I repeated.

“You are asking for a punishment yourself if you don’t stop that foul tongue of yours,” she said as she stood from her desk.

“Bull - shit!” I said slowly. 

I could sense the nun had heard enough. She walked briskly around her big desk but instead of opening the door for me as I expected, she pulled me out of the chair by my collar.

“What the fuck?” I said as I jumped to my feet. 

“You need your mouth washed out with soap this instant!”

I pulled my arm from her grasp as we both stood there staring at each other. 

Then she walked around her desk and said, “Drop your pants.”

I stood watching as she pulled from her drawer a leather strap.

“I said drop your pants!”

I continued to stare at her as she pointed the strap my direction. 

She shook her head in frustration and tossed the strap back into the desk and fumbled around before removing a whip with multiple cords. 

Holy shit. This bitch meant business. A vague sense of sexiness emanated from her bitchiness, unintentionally I’m sure.

I’ve never been one to run from conflict and this time was no exception. 

I began to unfasten my belt but realized my cock was semi-erect. 

I tucked my cock tight in my underwear with hopes she wouldn’t notice.

My pants were unbuttoned and she reminded me again, “Drop your pants.”

I let them go to my ankles as she approached me from the side.

“What are you waiting for? Drop your briefs and grab your ankles.”

“I’m not that limber anymore! I can’t grab my ankles.”

Pull your briefs down and bend over the desk then.”

I took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling momentarily.

Sister took it upon herself to dig her nails under my waistband and pull my shorts to my ankles.

My cock sprang up as I reached to conceal it. 

“Now. Bend over the desk,” she said.

I did not envision this outcome ten minutes earlier but now I was strangely aroused at Sister’s request. I waited for her to either strike me or announce her bluff but she walked away from me and locked her office door and shut the blinds.

“Sister?” I said nicely. 

“Shut up!” she fired back.

I turned to look as she was lifting her robe over her head. 

Underneath she wore black rubber thigh highs with matching hipsters. The lower part of the habit covered the top half of her breasts. If things hadn’t been strange enough up until that point…

I was surprised at how fit this middle aged woman was. She had a narrow waist for the size of her big thighs and hips. I was also extremely aroused and dumbfounded by this erotic scenario. I quickly looked away. 

*WHAP!*

“OUCH!” I screamed.

The feeling of several whips came down at once and burned my back end. 

Sister grunted as she stepped into each blow. She hit me at least two dozen times in succession and each with all her strength.

The burning was replaced by numbness and my cock was standing at attention. 

I figured Sister was out of surprises so I reached back and raised my shirt to my shoulders as she obligingly struck new territory. My back was on fire as were my loins. She knew I was savoring the pain.

Sister struck me several more times up and down my legs before stopping. 

I continued to lay there gasping as she stepped back into her robe. 

“If that is all, you may leave,” she advised.

Without a word I stood up and dressed myself.

I was hoping that wasn’t all but that was for her to decide.

I did not know what to say. I didn’t know whether to sue her or submit to her.

“Thank you, Sister,” I said. 

She was sitting at her desk and did not look up.

I watched her for a moment and closed the door behind me.

Before leaving I entered a broom closet and began furiously beating off into a sink. I came quickly as though I never had in my life. 

I cleaned myself off and walked out the door. 

A trophy case in the hall caught my attention. My eighth grade basketball trophy and picture were still there as well as a medal I received for track. 

I had forgotten about that medal and wondered if I could have it back. I had nothing to lose by asking the principal if she had the key and could retrieve it for me.

I walked to her office and noticed the door was slightly ajar. I was about to knock when I saw Sister Paula and Sister Maria in the middle of a kiss.

Not a friendly peck on the cheek but a long, passionate kiss with their bodies pressed against each other. It occurred to me Sister Paula might have seen my entire whipping.

I tiptoed away before being noticed.

I do not plan on telling my wife and for the past two weeks I’ve prevented her from discovering the lash marks on my body. Some of the heavier blows left cuts and are slower to heal.

I shutter to imagine what would happen if my raging wife stormed into the principal’s office demanding an explanation. I think she would have to be held down for her punishment.

Maybe I should tell her. 

This is my story and I’m sticking to it.



The Conference Call



As soon as she entered my cabin, Christine flicked the door-knob close, and switched on the ‘Conf Call ON’ button. To the office, the Sales Director was holding an important conference call and was not to be disturbed. Between the two of us…well…

She covered the distance between the door and my table in three hops, and throwing the spreadsheets containing the office quarterly budget into the trash-can, embraced me in a seductive hug. Unlike the typical office-hotties in their early twenties, this one was one mature female – in her late-30s, full, curvaceous, hungry, and assured of her every step, I thought. A typical soccer-mom turned professional, who was just beginning to get to know the outside world, and savoring every moment of attention that it was bestowing on her.

I came back to my senses feeling a pair of lips kissing my neck. God – she knows how to seduce, I told myself. I took her red pullover by its hem, rolling it up, and gasped as I found her bare underneath. She was prepared! Languidly she raised her hands and turned back as I pulled it off her frame. I threw it on the table, and holding her from back, started to softly knead her breasts. She was an ample 36C, just big enough to fit my large palms, with that ripe yet imperceptible sag that comes only with maturity. My fingers played with her hardening nipples, tweaking them under my index and thumb, as I moved my lips to nibble on her earlobes. I loved the way her nipples were responding to my kisses on her earlobes…she gripped my hand and shivered – partly in excitement, and partly also because I had kept the a/c running on high-cool – a soft moan escaped her throat as her nipples become two small quivering pebbles under my fingers…. 

I took one hand on to Christine’s waist, slowly unzipping her skirt, and letting it fall in a silent heap around her ankles. Since she was without a pair of bra under her pullover, I half-expected her to be naked under her skirt as well, but now I found a thin, lacy sea-blue panty clinging to her soft pussy. I ran my finger over her covered crotch, and her trimmed pussy felt wonderful under the lace. She was already sopping wet there, and I lifted my finger to my nose to inhale her. It was such an aphrodisiac, and under my trouser and boxer, my cock strained to get a release and be with her pussy. I pulled her over my paper-scattered office-desk, making her lay on her back with her legs resting on the armrests of my chair, as I knelt down in front of her pussy to worship it. I hooked the gusset of her panty in my finger, pushing it on one side, massaging her pubis over the soft lace, nuzzling my nose against it, and then softly probing her with the tip of my tongue. Christine kept whimpering, as her tight pussy started to get flooded, rocking her hips, and pushing them on to my face. 

Pushing my tongue deeper, I held the waistband, and slowly rolled it down over her ass. Holding the wisp of blue cotton in my hand, I smelled her crotch. It gave away a damp, moist smell of a matured woman on heat. I quickly stripped off my clothes, freeing my turgid tool, wrapping her moist panties around my bulge, and slowly jerking myself. She reached out, hands gripping my head, guiding it deeper into the folds of her oozing labia.

As my tongue flicked her clit, Christine kicked away her shoes, and rubbed her toes over my massive cock-head, feeling the wetness as the head jerked against the ridge of her toe. I hooked two fingers and slowly pushed them inside her tight juicy love-hole, massaging the flooding pussy. It forced her legs wider, as her generous hips shook and trembled. My thumb joined my mouth, tweaking the nub of her clit between my thumb and tongue. Her tiny dark asshole throbbed, and hips jerked as she groaned. I quickly smeared some of her pussy-juice on her crinkled anus, making it slippery. My right index wanted to probe it, pushing inside slowly, past her anal ring, filling up both her holes and lapping her up vigorously.

Christine raised her ass slightly from the table as she felt feel my finger entering her, squeezing tightly around it. As her thighs shook, my cock dropped a large glob of pre-cum on her toe. I could feel the sheath between her asshole and pussy stretched, and her stomach quivering. I was silently begging for her to cum on my face, flooding my mouth with her juice....her hips jerked, as if she was answering my silent prayers with an involuntary twitching of her asscheeks, releasing her cream on my thirsty tongue.

I looked up to her breasts, and they looked neglected for a while. I got up, sitting back on my plush chair, and pulling her up to come and sit on my lap, facing me. The intent was clear – I wanted to suckle on to her tits while I made her sit on my lap and fuck her. Her legs straddled my thighs, my huge cock straining at the entrance of her pussy. I held her asscheeks, lifting her frame, as Christine cupped her left boob and pushed it into my hungry, waiting mouth. Just then, my flared cock-head moved past her wet outer lips, making her gasp. I cupped her boob, rolling the hard brown nipple on my tongue, scraping my teeth over her growing and hardening areola, and then moving to the other. She squirmed, and then started to lower herself slowly on my tool. It spread her pussy wider, reaching impossible depths of her womb. I rested for a while, and then pushed her up, until the cock was almost out, before again impaling her. All the while, my tongue was making love to her nipples, savoring their rubbery softness. Her tight pussy milked my cock, as it spewed pre-cum inside her dark tunnel, making it so slick and full of the primal smell of sex. Christine’s face contorted, and she started to knead my nipples. This sent an electric pulse down my cock. I could feel all the pent-up cum erupting, as I held on to her breasts to keep her from falling off….. 

And then it came, like a huge volcano coming out of the pits of the ocean. As your body tightened around the massive shaft, I came in repeated jerks, almost throwing her off-balance with the first gush. I could feel the white hot lava flooding the inside of her slick pussy, which soon started to overflow. She gasped and moaned, twitching uncontrollably, Cumming at almost the same instant, as I pulled her close to my chest, holding her as waves of orgasm raked through her body. 

As she lay spent, I reached under and took a forgetful of gooey cum seeping out of her pussy, smearing them on her breasts. I lovingly massaged her boobs with my cum, making them messy and sticky, with globs of semen sticking to her nipples. And then I started to lick them clean, as she looked up and gave me a dazzling smile. I held her face up in my palms, kissing her on her full lips, and passing on some of my cum inside her mouth. She seemed to savor the taste, and then, bringing her lips to my ear, whispered softly… 

…Shall we take the conf call to discuss the budget now?



The Conference Call



I stirred early on Friday morning. The sun was trying to break through the heavy curtains in our bedroom, bathing everything in a dimly spectral half light. I turned into Sarah's warm, soft, body beside me and luxuriated in that animal bliss that sleeping with a woman can give you. I was definitely entertaining thoughts of expanding this warm, comfortable, embrace into some lazy morning sex. My wife was still fast asleep, her curly blonde hair messed over her eyes and her mouth slightly open as she breathed slowly and rhythmically. 

I kissed her shoulder above the pipe-strap of the silk night dress I bought for her last year. I love how it clings tight around her bust and how the hemline only goes mid-thigh. It's champagne coloured, and she never wears panties with it, which drives me wild. Just as I was about to awaken her with kisses, my phone started ringing and buzzing around on the dresser. In the early morning silence the vibrating racket was intense. I fumbled for it and frantically tried to swipe it to answer. Sarah stirred beside me, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

- Hello

- Hi. It's me.

Corinna Watson's low and breathy voice filled my ear, instantly shooting a barb of ice into my stomach. Corinna was my colleague on the Artson Project. We had worked shoulder-to-shoulder for months through that gruelling contract. Late nights, tense showdowns with the client, ultimatums and deadlines. We were a great team, the best Architects in the Shumann-Massey Firm. 

I also had an affair with her.

They say Karma has a way of catching up with you... 

It happened by accident. She had flirted with me for months, but I laughed it off. I didn't think a woman that beautiful could be interested in me. Then, one late evening, when Artson made yet another of their calls threatening to cancel, we became so stressed-out we lost our minds. We were arguing and shouting when something snapped, and, before I knew it, we started tearing into each other. Soon I was nailing her on my desk, her skirt around her waist, and my trousers bunched at my ankles. .

Yes, I'm a douche. I shouldn't have done that. Nor should I have banged her in the supply closet during lunch hour;the next day. Or, in my car later that week. Or, in the motel room we hired. Or, maybe not the five times we did it during the two-day conference in London. Damn, we had a hard time explaining why neither of us had any notes from that trip. 

Corinna was so physically unlike Sarah that it was a huge turn-on. She had a sultry Italian look about her. Athletic rather than curvy with long legs and deep-dark hair. A sharp contrast to my wife's buxom-blonde sexuality. Being with Corinna energised me sexually. Even Sarah was benefiting (somewhat) as I over-compensated for my infidelity by having sex with her more often, and with new inventiveness. I was like a teenager, with endless erections and endless capability. One week I had sex with both women for five days straight, like a ping-pong ball bouncing between them. On any given day I might jump Sarah in the morning and screw her to the mattress before she got out of bed. Later, I'd take my desensitised cock and work-over Corinna's lithe body with the endurance of a long-distance runner. On another day, I would fuck my co-worker, hard and dirty, wherever we could get privacy, before going home and making long, slow, love to my wife for hours. Massaging her, patiently eating her out, changing positions constantly, until she found her way to a deep orgasm. 

For twenty weeks life was perfect. It was wrong, but it was perfect, and I never wanted it to end. The excitement of keeping my affair hidden was both thrilling and dangerous to me. I'd had close calls. Like times when Sarah called my desk phone and Corinna answered. Times when they almost met. I had to keep my wits sharp. Skirting conversations when each woman asked suspicious questions about the other. Corinna was like a drug to me; I couldn't get enough. She was bewildering in her craziness - deeply creative, deeply unpredictable, and she wanted me just as much as I did her. I did realise that, for her, there was a deeper need in our affair than just sex. Being with me brought out her creativity, her genius. Every time we did something wild, something dangerous, she produced the most outstanding designs, working in feverish spurts, as if she was "cumming" mentally. Every time we crashed together physically she became more creative, more innovative. I delighted to feed this fire. When she was like this, nothing could stop her. 

Like on the evening of 9th July. Sixteen weeks into the project, twelve weeks into our affair, Artson finally cancelled. They called us into their plush mahogany-and-leather board-room and crushed us. Apparently, we didn't have the "inspiration" for their "flagship" office building. As I filed out behind our CEO and the Artson execs I saw Corinna catch the elbow of Henry Wineman, Artson's president, and say something to him. We were already in the lobby when we noticed she was missing and we had a confusing wait as Artson security delayed our taxi's and Artson execs made sheepish, embarrassed, small-talk with the guys they had just mercilessly canned. Then the elevator doors pinged and Corinna stepped out. 

We had 24 hours. 

Later that night, the whole Shumann-Massey building was black except for our lone office. Corinna and I worked like slaves, but we couldn't get it, couldn't crack it. I was frustrated, deeply stressed, and, something else was bothering me. How did we get another 24 hours after such a devastating shut-out? How did we get that stay of execution? What did she say that could possibly change his mind? Over a coffee break in the neutral zone between our desks I asked her. And listened in horror when she told me. She said that, when the boardroom door closed behind us, she got down on her knees in front of Henry Wineman and begged for another 24 hours to come up with the design. Begged him. She told me that, watching her pleading from her knees gave the dirty old bastard a big bulge in his trousers and, when she saw it, she opened his zipper and started begging a completely different way. Minutes later, she got her 24-hours. I was disgusted, livid, raging that my woman, (one of my women), could be degraded like that. That she would betray me like that. Let that happen to her. She got angry too. She said she did what she had to do to save our asses. I didn't own her anyway. Who did I think I was. We were shouting again. Pushing. Grabbing. Kissing. Bending her over her desk. Skirt yanked up, panties yanked down. Kicking her ankles apart. Panting. Pushing inside. Her hands, flat on the desk. Gasping. Her head down. Looking back between her legs. Fucking. 

After a few minutes I noticed something strange as Corinna picked up her technical pen and started to draw even as I fucked her. I looked over her shoulder as she sketched, holding herself up with her left hand and her face almost on top of what she was drawing. She gasped and panted onto her creation, lost in it. I slowed my hips and stopped buffeting her body so hard. Now she could balance better and keep a steady hand. And how her hand was steady! The lines flowed and curved on the paper as she worked. Straight when I pushed in, and curved when I pulled out. I put my hands on the desk to take my body weight off her, my fingers intertwining with her support hand and my chin on her shoulder, watching her create as my cock moved inside her. I fucked her slowly as she panted and made soft female noises at the paper. 

This is how we worked for the next hour, with me fitting my body into the rhythm of her creativity. No groping, no pulling and dragging, just moving my length in and out of her slippery-damp tunnel. Letting her feel it. Every now and then she would buck her ass, looking for more stimulation, and I would give it to her a little harder. As the drawing progressed she demanded more and more until we were at a point not so different from our normal passionate lovemaking. I came inside her. She kept drawing. Desperately, I kept up my thrusting pace, willing my cock to stay hard. She was rushing the last parts, trying to finish before an orgasm took her. The effort was intense. Suddenly she dropped the pen and slapped her palm on the desk. She was holding her breath but, her shoulders were shaking. She was coming. She quivered in silence for minutes, a sheet of paper unconsciously crumpled in one hand, and her pussy clenching and unclenching on my tool. Eventually she laid a trembling cheek on her creation and closed her eyes. 

I was exhausted, barely able to hang on to her as I looked to see the results. 

She had sketched out the window arrangement for the Artson building's gigantic atrium. It was a masterpiece, artistic and functional, modern and timeless. Light would scatter through it into the space below. She had created a huge, building-tall, lattice of window openings all with the same motif, a "lemniscate", endlessly repeated, interlocked, and overlaid. The lemniscate is the symbol denoting infinity, a figure-eight turned on its side, with no beginning and no end. Hers was not a perfectly rendered mathematical symbol, as that would not translate well into the concrete and steel of a corporate headquarters. Instead it was something she had modified, something she had drawn from her imagination. The loops of the eight were stretched and thin to allow interlocking, and the crossover was thick to give structural support. It confounded me; I had seen it before. It was somewhere in the edge of my mind. Where had I seen it? When I stepped back everything was revealed. A lemniscate. Stretched and distorted into a new shape. A shape exactly like that a woman's panties might take if they were stretched between her knees. Stretched between her knees exactly the way they might be if she found herself suddenly getting fucked from behind.

At the gala opening of the Artson building a string quartet played for the politicians and company luminaries while they sipped champagne and chattered like magpies in the huge lattice-work atrium at the building's centre. All of the men were wearing tuxedos and the women were almost as uniform in their little black numbers and evening gowns. From afar it could have been a funeral not a celebration of the country's 31st tallest building. I came out of the Venetian marble bathroom feeling pretty happy with myself and stopped to see Corinna and Sarah deep in conversation by the fountain. I froze in fear. They were standing square on, holding their glasses like weapons, and sizing each other up as they talked. I was too far away to hear anything said but I could tell it wasn't a vacuous chat about the weather. This was the very thing I dreaded most. I shot forward and hustled my wife over to the company directors, babbling at her all the while. As she made bewildered small-talk with those dusty old bastards I chanced a glance over my shoulder and back towards the fountain. Corinna was still standing in the same place, conspicuous in her deep red cocktail dress among all that black, conspicuous in being the only person in the room standing alone. I didn't have to try to catch her eye, she was staring directly at me, her glare murderous. 

When our second project kicked off, we stayed late the first night, fighting over the torsional strength of steel cable on a suspension bridge. When Corinna pushed her tongue into my mouth to find her muse I was cold inside. The atrium drawing had changed me. I had realised that I wasn't a lover to Corinna, I was a thing for her. Part of her career. She was using me. A stimulant. 

It didn't stop me making love to her again. She could switch my body on at will 

The final straw came days later when she decided she wanted to do it in the board room before we had a meeting. I was panicking as she grabbed at my crotch and coaxed me. Her eyes were glittering, her face manic. I had only managed to shove her back a yard when the CEO walked into the room. He stopped and stared at us suspiciously through narrowed eyes. He knew something had been going on. My heart was hammering. I tried to keep calm but couldn't help thinking that if she had got her way then he would have walked in on us. We would have been fired. I was within seconds of losing my career. All I could hear was Corinna's heavy breathing as she smiled at him, daring him with her eyes to say something. 

I ended it with her the next day. Mumbling. Refusing to meet her eyes. She refused to believe it, refused to allow it, but I persisted. I couldn't sustain it any longer. There were no tears from Corinna, just cold fury. The company gossips went ballistic when the firm's hottest team asked for separate offices, and to be assigned to separate projects. As I worked in my new office with my new partner all I could think of was her last words echoing in my mind.

"This isn't over Peter. No matter what you think. It's not over until I say it is."

Life went on and life without Corinna was pretty good. I started to feel that I could put our affair behind us. I told myself I didn't need the high-octane. Things at home compensated for the loss, as my wife suddenly gained a new found interest in our love life. I was home a lot more and could notice the changes. Sarah took up yoga three times a week. Before long she was losing weight and getting into shape. Soon her body was as spectacular as it was when she was twenty. She had dangerous curves and a desire to do damage with them. She became more aggressive in bed, initiating sex more often. She was losing inhibitions, gaining techniques. It wasn't like Sarah to join me in the shower, or to want to be on top. Not like her to whisper bad language into my ear as I worked inside her. I couldn't explain this sudden change of character. Perhaps my guilt-driven increase of sexual interest in my wife had sparked something inside her. Weeks after I thought life had returned to normal with Sarah I was facing a bewildering and unexplained sexual explosion. 

And I loved it. 

I loved it the day she decided, on a whim, to take a razor to her pussy and shave it completely bare. She bounced out of the bathroom and started flashing me before running away squealing until I pinned her down on the floor of the living room for some extremely strenuous, loud, sex. I loved it the morning she followed me into the kitchen - naked as the day she was born - and proceeded to give me a blow-job while I held a slice of toast half way to my mouth. She moaned like she had erogenous zones in her mouth and her tonsils were a second clitoris. Like a dutiful husband I told her I was about to come so she could get ready. Instead of swallowing or letting me go in her hand as normal she just rubbed the underside of my cock with her nose and let rivers of sticky warm cum drizzle down her face like a fucking porn star. I was speechless with shock, she had never done that before. I loved it the night I groped her backside when she was on top of me and found her hand already there, index finger buried to the knuckle in her own ass. She did the same to me with the other hand and we came harder than we had ever done together.

Even though I had ended it with Corinna, and even though Sarah and I were on a sexual odyssey together, I was jealous when Corinna moved on. Jealous and suspicious. After a month of sulking and lolling lethargically in her office she started to produce designs again. Designs of astounding creativity and vision. It could only mean one thing, she had another lover. And, judging by the quality of her work, he was a stud. It shouldn't have meant anything to me, but it did. I started to obsess over her new relationship. I tried to catch them at it. I lurked and spied, burst into rooms unannounced, but I never could catch them. This lover was a ghost. Consumed by the green eyed monster, I could only conclude that he didn't work with us. Little things pointed to it, like when I would walk suddenly into her office and she would slam the phone down, her dreamy smile turning to a brief look of panic. We would stare each other out and talk business in clipped, polite tones. Then, a long uncomfortable silence before I was embarrassed into walking away. I was forced to conclude a horrifying thing. 

I was still in love with her.

Karma has a way of catching up with you... 

Here Corinna was now, phoning me at home. I knew nothing good could come from this call and I shivered with fear. It was going to end, and end badly. 

I whispered down the line. 

- It's 7am. 

- I know. I needed to talk to you

Sarah had turned to face me with a quizzical expression and mouthed "Who is it?" 

I was starting to panic. I needed to think quickly.

- It's work. 

I could hear Corinna chuckle on the end of the line and could almost see her stretch sinuously as she talked.

- It's work all right. Are you in bed?

- Yes.

- Is that little blonde piece of ass with you?

- Em...yes... I suppose.

- Is she naked? 

Sarah had rolled over to lie with her arms crossed on my stomach and looked up at me expectantly. I noticed she had propped her bust up on her crossed arms and one strap of her nightie had fallen off her shoulder. That dress showed a lot of cleavage at the best of times and my eyes were drawn into that deep valley. I gulped.

- No

- Too bad. I'm naked, you know that? I'm lying here in bed with no clothes on and wondering... I'm wondering if you fucked her last night. Did you do that Peter? Did you stick your cock into her? Get her all wet and make her work that tight ass until she came.

My eyes snapped back to Sarah's face as I fumbled with the volume rocker on the phone. If she overheard anything I was a dead man. She was beaming at me because she'd caught me staring at her tits. She has a beautiful smile.

- Eh, no. Not really.

- No? That's a shame. I'll bet you were going to fuck her this morning, though. Did I interrupt anything?

I was dumbstruck. She had nailed it exactly. I couldn't say anything, my mind was whirring

- Oh you naughty boy. You were going to fuck her just now, weren't you?

My confusion was turning to anger.

- Look, what do you want?

- Don't be rude. I just wanted to tell you about a dream I had last night.

Sarah was getting bored by the length of the phone conversation and the lack of explanation coming from me. She started to amuse herself by tracing lines along the muscles of my abs and thighs. 

- Now's not the time. Why don't we handle this when I get into the office.

- But now is the time. It was such a lovely dream.

- Look, I'm hanging up now. We'll talk later.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

The sudden note of menace in her voice stopped me dead. I glanced at my wife quickly as she occupied herself with my belly button. She wasn't aware of what was happening. Corinna's slow drawl continued, like a dark molasses. Poisoned molasses.

- If you do, I'll call your house phone. Or maybe Sarah's work. I think she'd like to hear about my dream. I'm sure she'd like to hear about all my adventures.

- Ok. I get it. I get it. Let's not do that.

My chest was constricting, I had to think of something to say to Sarah. Something that wouldn't make her suspicious of such an unusual phone call. I put my hand over the mic and concocted the best lie I could.

- Honey, It's work. They have a conference call right now. I forgot all about it. It's, eh... with the Japan office, that's why it's so early. Mostly boring stuff, sales figures and all that. They don't even need me but I, kind of, have to listen in.

It sounded like the clunkiest line of bullshit to my tremulous ears but Sarah seemed to have bought it. She just shrugged and went back to tracing lines with her finger. I turned back to the phone.




The Conference Call



- Ok, I'm ready. Go ahead.

- Good. It was such a vivid dream. It felt so real, like it was really happening. I dreamed I was standing in my kitchen and you walked in. You didn't say anything, you just looked at me with that real intense look you get. Then, you started to take my clothes off. 

I held my breath and looked down at Sarah anxiously. She was smiling at me, oblivious to the conversation. She bit her lip and winked. What the hell did that mean? There was mischief in that grin. She pulled herself around to lie across my thighs, one as a pillow, her boobs pressed softly into the other one. She watched me from below as I listened on, my heart starting to race.

- You opened my blouse and pulled down my skirt, took off my bra and slid my panties down too. You didn't say a word and I didn't try to stop you. It was like you had a power over me. I was completely naked but, you still had your clothes on. It was so hot. You stood behind me and started doing whatever you wanted to my body. You felt my tits and put your fingers in my pussy to see how wet I was. I was really, really, wet. Then you put your fingers in my mouth and made me taste myself.

I was starting to realise what a fix I was in. Corinna was drawing a vivid picture, turning my minds eye to her long, lean, limbs and lustrous, dark, hair. I knew just how wet her pussy got, and how it tasted. I could feel blood flowing to my cock from my thumping heart. A cock only inches away from my wife's face. Mentally I tried to stop it, afraid to move, trying to think of something, anything, that could prevent it. 

Corinna's voice was pitched low, her breathing loud. I could tell she was sexually aroused. I glanced at Sarah and she was staring directly at my cock, her face so close I could feel her warm breath up the leg of my boxer shorts. I willed it not to move.

- Then you caught my elbows tight and pulled my arms behind my back. You marched me to the bedroom like a prisoner. I didn't try to resist. When we got there you shoved me onto the bed and I just lay there and opened my legs for you. You looked at me as if I was nothing at all - just a toy. Then you started to take your tie off, slowly, staring at me the whole time.

Oh God! It was all over. Sales stats from the Japanese territories don't give a man a raging hard-on (no matter how good) and I was seconds away from one now. No number of presidential terms recited mentally could stop it now. My beautiful, blonde, wife was about to see a phone-sex boner spring up right before her eyes and demand to know what was happening. Then she would be my beautiful, blonde, ex-wife. 

I started to harden, dreading the consequences. My cock twitched, waking up. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as Corinna breathy story continued in my ear.

- When you had your tie off you pushed me back against the headboard, and straddled me. You grabbed my hands and pulled them up. I could feel the cock in your trousers rubbing against against my face. You bound my wrists together to the headboard with your tie. The bonds were so tight I couldn't move them an inch.

Miraculously, salvation arrived during my darkest hour. Sarah leaned forward a little and with pursed lips blew up the leg of my boxer shorts. I could feel the cold air across my balls, tickling and teasing the hairs. The sensation was delicious but, more importantly, it granted permission. I formed an instant tent in my underwear. She looked up at me with a dirty grin and then pushed her face into the loose leg of the boxers. Inside I could feel the tip of her tongue touch my balls. My cock burst out of the fly of the boxers. Much to her delight, the naughty minx.

- When I was tied-up you took your clothes off. I watched you and spread wider for you. I wanted you to fuck me so bad. But you didn't do it. You just walked out, leaving me squirming on the bed.

Sarah was playing with my cock now, poking at it with her fingers and grinning at me as I listened to the boring old conference call. She started pecking it with little kisses. Teasing it. Then yanked my boxers off in one quick move.

- When you came back you brought her with you.

- Who? 

I was so surprised I spoke at the "listen only" conference call. 

I checked if Sarah had noticed my slip-up but she just raised a quizzical eyebrow at me before going back to flicking the underside of my cock with the tip of her tongue. She seemed to delight in making it twitch and tap off her face.

- That blonde bitch. Your wife. With her pretty face and her big tits and that tight round ass of hers. You brought her in exactly the same way as me, naked, holding her arms behind her back. She looked so fucking gorgeous. You showed her to me as I lay tied to the bed with my legs open. I didn't know what to do. I closed up and tried to pull my hands loose but, they were tied too tight. I was afraid she might attack me, but she just stared at me, saying nothing. You pointed at the bed and she crawled up on her hands and knees beside me. She looked straight into my eyes as you got behind her and I saw them roll up white when you pushed your cock into her.

As if it was part of the story I felt something soft, warm, and wet slide over my cock. Sarah's mouth, preceded by a tight ring made with her finger and thumb. I bit back a groan. It was exactly like the sensation of penetrating her tight vulva into the soft wetness beyond. Her blue eyes watched me closely as she withdrew and went down again, checking how I was dealing with it. I was starting to breathe heavily and could do nothing but stare at her as I listened on. Corinna's voice was getting catchy and ragged now, and it occurred to me that she was probably masturbating as she talked. She was getting worked-up more and more. Even the tense of her story was changing, it was no longer something that happened last night. It was something she was living right now.

- Then you start to fuck her. I mean, really fuck her hard. You hold her hips steady while you bang her, but the rest of her is bouncing with the force of it. She's moaning and gasping for air, her head wobbling like a rag doll. I can hear your hips slapping her ass and see her tits knocking together. She's trying to hold eye contact with me but she can't. I'm writhing with frustration. God, I want you to fuck me like that.

My mind was whirring now, three visions blending into each other in my mind's eye. Me, fucking Sarah hard. To which Corinna, tied-up and tortured with lust, is a barely-willing voyeur. Corinna, in bed with phone in one hand, dreaming of my wife having sex while making the fingers of her other hand disappear into her soaking crotch. Sarah, right before my eyes, doing a Lolita impression. Spreading her lips over my bulbous cock-head like it was her favourite cherry lollipop.

- Then you turn her around so she's facing the other way. Positioning her so I can see everything. You pull her arms out from under her and put your hand on the back of her head, making her go face-down-ass-up. She is looking back at me when I see you split her open again with your cock. I can see her wet pussy move and suck when you give it to her. She's so wet she's starting to drip. You fuck her again, hard and rough, holding her wrists behind her back. She's moaning and gasping but you are relentless. She's out of control. Her moans are getting high pitched. She's getting ready to come.

Corinna's voice was ragged now, feverish. Sarah was sucking vigorously, her eyes closed. I bit my lip. I dare not make a sound.

- But, you stop fucking her. You just pull out and leave her twitching and moaning, right on the edge. She kneels up and she's all flushed and needy. Confused. She wants you to finish her. But, you just ignore her and start untying me. When I'm free I want to touch you so bad. Suck your dick, jump on it and ride you like a crazy cowgirl. But she's there, panting like an animal, I'm afraid she'll want to fight me for you.

Sarah was going-for-it on my cock now, half hand-job, half blow-job, pulling and sucking. 

- You drag her over to take my place at the headboard. You pull her arms up and push her thighs open, making her spread wide so you can get closer. I watch her suck you as you lash her hands together on the bed-frame. I kneel beside you and get ready to go down on my hands and knees for you. Take her place. I feel your hand stroke between my shoulder blades and I'm all set to drop and fuck. One little push is all it will take. But, you twist and shove me so hard that I fall on top of her. She tries to close her legs, but I land between them with my face on her belly. Now that you have me in place I can feel you get behind me. Feel your cock rub in my slit, feel it start to open me, feel it slide inside, all hot and hard, going deep down.

I was writhing on the bed now, trying to hold it together. I twitched and felt a dribble of pre-cum welling, only to get slurped up by Sarah's eager mouth. There was now a distinct creaking noise accompanying Corinna voice over the phone. Her own bed complaining as she thrashed on it.

- You're fucking me hard now and it feels so good. I've waited so long for this. I'm breathing hard and moaning for you. You grab my hips and drag me down. My face slides lower on her abdomen. Her cunt is right there in front of my eyes, all wet and swelled open. I look up at her. She looks so gorgeous with her hands tied above her head and her tits heaving. She sees me looking and shakes her head. You push my head down, but I twist away. I look up again, and her eyes are pleading with me. She's not into girls. But then, as I watch, she closes her eyes and bites her lip... and nods. Maybe she's not into girls, but she really, really, needs to cum. She doesn't want me to do it, but she desperately needs it to be done. She looks at me again, and shakes her head. She just can't make up her mind. So I put my mouth on her pussy and make it up for her.

I was ready to explode now. Corinna was going wild, punctuating her story with moans and gasps. Sarah was in full control of my cock, it was all hers and she knew it. She stopped for one last licking tease, deliberately designed to make my imminent orgasm more intense.

- I get my tongue into her slit. She's squirming against my face, making it all wet. I find her clit and start to lick it. You are banging me into her and she's rolling her hips. Maybe she's trying to get away from me but, the movement is just making it worse on her. She's too horny, she's been fucked too hard, anything will get her off. Her legs start shaking as she starts to come. I keep my tongue on her clit and look up at her. She's red-faced and thrashing against the knots. Screaming. She's looking at you over the back of my ass, showing you how hard she's cumming for you. You just fuck me, and fuck me... and fuck me.

Sarah had decided I'd had enough now. She held my cock-head in a tight suck and started jerking my shaft with her hand, fast and tight. Corinna's story was disintegrating into gasps and unintelligible moans, all set to the counterpoint of a squeaking bed frame.

- You pull my head up by my hair. Your fingers are rubbing my clit. I look into her eyes. She's all flushed and spent now. Tied-up. I'm starting to lose it. Oh fuck! She's watching me get off. I'm starting to cum. Fuck. You're making me cum for her... She's... I'm gonna... Ooooh... she's... fuck... Oh... I'm... I'm cumming!

Corinna was having real problems speaking now, clearly reaching orgasm. I was having similar problems as my cock started squirting streams of sticky, warm, cum into my wife's mouth. She pulled and sucked as I spurted. Her throat worked overtime as she swallowed it. I thrashed and clenched my teeth, still trying to maintain the conference-call ruse. She kept sucking and sucking until the point where I was dry-cumming, my cock desperately trying to shoot fluid that just wasn't there anymore. My body went rigid behind my straining and bulging cock. My knob was throbbing to the point of pain. 

Then she released me, and I collapsed.

All I could hear at the other end of the line was deep, laboured, breathing as Corinna recovered from her orgasm. 

There was no more story... The dream was over. 

Through the haze I could feel Sarah crawl to her knees and straddle my lower legs. I opened my eyes. One strap of her night-dress was down, exposing a shapely breast, and the hem was up around her waist. I noticed she was touching her pussy gently, twitching slightly against her fingers when they found some sensitive spot. She was blushing like a schoolgirl and I realised she had given herself an orgasm while she sucked me off. Naughty girl. But, there was something wrong. Her expression was serious, not her usual after-glow smiles, and she stared directly at the phone. She held her hand out for it and I froze with it at my ear, clutching it.

- Give me the phone.

-Em... Um...Sarah...The conference call...

- I want to speak to her.

- Give it to me now.

I could feel my stomach turn over. I was a dead man. I held it out slowly, trembling with fear. She snatched it with a dark look and held it up to her ear under her messy blonde curls. The conversation I dreaded most in the world had just begun, and I could only hear one half of it. 

Sarah tucked a loose golden tress behind her ear as she spoke.

- Hey. Yeah it's me.

She paused, listening.

- Yes, we were. He was a very good boy.

Her eyes flicked at me.

- He did.

Pause.

- In my mouth.

My eyes widened with shock. Did my wife just tell my mistress that I had ejaculated in her mouth? 

A long pause ensued and Sarah stared off into space, listening.

- Uh-huh

- Yeah.

Her eyes turned to me.

- Ok, I'll tell him.

Then she swiped the phone off and threw it onto my chest with a thump. I waited, paralysed, and she got off me fixing her breasts in her night-dress. My voice trembled.

- Honey... Is everything ok?

She stared at me , but, there was something unreadable in her eyes. Anger... Lust?

- We're going to Corinna's for dinner tonight. 

She pulled the hem of the dress down on her thighs. 

- You're to wear a tie.