1 comments/ 40347 views/ 2 favorites The Trade Show By: Miltone Did you ever wonder what it is that makes you do something that you otherwise would never have done? Is it something that you ate or drank that gives you the idea? Is it the time of day, or the weather conditions, or the way you're dressed that inspires you to get up off your duff and do something? Or is it some sort of sixth sense that prompts you to go ahead and take a chance? Maybe it was all of the above that spurred me to get cleaned up and slip down to the lounge on that cool wet night in Cleveland. It came during a trade show a couple of years back when my partner and I had returned to our rooms following a reception at another hotel hosted by an industry association. The evening had begun after we had walked over to have a couple of free drinks and wolf down some rubbery hors d'oeurves and perhaps schmooze with a few potential customers. After we shook off the rain and checked our coats, I was delighted to find that the hotel was gorgeous, the drink wonderfully strong, and the food simply outstanding. The hosts had hired a string quartet to serenade the crowd. Everyone we had thought of talking to was there along with some we hadn't thought of. As we worked our way through the room I could the excited look on Derek's face and knew I must look much the same. We literally bumped into Brian Hightower, an old customer, who introduced us to the distinguished looking gentlemen he was chatting with. Once he found out about our products and services, we exchanged business cards and promises to get in touch once we returned home. "Jack and Derek have designed some of the best test equipment in the business," Brian went on. "And their service is outstanding. Just last week we had some problems running a test and they sent their technician right over. Turned out that it wasn't even their equipment, but they helped us get our tests done and saved our asses big time!" "That's great to hear!" said Jim Hutton, whose company we had been trying to get into for a couple of years. He had that look of well-seasoned wealth, but not too overdone, with graying hair and a nice tan. "I'll give you a call sometime next week and we can set up an appointment as see what you can do." "I appreciate that," I said excitedly. "I'm looking forward to it." Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an animated group of ladies standing together. From my vantage point, it appeared to be a group of wives in the forty and up club, fashionably and expensively dressed, sipping their wine, and chatting about grandchildren or perhaps timeshares in Barbados. One of the ladies was rather large and had a loud but delightful laugh. After what must have been a terribly funny comment, she leaned her head back to laugh and took a step backward. As she did so, the narrator of the comment came into view and I was screwed to the floor. She was a beautiful brunet, barely over five feet tall with a lovely tan and dark eyes that sparkled brightly. She was certainly younger than the rest, perhaps only twenty-five. Her golden ribbed top clung to her petite figure showing off the wonderful curves of her breasts; her short black skirt showed off her shapely legs encased in sheer dark stockings. Her pretty face shone brightly as she added another comment, which the others found tremendously funny as they rolled with laughter. For a moment I thought that she had noticed me because she seemed to nod in my direction and smile right at me. I returned the nod and smile. Then her head tilted to the side and she reached up to brush at the bangs of her shoulder length hair with her left hand. The sparkle from her diamond ring was astounding. I nodded again and took a sip of my bourbon before glancing back to the group I was standing with, trying to catch up with the flow of conversation. One of Brian's associates was making some sort of comment about a recent business success. The others were sipping their drinks and looking about for relief when another roar of laughter arose from the nearby ladies. "Sounds like the broads are having more fun than we are!" shouted Jim. "Maybe we should join them," suggested Brian. The little brunet and one of the other ladies made the move first, breaking off from the other group and slipping over to wedge themselves in between Brian and Jim. The older lady was obviously Brian's wife and the brunet must have been with Jim. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She put her arm up to his shoulder and pressed in at his side. "Have you fellows met my wife, Chrissy?" Jim asked. "Pleasure to meet you," said Derek reaching his hand out to her. She nodded to him politely and then looked directly at me. I slowly extended my hand to take hers. It was warm and light and delicate, with long slim fingers and well manicured nails. I looked into her lively dark eyes and couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be looking back. Even if she was his trophy wife, I couldn't help but gaze longingly into her eyes. I knew at that moment that she could easily have had me with only a wave of her finger. And I also knew that she must know it as well. "How are you?" I said not wanting to let go of this captivating young woman. "I'm doing great!" she said flashing a fabulous smile and her hand still resting lightly in mine. There a brief silent moment that everyone spent thinking of something to say. For that moment, Chrissy looked up into my eyes and as our gaze intermingled, I felt her drawing me toward her, not only physically, but mentally as well. Feeling the pull, I leaned slightly in her direction. "Hey, there's Frank Likens and his guys," Jim said suddenly. "Let's go over and say hello. Excuse us fellows. Nice to meet you both. I'll be in touch next week." With a quick shake of the hands, Jim, Brian and their wives and associates stepped over to greet their other friends. Before moving off with Jim, Chrissy nodded again in my direction and mouthed a silent, "Nice to meet you." Derek and I looked at each other and shrugged. Although I shook my head, I couldn't take my eyes away from the sight of her curvy backside as she slipped into the other group. "Hey! Earth to Jack. Come in Jack," said Derek. "Hey, sorry," I mumbled. "You know how I am around beautiful women." "I would have thought that hanging around with me all these years would have rubbed off on you," Derek said, punching me lightly in the arm. "Yeah, I should know better." "You gotta be light on your feet, and quick with the chatter, boy," he went on for the umpteenth time. But all you do is ..." "Stand there and stare," I interrupted. "Yeah, I know it only too well, man." "Oh, well, that leaves more babes for me," Derek cracked. Then pointing to the other side of the room he said, "Hey, I think I see Polack Joe from Federal over there. Let's go say hello." I nodded and followed him off through the crowd. Joe and his crew were holding sway just a few steps from one of the bars. I freshened up my drink and joined in. Although the talk was more of golf and sports than business, I had a hard time shaking the vision of lovely young Chrissy from my head. For the better part of the next hour we moved about greeting friends and trying to make friends with those we didn't yet know. When I stepped into line at one of the bars, I glanced over and saw Brian and Jim and their wives talking with the president of the association as they worked their way through the buffet line. As soon as my gaze fell on Chrissy, she glanced at me from the corner of her eye. She nodded at the rest in her group but glanced again in my direction. Every time I convince myself that women like that don't go for guys like me, I meet someone like her and my head goes into some kind of whirl. Who am I kidding my self, I thought, as she shifted her stance, jutting her slender hip out to the side. Babes like that don't go for guys like me. Then she glanced back to me, in a sexy sort of over-the-shoulder way, her little pink tongue licking her lips. Christ, she knew how to turn on a man. "Sir! Sir!" called the bartender to me. "Sir, can I help you?" I turned back to the bar, stepped up and ordered another bourbon on the rocks. When I grabbed my drink and looked back, they had moved away. Derek grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over into a cluster of guys. "Okay, Mr. Technical. I need you to tell these guys about the Omni project," he said excitedly. I was glad for the interruption, suddenly being forced to shake free of this vision and focus on something that I knew well and could easily handle. After describing our analysis approach and the hardware and software we applied, I soon found myself forgetting about her and concentrating on the actual reason for which we were attending the reception. As we completed our business talk and moved on to other pleasures, there was a lot in common with these prospects. We talked about chainsaws, families, and golf games. The guys ended up inviting us to participate in their upcoming golf event and we made tentative plans to do so. Since it was getting close to the end of the reception, Derek started edging toward the door. "Don't want to be the last one, you know," he said with a chuckle. "You just want to head back and call it a night?" I asked. "I was thinking so," he said with a fake little yawn. "It's been a long day driving here, setting up and all." Just as the kid at the coat check handed my jacket to me, I felt a rush of air brush up against me and the sound of some familiar voices. I looked over to see Chrissy and Jim and the rest of their group strolling up behind us. "So where are you young fellas off to?" Jim asked. "We were heading back to our hotel," Derek. "The exhibit opens early tomorrow morning." "We're heading over in the company van to Johnny Q's for a drink. Would you like to join us?" "Sounds great," I replied. "But we were on the road all day and it's already getting kind of late." "Well, since it's still raining out, at least let us drop you off at your hotel." "Well, that's nice of you to offer," Derek said. "Thanks." He looked at me with a pleading gaze that told me he was rethinking his desire to head back to his room. "What do you say, partner? You want to stay up and have one with the grownups?" "I'm pretty bushed," I said. "Go on if you want." "Okay with you?" Derek asked. I nodded. "Why not?" he said. "Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Chrissy said slipping her arm through mine. "Everybody's going." "Well, seeing that I did all the work today while Derek was schmoozing," I remarked with a wink in his direction. "I think I'd better pack it in early tonight. Thanks anyway." "Aw, party pooper," she said with a playful frown on her face. "Isn't there some way I can convince you to come?" I took a quick look around and saw that no one else was really paying attention. As she sidled up to me, I felt like a teenager, awkward and nervous. "I, uh, really should be turning in early," I stammered. "How about a rain check?" "I'll be leaving tomorrow night," she whispered, leaning up to speak softly into my ear. "It's now or never, Darling." Suddenly the group was moving out from the banquet room and we were swept up and out into the hall. Their company van was a full dress party bus, decorated like a stretch limo but built on a full size van chassis. As we stepped up inside, Jim and Brian and their wives sat in the back with the rest of us taking seats along either side. As the conversation chattered along, I noticed Chrissy kept giving me these warm looks that kept me at the melting point. When shifting her legs from one side to the other, she took her time and let a glimmer of light fall up the shapely gap between her legs just enough to let me know those weren't pantyhose that she had on. From time to time she would look back to her husband when he said something, but then would turn back and give me this inviting look sweet smile. I was just about ready to change my mind when the van came to a halt. "Here's your hotel," announced Brian. "Have fun you guys," I said as I climbed out. "Thanks for the ride." The last thing I saw before the door slid shut was Chrissy, her big dark eyes twinkling, her pert rosebud mouth open just enough to show her perfect white teeth, her pink tongue flicking out to lick her lips, her gold top and short black skirt clinging to her tight little body. Damn! I thought to myself as I pushed through the revolving doors of my hotel. Broads like that always know how to get to me. And the worst part is that they never really come through for me; they tease my imagination and get my pulse jumping, but never come across with the goods. I went up to my room to change, but ended up turning on the TV and settling into the armchair to watch the basketball playoffs. Although I'm not a hard-core fan of the game, tonight somehow I found the game interesting enough to take my mind off the little brunet tease. The game was played closely and went down to the wire. When the game was over I started to get ready for bed, but didn't really feel all that tired. I leaned on the bathroom sink and looked in the mirror. The guy staring back didn't look all that tired either. I filled a glass with water and moved back out into the room and over to the window. The lights of the downtown skyline were twinkling through the raindrops. Maybe a nightcap would help me slip off to sleep. I thought about it for a second or two and decided what the hell, why not. A drink could certainly help me forget about Chrissy the Tease and slip off more easily into dreamland. Going down to the bar late at night is not really like me. Derek perhaps, but not good old Jack, the square shooter. I chuckled to myself as the elevator doors opened. Just what was it that made me do something that otherwise would never have occurred to me? Was it something that I ate or drank that gives me the idea? Was it the time of night or the weather conditions that got me off my duff? Was it the haunting image of the beautiful little brunet that I couldn't escape? Or was it just some sort of sixth sense that prompted me to get up and move? Maybe it was all of the above that spurred me to get cleaned up and slip down to the lounge on this cool wet night in Cleveland. Whatever, I was on my way and the thought of a tall glass of strong liquor was very much on my mind. The lounge was one of those recently re-decorated hotel bars that were trying very hard to look like an old time men's club. The paneling was dark and rich looking, the bar long and outfitted with burnished brass fixtures. Tasteful and politically correct prints of English hunts graced the walls. I stepped up to the bar and ordered bourbon on the rocks from the young bartender. As he poured I took a quick glance around. There were a few small groups at the bar and seated at tables here and there. None looked familiar. I picked up my bourbon and turned toward the back wall that was lined by some dimly lit semi-circular booths, the perfect place to just disappear in my melancholy. As I slipped around to sit behind the table at one of them, a flash of gold caught my eye. Paying no attention, I settled in and took a long slow sip of the amber liquor. It warmed me up on the way down, helping to chase the cold damp night away. As I looked into the glass of bourbon, maybe for answers to the questions that had been following me around all night, a sweet fragrant ambrosial scent filled my senses. Old Granddad had never smelled like this before. I took a swig and looked up to see a vision step up to my table. "Somehow, I knew I would find you here," said the vision. The lights from the bar backlit the short slim figure that stood before me, but there was no mistaking the supple curves, the long legged hip-jutting stance. I knew that I must have been dreaming now, the delirium of travel and rich food and strong drink. "Are you just going to stare or are you going to ask me to join you?" said Chrissy. "What's wrong with my manners?" I blurted out. "I'm sorry. Please have a seat." I gestured with my hand to the empty end of the booth and watched as she slipped her tight little ass in and scooted up beside me. "I thought you all were heading over to Johnny Q's," I said full of this and so many other questions. "We did, but it was too crowded and smoky," she said, easing closer to me. "The guys were getting loud and drunk and Laura and I were ready to go. But when I got back to my hotel, I kept thinking about you over here all by yourself. I was going to call your room but chickened out." A waitress wandered up and asked if we needed another drink. "What can I get you?" I asked Chrissy. "Grand Marnier. Up please," she replied to the waitress, who moved off to fill the order. "Why?" I asked turning back to the delightful, provocative woman at my side. "Why what?" she replied. "A dozen whys. Why me? Why tonight? Why here and now?" "That's too philosophical for me," she said with a laugh. "I don't worry much about the whys and wherefores of life. I just try to make the best of what comes along." "Well, I try," I said slowly before taking another long slow sip of bourbon. "But not very well. Certainly not like my partner, Derek." "And what is his deal anyway?" she asked. "He's a sharp looking guy but just doesn't know when to quit." "He believes he has the gift of gab and tries to ply it anywhere, anytime." "Well, I found it pretty irritating." "Maybe that's why we're such good business partners. He's really out there and I'm in the background doing the thinking." "Don't think too much, Jack," she replied looking up at me with those great sparkling eyes of hers. "Yeah, I know," I said with another sigh. "It's just that I wonder about all kinds of stuff. Business, politics, social issues, and why pretty ladies such as yourself never seem to go for nice guys like me." "Well, maybe this is your lucky day," she said, taking a sip of the liquor the waitress had just slipped in front of her. "You see, I just so happen to specialize in nice guys. I'm what some people might call a 'bad girl'. And I have this weakness for nice guys." "I don't get it." "It's a long story. I found out pretty early that men liked the way I looked. I was an early bloomer, if you know what I mean. Most of the time, they'd come knocking. And I discovered that there wasn't a man I couldn't have if I tried hard enough: the good looking ones, the big time jocks, the smart ones, the geeks, you name it, I had them all, and most times it wasn't all that hard. I found out that the hardest to get were the nice guys, but I also found out along the way that most men are jerks. They might tell you all sorts of things, how much they love you, how they want to spend the rest of their lives with you, but once they've had you, they couldn't care less." "I have a lot of friends like that," I said. "They'd meet a great looking girl and get in real tight. Then, all of a sudden toss her away. Never could understand why they'd treat a nice girl like shit. But then if I tried to pick up the pieces, I'd get this 'you're such a nice guy, Jack, but' line and the next thing I know, the chick is back chasing him. After a while, I just figured it's not for me. The old nice girl-bad boy thing, like they would prove their worth by doing the impossible by making a bad boy go good." "That's where I come in for you, Jack," she said, easing up so close now that I could feel the warmth of her hip against mine. "Remember, I'm not a good girl. I'm bad." "Beg your pardon?" I said, feeling unsure of just what she was getting at. "I'm a bad girl, Jack," she said. "You look pretty sweet to me," I remarked. "Any girl can look sweet and appealing if she tries hard enough," she said, looking back toward the bar. "Doesn't matter what she starts with. Look at that woman there with the three guys by the end of the bar. On the large side, full-figured, but look at the way she's done her hair, the cut of her clothes, the way she crosses her legs. She's taken what she's got and made the most of it, and the two guys right next to her each think they've got the inside track." The Trade Show "Hey, Bill, what company is going to be in the booth next to us?" asked Jack, as he was watching three men unload a strange looking contraption. "I don't know. Let's take a break and walk over there." Said Jack. Introductions were made all around and Rafael started explaining that this handy-dandy little item can produce hours of entertainment. As they bolted a few more pieces together, it was finished. "There you go. It's called "The Slut Swing"…and, by the way, here is just the person to demonstrate it." They all turned to see a gorgeous, naked brunette strutting over to them. Bill was stroking his cock through his pants and eagerly asked: "Wow! Can we "demo" her cunt?" "You'd better. That is what she is here for." said Rafael. As the brunette came up to Raphael, she put her arms around him and said "Hello, babe, how are you?" She kissed him on the mouth, sticking her tongue deep inside. He put his arms around her, running his hands down her back and stopping on her ass while he grabbed it and slowly massaged it, then proceeded with his right hand to check out her cunt. She moaned and pushed her cunt toward him with every stroke of his hand. Then he bought both hands up and squeezed her tits and then sucked on them hard. "Oh, babe, you are so much fun to play with." Rafael said. The babe then greeted the other two men who had been setting up "The Slut Swing." They greeted her just as eagerly. Then Rafael said: "Oh, pardon me, gentlemen, let me introduce Suzie Slut, our demonstration cunt. The cunt strutted over to Bill and Jack, put her hands behind her head while sticking out her tits. "Hello, guys. How about saying hello to my heavenly hooters?" Bill and Jack immediately each took a tit with both hands and began sucking. Suzie said: "Oh, come on boys, give these babies a thorough milking!" Suzie got her request fulfilled. The men sucked and milked her tits furiously. "That's it…Ooooo….yes! yes! YES! I love getting these babies milked!!!" Rafael finally said: "Ok guys, that was enough for now. Suzie, do I need to remind you of your manners? Look at the bulges in their pants. I suggest you be a good little cock sucker and give them a little relief." Suzie immediately got to her knees and reached over and grabbed both their crotches. "Oh, I see that Rafael is correct. The both of you have a problem here with these hard cocks. Let me take care of that." She very swiftly unzipped their pants and quickly pulled out their cocks. She looked from one to the other. "I think I need to see these things a little closer." First she gave one cock three good sucks and then went for the second. "Mmmm. These are great tasting cocks. Come a little closer." As both men moved closer, she suddenly sucked both cocks into her mouth. "Will you look at that?" gasped Bill. "She's got both cocks in her mouth and both of us have good sized cocks!" Rafael calmly said that Suzie was very experienced at double cock sucking because she likes to watch two cocks spray their cum over her tits. One cock for each tit. Bill, still gasping from Suzie's excellent cock sucking, reached down and squeezed some tit. "Man, these tits are huge! What are they, a 40 EE?" "Nope, those hooters are 44 EEE! She puts them to good use too. She loves to do tit fucking." Said Paul. "Hell, she'll do any kind of fucking…tit, lips, tongue, cunt, ass. That's what you call a very multifunctional slut! What else could a guy ask for? Wait until you see this slut in action in the swing! Her 44 EEEs are great fun to tit fuck." said Rafael. Amazingly, both men shot their loads at the same time. There was so much cum that it came out of her mouth and dripped on her tits. Bill pulled out and aimed his cock at her tits and then Jack did too. "Whoa, isn't she a great slut!" Bill said. "You bet she is." said Rafael. "We are very proud of our talented little slut. Ok, Suzie, on your feet. Time to get into the swing to do a little test fucking." As Suzie got up, she massaged the cum all over her tits. More cum was still dripping from her mouth. They helped her into the leg stirrups and then she put her arms into the wrist cuffs. What a great display! Her massive cum covered tits were so inviting and her wide spread legs showed off her cunt very nicely. Rafael proceeded with the demonstration. "Notice the furry cunt, gentlemen. We deliberately have a brunette slut to demonstrate this swing because it shows up cum so well. Right now we are all going to have a turn or two with her and she is going to be covered with cum all over. When the show opens and she is in it for hours, the cum is going to be drying in her various holes. Believe me, at past shows, the cum is so thick that we have to crack it to get it off. This is the first show that we have not had center stage. All the other shows, she was on an elevated platform in the middle of the floor so everyone could see her perform." "Now watch this." He had a remote control and when he pressed a button, the swing jumped slightly and Suzie's tits bounced. He pressed the button again and her tits bounced. "This is our tit bouncer button." Rafael said. "For those who like bouncing tits, this button is great." He pressed it five more times and each time, those hooters danced. Rafael pressed another button and the swing turned so that Suzie's tits were hanging away from her body. "Now this is a great tit fucking position." Rafael said as he dropped his pants and briefs and stuck his monster cock between her tits. He gave her tits a nice couple of minutes of fucking. Then he pressed another button and she swung slightly more forward. "Now this is the cock sucking position." You will notice her mouth is just at the right level of my cock." With that, he stuck his cock in her mouth and she greedily sucked on it. "For bitches who won't suck, this is the ideal piece of equipment. The bitch is immobilized and you can force your cock into her mouth. She can't go anywhere. But as you can see, our little slut here will take all that is offered. Why, this slut even begs for more!" "Her tits are hanging nicely and if you want to see them swing freely, you just hit the tit bouncer button as many times are you want. In this position too, anyone can get down there and either milk those hooters or suck on them. One or two men, it doesn't matter. Whatever you want. Personally, I like to see one guy on each tit because those babies are so big." "Ok, now let's walk around to her ass. You will notice that she is in an excellent position to get either her cunt or ass fucked. Let me show you." Rafael plunged his big, hard cock into her cunt and gave her about 30 hard strokes. Then he pulled out and as he bent forward to grab her hanging hooters, he rammed his cock into her ass. During this intense cunt and especially during the ass fucking, Suzie was moaning and screaming. "MORE, MORE, FUCK ME MORE. HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!!!: Rafael said: "Oh, I wish she would just show a little excitement during these fuck shows." Everyone roared with laughter. Rafael continued to ram his cock into her ass as she screamed for more. After quite some time, he came in her ass and he pulled out. "Thanks, slut. That was great as usual." "Ohhhh, are you done already? I want more…" moaned the slut. Rafael pretended to be upset. "Good grief. You just never get enough. Look, slut, there are more cocks here for you. I don't want to be selfish." "Hey, come on…" she moaned. "There is enough cunt and ass to go around for everyone. And, my mouth and tits too." Rafael said: "Oh, there is another position that I need to show you." He pushed a button and the swing was in an upright position. "Ok now. This is just the regular position but it is a lot of fun. She's got her legs spread wide so you can fuck her cunt. Her tits are sticking out rather nicely because her arms are in the air. But notice this..." as he walked around to the back of the cunt. "Notice the availability of her ass! One guy in the front working on her cunt and another in the back ramming her ass. The ass guy can reach around and grab onto her tits and give them a real work out." "Hey cunt." said Jack. "Which position do you like?" "I don't care which position it is as long as I AM getting fucked. Remember, I am a very multifunctional slut…the best kind!" Rafael finally said: "Ok guys, go ahead. Pick your holes and start fucking. Remember, we want to cover this slut with cum so make sure you pull out in time to shoot it in her mouth, on her tits and on top of her snatch. Oh, and speaking of hair, while you are shooting on her face, let's not forget to give her a little shampoo. She has nice black hair so we want her head and cunt hair really matted with cum. " ...to be continued…The Trade Show, Day 1 The Trade Show Justine accompanies her Mistress, Jasmine, to a Trade Show as her assistant. Though Justine tries her best to please her Mistress, Jasmine's high standards may prove to be more than Justine can meet. This story can stand on its own, but reading "Justine and Jasmine: First Meeting" will provide a little more insight into the two main characters. And thank you for taking the time to read my work. ------------------------------------------ Justine and Jasmine at the Trade Show 1 – Wake Up Call Justine awoke to the harsh sound of the hotel room telephone. She rose up on one elbow and reached out to pick up the receiver before it could ring again. "Hello," she said by reflex, though she knew it was only the wake-up call from the hotel's automated system. "Hello. This is your wake up call," the recorded voice said. "The time is...six...o'clock...AM. If you would like to repeat this call in 5 minutes please press..." Before the cheerful recorded voice could finish, Justine carefully replaced the receiver in its cradle. She lay on her back for a few seconds, then turned onto her side and moved close to her Mistress, Jasmine, as she lay on her side. Justine lightly caressed the dark skin of Jasmine's back until she felt Jasmine begin to stir, then she snuggled close and reached around the Indian woman's body and softly stroked her breasts, smiling to herself as she felt the nipples stiffen under her fingers. Jasmine rolled onto her back and lifted her hands over her head. Justine moved her pale white hand slowly down Jasmine's firm flat stomach to her bare mound, hesitated just a moment, then rested a finger on Jasmine's clit. Jasmine moaned and shifted her legs as her dark eyes opened to stare into Justine's blue eyes. "Mmmm, that's nice pet," Jasmine said softly. "Mistress," Justine said. "It's six o'clock. Time for us to get ready for the vendor room." Jasmine sighed. "Yes, I know, pet. Perhaps we'll continue this tonight." She turned her head and kissed Justine softly on the lips. She slid out of bed and took a key from the drawer of the nightstand on her side of the queen sized bed that she and Justine shared. She was nude and Justine watched her large breasts sway as she moved. Jasmine pulled the covers off of Justine and unlocked the leather cuffs on her ankles. "Now, pet," Jasmine said. "Get the shower started." "Yes, Mistress," Justine replied. She got out of the bed and padded on bare feet to the bathroom and switched on the light. As she saw herself in the mirror she stopped and stared at her nude reflection. At forty-three years old she was still attractive. She stood five feet and six inches tall, and was slim with small, 34A breasts. Her hips were a little wide by fashion model standards but still did not detract from her appearance. She reached up and pulled a strand of her hair. The night before they left for Atlanta for the trade show, Jasmine had taken Justine to a salon and had her brown hair dyed a pale blonde color. Justine was still jarred by her new look. So much so that she didn't notice Jasmine walk up behind her until she felt the sharp sting of Jasmine's hand on her ass. "You may admire your new look on your own time, pet. Now start the shower." Justine rubbed her butt as she stepped to the shower. She reached past the plastic curtain and started the water, holding her hand under it until it reached the temperature that Jasmine preferred. A little too hot for Justine, but her comfort was not important. "Mistress," Justine said over her shoulder. "The shower is ready for you." As Jasmine stepped carefully into the shower Justine covertly admired the Indian woman's body. She was a couple of inches taller than Justine with long hair the color of anthracite that fell in waves to below her shoulders. Her 36C breasts were tipped with small aureoles and pert nipples. She was otherwise slim with well toned musculature. Justine followed her into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. Jasmine moaned as the hot water splashed over her back and ran down her dark skin. She turned around slowly under the stream, stopping when she faced Justine. Justine took a white washcloth and held it under the water until it was soaked, then took one of the tiny soap bars and worked up a lather in the cloth. She began to gently wash her Mistress, carefully doing her face and neck, then her shoulders. Jasmine turned her head to rinse the soap from her face then lifted her arms up lacing her fingers onto top of her head. Justine gazed for a second at the dark nipples and aureoles of Jasmine's breasts as the water dripped from them. Then she slowly rubbed the wash cloth over them. "Pet," Jasmine said. "That cheap cloth is just too rough. You may use your hands. But be quick about it. I don't have time for you to arouse yourself with my body." "Yes, Mistress." Justine replied. She rubbed the soap vigorously in her hands and continued to bathe her Mistress. She was, however, unable to resist, as she knelt on the tiles of the shower stall, spending a little extra time on Jasmine's labia. This earned her a quick slap to the to the top of her head and she finished Jasmine's legs and feet more efficiently. She was just as efficient as she washed and rinsed Jasmine's ebony hair. When she finished bathing Jasmine, Justine stood and turned off the water, took a towel from the rack and, bearing in mind the quality of the wash cloth, gently blotted the water from Jasmine's body. Jasmine stepped from the shower and stood before the bathroom mirror. Justine dried herself quickly, stepped out of the shower, wrapped her towel around her and walked into the sitting area of the suite and returned with a chair which she held for Jasmine to sit in before the mirror. "Thank you, pet," Jasmine said. "Now, show me that the money I paid for your cosmetology training was well spent." "Yes, Mistress," As Justine turned to leave the bathroom to get her cosmetics case, Jasmine took hold of the towel and pulled it away from Justine's body leaving the older woman naked and shivering. "Pet," Jasmine said. "Please do not try my patience today." "I...I'm sorry, Mistress." Justine retrieved her case from the closet, returned to the bathroom and began her work on Jasmine. Later, after Justine had finished applying Jasmine's makeup and dressed her in a conservative business suit, Jasmine turned and admired herself in the full length mirror. Satisfied she turned to Justine where she knelt on the floor. "Now pet," Jasmine began. "I am going down to a breakfast meeting with a prospective client for Father's firm. You will meet me at the door to the vendor display room at eight o'clock. Do not be late." "Yes Mistress," Justine said. "Um, Mistress, may I go down for breakfast in the restaurant after I get dressed?" Jasmine laughed, then said, "Why, my pet, would you even ask such a thing?" Justine brightened, then her spirits fell as Jasmine opened her suitcase and took out a plastic dog food dish and a can of Slim-Fast. She opened the can and poured its contents into the bowl, then tossed the empty can into the trash. "This should hold you until lunch." Justine, her lower lip trembling, looked up at Jasmine and asked, "Mistress...I...I thought you were pleased with your make-up and hair. I tried, really I did, to please..." Jasmine cut in. "Oh you did quite well as far as my appearance goes. But you know that you attempted to be intimate with me in the shower without permission." "Mistress, no, really I didn't mean to..." "Pet," snapped Jasmine. "Unless you want to use your new make up skills to cover my hand print on your face. You will be quiet and enjoy your breakfast." In a soft voice Justine said, "Yes, Mistress. Thank You." Jasmine leaned down and reached out her hand toward Justine. Justine flinched back fearing that Jasmine meant to slap her despite what she had said. However, Jasmine softly caressed Justine's cheek and said, "You should be grateful, pet. I also have a can of dog food in my suitcase, so do try to be a good pet for a change." Jasmine picked up her messenger sized bag, slung the strap over her shoulder, then looked down at Justine. "Now, I want to see you begin your breakfast before I leave." Justine crawled the short distance to the dish, lowered her face and began to lap up the thick, sweet liquid. Jasmine smiled, turned and left the room. 2 – The Vendor Room Justine stood outside the vendor room door at eight fifty-five. Her blonde hair was pulled back and held by a wide barrette at the back of her neck. She wore a pale gray pencil skirt and matching blazer over a white camisole. From her shoulder hung a messenger bag that matched the one that Jasmine carried when she left their room. Justine had the blazer buttoned to try to hide the fact that she wore no bra. Not that her tiny breasts would attract much attention. But her nipples were noticeable even when she was calm. She knew that she looked good in the clothes but also knew that she looked shabby when she stood next to Jasmine in her expensive Italian suits. Jasmine walked up to the door to the vendor area, held out her vendor badge to the security guard and walked in without acknowledging Justine's presence. Justine quickly held up her own badge and rushed through the door to catch up with Jasmine and walk beside her. As they walked around the huge room, Jasmine occasionally stopped and spoke to the people staffing the booths. When she did so she handed any fliers or other promotional material she received to Justine to carry in her bag. Eventually they came to the booth for the consulting company that Jasmine's father owned and for which Jasmine worked as a lawyer. Jasmine often went to trade shows for the company to oversee the booth and to meet with and entertain prospective clients as well as certain long time customers. She had brought Justine along as her personal assistant to this show as she was certain she would prove quite useful during some of the after-hours activities the company had planned. The booth was medium sized relative to those of the other companies presenting at the show. However, it had the advantage of being at the end of a row and so could be approached from two sides instead of one. Justine stood by as Jasmine greeted the staffers who would work in the booth during the duration of the trade show. There were five women and one man. Justine assumed that three of the women were Indian, as they had features and coloring similar to Jasmine's. As Jasmine and the other Indian woman spoke together, Justine looked around the booth. Of the other two women, one was a white women with black hair, the other was far east Asian, perhaps Japanese, though Justine was not sure. These two women were arranging the furniture and company materials brought to distribute to prospective customers. The man was white, probably in his early thirties, sitting at and typing on a laptop PC on a table in front of him. He was sitting on the edge of his chair and appeared to be intensely focused on what he was doing. Justine stepped over to the table where he was working. "Hi, I'm Justine." She said. She noticed that the Asian woman looked in her direction, then went back to work. "I'm, well, I'm here as Mis, I mean, Jasmine's assistant." The man looked up at Justine and said something that she didn't understand. It sounded familiar but she had no idea what the man had just said. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't quite catch what that." The man leaned forward slightly and looked at the Indian women who appeared to be intently listening to something Jasmine was saying. The man leaned close to Justine and whispered. "I said hello. Don't you understand Hindi?" "No," replied Justine. "Jasmine keeps telling me that I will learn it soon. But at the moment I only know a word or two." "If you are an," he hesitated then went on. "An assistant, then no doubt you will become fluent," the man said and turned back to the PC. "Well," Justine said. "I suppose we will be working together while we're here." She waited for a response. When none came, she held out her hand and continued, "Like I said, I'm Justine..." The man again looked again toward the four Indian women. "I'm, I'm Roger. Rog for short." He gave a short bitter laugh. He heard a giggle from the Asian woman and glanced in her direction. She was smiling and holding up one finger, slowly moving it from side to side. Roger went pale and said, "Now, please." He turned his focus back to the PC screen. "I, I really need to get some work done and I shouldn't be..." Before he could finish what he was going to say, one of the Indian women who had walked up unnoticed behind him, scratched his back with her long red fingernails. Roger straightened up and looked quickly over his shoulder. His face paled again. Justine, startled, looked from him to the Indian woman as she stroked Roger's back. While her fingers were on Roger, her eyes were on Justine and she was not smiling. "Do you not see that Rog is working?" the woman asked Justine. 'Well, I," Justine began. Before she could continue she heard Jasmine's voice. "Yes, Justine. Why are you bothering Rog? Have you forgotten what you job is while you are with me?" "No, Mis, Jasmine. I..." Jasmine held up her hand in front of Justine and snapped "Be quiet, Justine." She took Justine by the arm, and pulled her away from Roger and the other woman. Justine heard the woman speaking in sharp tones to Roger who responded in a manner that Justine, though she didn't understand the words, was all too familiar with. As they joined the remaining two women Justine could have sworn that she heard the Asian woman laughing. 3 – The Staff Meeting By the end of the day, Justine was exhausted. She had been on her feet continuously, with only a short bathroom break, from the time she had met Jasmine that morning until the vendor room closed at 5:30 PM. She had only a small sandwich and water for lunch and Jasmine had not allowed her to sit while she ate. The rest of the time she had run errands for Jasmine or stood by her side handing out promotional materials to the visitors to the booth. When she and Jasmine returned to their suite it took all of her will-power not to head straight to the bedroom and collapse on the bed. Instead, she walked behind Jasmine and, when Jasmine sat in one of the comfortable side chairs, lifted one of Jasmine's feet, removed her shoe and began to massage her foot. Jasmine leaned her head back and closed her eyes. When Justine finished massaging both of Jasmine's feet she sat back on her ankles and looked up at Jasmine to see what Jasmine would have her do next. "Pet, I have called a meeting before dinner to discuss the behavior of you and Rog this afternoon. I am afraid it may not be pleasant for either of you." "But...but Mistress," Justine began. "Really, I didn't mean to cause a problem for him. I..." "That is quite enough, pet." Jasmine interrupted. "What you meant to do means nothing as regards to what you did." "I'm sorry. Really, please, I'm sorry." "It is not me that you have to apologize to, pet. And an apology is not sufficient as you will soon see." Realizing that anything else that she said would only get into deeper trouble, Justine closed her eyes and bowed her head. Jasmine got up and stretched then leaned forward, grabbed a handful of Justine's hair and pulled her to her feet. "Take off all of your clothes, pet. Hang them neatly in the closet" "Yes, Mistress." After Justine was naked and again kneeling Jasmine took a steel choke collar and placed it around Justine's neck. To the free ring she attached a leash chain that hung between Justine's small breasts. Justine accepted this treatment without comment. "When the rest of the staff arrives," Jasmine said. "You will open the door and hold it until everyone enters and you will then kneel here." She indicated a spot in the center of the free space in the room. "Shouldn't I get dressed before then?" Justine asked. "I will tell you when to get dressed." Jasmine replied. And with that she returned to her chair and began to flip through a magazine she had brought with her from home. About 15 minutes later there was a knock on the door. Without being told, Justine stood and walked to the door. She opened it and held it as the other Indian women and their assistants filed in. Justine blushed and tried to cover her crotch. After the group was in the suite, Justine closed the door, turned the security lock and took her position on the floor. She was still blushing and closed her eyes and bowed her head. The Indian women seated themselves in the chairs. Except for Roger, their assistants stood behind their Mistresses. Roger stood in front of Justine. Roger's Mistress spoke. "Rog, remove all of your clothes." Without hesitation Roger took off his clothes, folding and stacking them on a coffee table in front of the sofa. He returned to his position in front of Justine. Justine looked up to see his penis dangling before her face. She closed her eyes again. "Justine, I know how you feel about having sex with men," Jasmine said. "So your punishment is to perform a blow job on Rog." Justine looked horror stricken, alternately looking at Jasmine and Roger's limp cock. "Mistress, please," Justine began. "I'm sorry." She looked up at Roger. "Roger, I'm so sorry." Jasmine sighed. "Justine, nothing you can say will make up for what happened today. Now, begin. And while you are sucking Roger, he will receive his punishment. Ten cane strokes on his ass. It will be interesting to see how the two of you endure this." Justine reached out and took Roger's cock in her hand. She slowly began to lick the tip, then around the head. As she did the cock began to stiffen and grow in her hand. It was bigger than she first thought and she had to strain to open her lips wide enough when she took the head into her mouth. Suddenly she heard a swishing sound followed by a loud whacking sound. Roger grunted and thrust his hip forward forcing his cock into Justine's mouth. Startled and gasping, Justine pulled her head back and released Roger's erect cock. "Keep her in position, Rog." Justine heard Jasmine say. Roger said nothing but took Justine's head in his hands and pulled her back onto his cock. When the next cane blow landed he again thrust his hips forward forcing his cock all the way to the back of Justine's throat. As she began to gag he pulled back but kept his cock between her lips. Justine began to panic and tried to pull away but Roger held her too tight for her to move even a millimeter. The cane strokes came faster and on the fifth one Roger didn't pull his hips back. Justine gagged and felt the contents of her stomach begin to rise. She went into full panic and managed to break free from Roger's grip. She jumped to her feet and stumbled and staggered to the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. She fell to her knees before the toilet and threw up what little she had in her stomach. Before she could get to her feet, a hand was placed on the back of her head and pushed her face into the toilet. The smell of her vomit made her nauseous again and her stomach heaved. "Rog," a voice said. "Since she couldn't manage your cock in her mouth, you may put it into her ass." Justine screamed and thrashed but other hands joined the first and held her in position. Every time she inhaled to cry out she smelled the vomit and her stomach rebelled again. She felt something warm and wet wiped over her asshole. Then Justine felt what must have been the head of Roger cock pressed hard against the tight opening. "Nooooo...arrgahackk!" She cried between heaves. She barely heard the swish of the cane before Roger slammed his cock against her hole. The head slipped in and Jasmine opened her mouth wide in a silent scream. Roger did not pull out and with the next stroke drove in deeper. The Trade Show "Ahrgggg...sto....sto stop stop...hurkggg," Justine dropped her head down sobbing. Her face and some of her hair touched the vomit floating in the toilet water and her stomach heaved again as she snapped her head back. Justine felt like her stomach would never relax enough to let her breathe again. When the last cane stroke came Roger slammed into her so hard and deep that she felt like he would puncture something inside her. Then he pulled out in one quick motion. Justine cried out again, her voice raspy and dry. The hands released her and she fell to the floor beside the toilet, her body shuddering, tears mixing with the vomit and water from the toilet on her face. She opened her eyes and through her tears she watched Roger and the other women, except for Jasmine, leave the bathroom. "So my pet," Jasmine said in a soft voice. "Have you learned anything from this?" Justine turned her head to look up and Jasmine and nodded. "Speak up, pet" "Yuh...yes. Yes, Mis...Mistress." "And what would that be, my pet?" Justine opened her mouth to reply, but instead she began to cry and curled into a fetal position. Jasmine sighed and said, "Poor little pet. I hope you will be more articulate when I return from dinner with the others." Justine stopped sobbing and whispered in a raspy voice. "Mistress, I...I don't think I can eat...anything for...for a while." "Oh, no, pet. You are staying here while we go to dinner. I will have room service bring you something later." Justine nodded and struggled into a sitting position, hissing as her weight pressured her rear hole. Jasmine continued. "Now, get yourself cleaned up. You may wear your silk robe while I am out, but nothing else." Justine wiped her tears with the back of her hands and managed to get to her knees. "Yes, Mistress." She reached out and flushed the toilet as Jasmine left the room. Slowly she got to her feet and sat on the toilet seat. She took a piece of toilet paper and gently touched her aching anus. When she brought the paper around to look at it she saw a bright spot of blood. Sobbing, she dropped the paper into the toilet then put her elbows on her knees, her face in her hands. 4 – The Next Morning. The phone rang. Justine reached over and lifted the handset from the base and then placed it back into position. She turned onto her side and began to wake Jasmine by caressing her body. When Jasmine responded Justine said in a raspy voice, "Mistress, it's time to..." "Yes, I know, pet," interrupted Jasmine. "Time to get up." "Yes, Mistress. I will start the shower..." Jasmine turned onto her side and looked Justine in the eyes. "No need to rush this morning, pet. I have made a change to our plan." Justine raised up on her elbow and propped her head in her hand. "A change, Mistress?" "Yes, pet. You are leaving Atlanta this afternoon. Your flight leaves at 1:00 PM." "But what about the rest of the conference? I thought we'd be here for the entire show." "Yes, that was the original plan, but the incident with Rog pointed out where an aspect of your training is lacking. I intend to correct that." Justine paled. "Oh, no, Mistress, please. I..tried...really, really I did...please..." Jasmine laughed and caressed Justine's cheek. "No, no pet. Not that. I quite enjoyed your performance with Rog. It was very entertaining." "Then, what...I don't understand." "Pet, it is time for you to learn to speak Hindi." Justine was only slightly relieved. "So why does that mean we have to leave this afternoon?" "Because that is when your Air India flight leaves for Mumbai." Suddenly Justine realized that Jasmine was saying 'your flight' not 'our flight'. "Wait, Mistress, did you mean my flight? Did...don't you mean our flight?" "No, pet," Jasmine responded. "I mean your flight. I have decided that the best way for you to learn Hindi is total immersion in the culture of India. So I am sending you to live with one of my cousins at her home outside Mumbai." "Live with? In India? But for...for how long? Mistress, can't I just take some classes here, I mean back home in San Francisco? I don't know anything about India. You'll be there with me won't you? Please, Mistress..." Jasmine reached out and placed a finger on Justine's lips. "Hush, my pet. You will only be there as long as it takes you to learn the language. And maybe to learn how to wrap a sarie." She giggled. "I think you will be very beautiful in traditional Indian clothes." "Mistress, please don't..." "Justine," Jasmine said sharply. "That is enough." Justine stopped speaking but her lower lip was trembling. "Now," said Jasmine. "We should get ready. We do not have to rush, but we should not waste time either." She got out of bed and released Justine from her ankle shackles. Epilogue At the airport in Mumbai, Justine was met by Jasmine's cousin, Kanta. Justine had nothing with her except her passport. The lack of baggage might have been something of a problem at customs had Kanta not been there to vouch for her. Apparently, Jasmine's family was well known and respected in India. After leaving Customs Kanta took Justine's passport, put it in her purse, and handed Justine a large bag filled with what looked like several yards of brightly colored cloth. "Now," Kanta said. "Take this sari into the restroom and change into it. Put your other clothes in the waste bin and rejoin me at the newsstand across the walkway." "But, I don't know how to put this on," Justine said. "Can't you help me?" Kanta reached out and wove her fingers in Justine's hair and made a fist, pulling hard against Justine's hair. "You will do as you are told. And you should do so without being told twice." Kanta turned and walked toward the newsstand without looking back. Justine, her shoulders slumped in defeat, went into the restroom. An hour later Justine shuffled across the walkway, holding the sari around her waist with one hand and over her breasts with the other. It dragged the floor and more than once Justine stumbled and nearly lost her grip on the cloth. Older Indian women looked at her and frowned while young women giggled and pointed. Kanta did not wait for Justine to reach the newsstand and met her in the middle of the walkway. She carried a small plastic bag with a couple of magazines in it. She looked at Justine and gave an exaggerated sigh. "So," Kanta said. "You cannot even dress yourself?" Justine was on the verge of tears. "Please, Kanta...I..." "And you do not know how to address your Mistress?" Kanta interrupted with mock exasperation, clearly enjoying Justine's distress. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Mistress," Justine was on the verge of tears. "Please help me with this. Kanta looked at Justine and shook her head. "No, pet. I think you will be fine as you are. But," she paused. "Perhaps I will forgive you for embarrassing me with your sloppy dress if you carry this bag for me." She held out the bag for Justine. "Mistress, please, I can't let go of this. If I do some part of it will fall off of me. "Hmm, that is so." Kanta said. "So, open your mouth." "My mouth?" "Yes, your mouth. And do it now." Justine opened her mouth and Kanta placed the bag's hand-hold between Justine's teeth. Kanta stepped back and held a hand over her lips as she laughed at the miserable expression on Justine's face. "Now, my sweet, let us be on our way." As they walked through the airport, people openly laughed at Justine as she shuffled along. Finally, they exited the building into the heat of the Indian summer. Though Justine had grown up in the southern United States, she had become accustomed to the climate around San Francisco and the heat and humidity of Mumbai nearly took her breath away as she and Kanta stepped outside the terminal. When they were seated in Kanta's car, Kanta took the bag from Justine's mouth then smiled, leaned over and, with the backs of her fingers, stroked Justin's cheek. "I think you will be called Gowri while you are in my care. The name suits you nicely," Kanta said. Justine didn't reply but simply leaned forward, placing her face in her hands. The sari slipped and exposed one of her breasts and she quickly pulled the cloth around her chest. Kanta gave a quiet laugh, put the car into gear and drove through the crowded streets, carrying Justine to her new home. The Trade Show I checked out the group at the bar for a moment but turned back to Chrissy. She was looking up at me with those big, sparkling, dark eyes. My eyes were adjusted to the dim lighting of the booth and she seemed to glow beside me. "Define 'bad' for me," I asked. Her lips curled into a devilish smile. "You might look at me and see that I've got the petite brunet sweet young thing going," she said, holding up her sparkling diamond. "I've got this rock on my finger, a rich husband, a great wardrobe, a sexy sports car in the garage, a house that's a showplace, you name it. But to tell you the truth, the only time that I really come alive is when I get a nice guy, like yourself, alone and do all sorts of nasty things." "Like bondage and masochism?" "Oh, no." she laughed. "Nothing degrading or painful. I've tried that scene but it doesn't get me off. I'm into pleasure, not pain." "But don't they say the threshold between pain and pleasure is a fine one?" "Spoken like someone who hasn't been there," she said with another laugh. "I'm not into hurting or dominating people and I only want to feel pleasure, with a capitol 'P'." "So when you were flirting with me earlier, teasing me, that was pleasure?" "I wasn't teasing you," she said, slipping her hand onto my thigh. "That's your word, not mine. Besides teasing is when you lead a guy on with no intention of following through. I took one look at you and could tell that you're the kind of nice guy that I really go for and kept thinking of all of the nasty things I'd like to do to you." "Like the licking the lips thing." "I was thinking of what it'd be like to lick your cock," she whispered into my ear, her fingers edging up onto my lap and easily locating my stiffening dick. "And the jutting out the hips thing at the buffet table?" "Thinking about sticking my naked ass in your face." Her fingers gently rubbed my cock back and forth, her little pink tongue circled her lips, her breath brushed against my cheek, and her sparkling eyes gazed playfully into mine. I tilted my face and leaned down toward her. With the warmth of lust pulsing through me, I wanted her badly, and she knew it. I reached around to put a hand on her cheek, closed my eyes and guided her lips toward mine. Her full warm wet lips pressed against mine. I felt the tickle of her tongue as she tried to pry my mouth open. She was a bad girl, I thought as I opened my mouth and let my tongue wrestle with hers. Needing a deep breath, I put my hands on her shoulders not so much to push her away as to hold her at a distance. "You know I'm married," I said still out of breath. "So am I," she replied breathily. "I barely even know your first name." "But does it matter when we're here like this?" she said, both of her hands now working on the growing lump in my lap. "What about your husband? Won't he be missing you?" "Jim lets me do what I want, as long as I keep off the police blotters and out of the newspaper," she said with a breathy laugh. "He knows who I am and that he can't keep up with my appetite." "You should know that I've never messed around on my wife." "Does that really matter?" "It does to me," I said looking down at my drink. "Not that she hasn't ever given me cause to play around." "Like what?" she said looking up with this curious intensity that made me want to spill out my guts. "Well, in the beginning we used to have really great sex. At least I thought so. But especially after the kids came along, it got less and less frequent. She never seemed in the mood. I finally asked her what was wrong and she told me that she never really liked it, and that she'd rather not do it." "That's never been my problem," Chrissy said bringing a hand up to rub my shoulder. "It got so bad that she'd just pull her nightshirt up, her panties down, spread her legs, close her eyes, and wait for it to be over. I tried books and movies and counseling, but nothing seemed to work." "That's too bad," she said sympathetically. "I know how important sex is to men. But I never could use it to get what I want. I just love sharing the pleasure that comes along with it, just surrendering to the feelings and the rush that comes along." I looked at her again; the long lashes of her big dark eyes seductively batting. "Do you want to go up to my room?" I finally blurted out, surprised that the words made it to my lips and out. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied, reaching for her purse. I threw some bills on the table; we grabbed our drinks and headed out to the elevator. She slipped her arm inside mine, leaning her head onto my shoulder. Maybe it was because we didn't want to be seen by the wrong party, or simply sexual anticipation, but it seemed to take terribly long for the elevator to arrive. The ride up to my floor was the same. We exchanged no words, only loving glances. My room was only a few steps from the elevator bank. Chrissy took a few steps inside and threw out her arms. "I love this," she remarked loudly, turning back to me. "Your room smells just like a man." "And that's a good thing, I hope," I said, stepping up to embrace her. "Oh, yes. A very good thing." We slipped our arms about each other and embraced with a deep passionate kiss that left me crazy with lust for this beautiful little woman. "One thing, Jack," she said in a sober voice. "What's that?" "What we do and say in here must never leave the room. Got it?" "I never was the type to kiss and tell." "I'm not talking about kissing, fella," she said with the devilish smile curling her lips again. "Promise?" "I promise," I said soberly. "Besides, I've got as many reasons as you to make sure that no one ever finds out." "I know: the little woman, the kids, the partner," she said breaking away from my longing embrace. "Let's do one thing, okay? Let's leave all of that outside the room. My marriage and yours and all that goes with it don't exist while we're together in this room. All right?" "What? Who?" "How easy they forget," she said with a laugh as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Now comes the good part. "I want you to strip for me." "Say what?" "Come on!" she called out. "Whip it out! Let's see the goods!" "I don't, I mean, I haven't, I mean...I never," I said stumbling over my words. "Yeah, yeah. You never stripped for a woman." "Well, yeah." "Tell you what: you strip for me and I'll strip for you." "How about this?" I asked timidly. "What if I strip you then you strip me?" "Ooh, I like the sound of that," she said rising up from the couch. "Interactivity. Isn't that what they call it these days? But you first." She reached out, grabbed my belt, and pulled me closer to her. She ran her hands over my chest and up to my shoulders. "Mmm, nice body, Jack," she whispered. She tugged my shirt out of my slacks and pulled it up over my head. She tossed it aside and smiled as she twiddled with the light dusting of hair on my chest. Her fingers expertly worked on my belt, opening my trousers and letting them fall to my ankles. She ran her hands over the bulge in my boxers. "Mmm, very nice cock, Jack," she remarked. She squatted down to slip my slacks, shoes and socks off before reaching back up to my boxers. "I just love men in silk boxers!" I could feel my cock growing as she cupped me through the soft silken material. She then lowered a hand and ran it back up my thigh under the shorts. The touch of her hand on my flesh brought me to full erection. I'm sure that she felt me flinch as she grasped my cock. "This is when I normally say that you've got 10 seconds to get hard or I'm walking," she said with that devilish smile. "But I can see that's not necessary now." With a very slow seductive move, she eased the boxers down past my hips. When the waistband cleared my cock it sprang out in relief almost smacking her in the face. Her eyes popped wide open and she licked her lips. She pulled my shorts down the rest of the way and then cupped my balls and grasped my stiff cock lightly. "It's been a while for you, hasn't it," she remarked, standing up and backing away a step or two. "You don't have to answer." She looked me up and down and twirled her finger in a circle. "Turn around," she demanded. "I want to see the whole package." I stepped out of my slacks and shorts and tried to strike a male model pose by spinning around but ended up looking pretty stupid, my hard on wagging like a dog's tail. She stepped closer and leaned up to me. "I think you'll do wonderfully," she cooed, and then raised her arms above her head to do a little pirouette. "Now it's your turn." I had been looking forward to this for several minutes and now the sound of her words, the expectant look on her face, and the sight of her trim body spinning for me made me tremble. I stepped toward her and reached out to caress her inviting body. Lightly running my hands over her waist and breasts and hips and ass, I couldn't help but notice how her nipples began to show through her top. Stepping around behind her, I pulled her back against me cupping a pliant breast with one hand while letting the other hand explore the cleft between her legs. She leaned back against me and brought her hands up to run her fingers through my hair while my hands became familiar with her supple curves. My left hand worked in a figure eight pattern from one breast to the other and back; my right hand slipped under her short little black skirt and up to the warm wet spot between her legs. Yes, she was wearing stockings, not panty hose, and I found the feel of her damp eager little twat exhilarating. Not being able to tease and wait any longer, I slowly began to pull her top up, running my hands over each bit of her smooth clear skin that was revealed. Soon her top was over her head and off and tossed aside. I reached around and cupped her soft round breasts through the sheer lace of her flesh colored bra. I doing so, the satiny straps slipped down off her shoulders, but I went to work then on her skirt, undoing the button, pulling down the zipper, and easing it slowly down over her hips, careful to leave her matching lace panties in place. When the skirt fell to her feet, she stepped out and kicked off her heels. In her stocking feet she couldn't have been more than five-two, nearly a foot shorter than me. My hands moved back up the curves of her body as I stood. I traced the blending of her legs into her heart-shaped ass, up to her narrow waist, and then her chest. Her bra had begun to fall away from her breasts and her bare nipples greeted my fingertips. As I teased her nipples with little loving pinches, she pressed her ass back against me, my rigid cock rubbing up against the small of her back. As I pulled the satiny straps of her bra down, the dainty lacey garment fell down and away from her body. I ran my fingers up her back to her shoulders and then down to her bare breasts. I was close enough to lean forward and kiss her shoulder. She leaned her head to the side, drawing her hair away from her neck and inviting me to plant some sweet kisses on a trail up her shoulder and neck to her ear. She moaned and began to turn around to face me. A dreamy look of passion filled her eyes as our lips met for another kiss. This time we were desperately hungry for each other, our kisses turning almost into little bites as we sought out each other's lips and tongue. My fingers worked down inside her little nothing lace panties. There was a light trace of fur around her trimmed little pussy as my fingers found her wet and waiting. She gasped as my finger slipped between the lips of her pussy. Her hips were already in gear moving in a distinctive circular motion. My kisses worked down from ear and shoulder to her breasts. I could have spent the entire evening making love to her soft breasts; they were so perfect with small taut nipples and dark aureoles. The valley between them was filled with her sweet natural scent and that of her perfume. She cradled my head in her hands as I kissed and nibbled at her round little tits. Before moving lower, I sucked each nipple into my mouth and gave it a light nibble before letting it pop back out. She moaned audibly as my kissed began to lead down her stomach and the firm belly below. As I squatted down, she thrust her twat toward my face and I licked at her pussy through the sheer lace panel of her panties. The unmistakable musky aroma of hot pussy greeted me as my tongue pressed into the slit between her legs. It was almost as if her panties had melted since I could feel her wet slick lips part. I pulled my face back, hooked my fingers inside the waist of her panties and slowly eased them down over her hips. I slipped them down along her shapely legs covered with sheer black silky stockings. When I glanced back up to her, eyeing the perfectly round pointy tits jutting out proudly, I felt a twinge in my dick; I had thought before that it couldn't get any harder, but it had grown larger and felt as hard as steel. When I pressed my mouth forward to get a taste of her downy muff, she held me off. "It's been a busy day for me," she said, pulling me up to a standing position. "Would you mind if I jumped in the shower real quickly?" I stood back and thought for a moment. Was this a delaying tactic because she had cold feet, or was she trying to be considerate and make herself ready for me? I sided with the latter train of thought. "Okay," I replied. "But only if I can join you." "All right," she said leading me toward the bathroom. Watching the sway of her tight little tush, I felt as if I were about to enter heaven. I started up the shower while she pulled out the shower cap and tucked her shoulder length dark brown hair up inside. Even with the cheap paper cap on, she was beautiful; I couldn't imagine her being anything else but beautiful; the evenly spaced features, the high round cheekbones, the big dark sparkling eyes, the pouty rosebud mouth, the lean perfect figure graced with the flawless smooth skin and delicious all over tan. She sat on the toilet and very slowly and seductively removed her stockings. I grabbed the soap and followed her into the shower. We exchanged some silly awkward giggles as we jockeyed for position in the warm stream of water. "Well, since I let you strip me, I suppose you want to wash me up too," she said as I lathered up the soap. "That is the idea in joining you," I replied trying not to smile too broadly. She then held her arms above her head and let me spread the suds all over her gorgeous trim body. Mindful of her makeup, I started at the shoulders and moved down to her breasts and stomach and pussy. "Make sure you get everywhere," she cautioned as her hands followed behind mine. "I like to get squeaky clean before having wild crazy sex." Each word, each gesture was driving me wilder with passion. She certainly enjoyed the special attention I was paying to her pussy. She turned around, presented her butt and I eagerly soaped her backside. As my fingers worked into the crack of her ass, I could have sworn that she deliberately backed up to drive my fingers up her tight puckered asshole. "Get me clean, Baby," she said with a husky voice. "I want to be ready for anything." Once I had soaped her up well enough, she turned around, took the soap from me and went to work. The touch of her fingers was magic to my flesh. Her palms were small but her fingers long and her nails beautifully manicured. I mention this because she playfully dug them into my shoulders to loosen me up. She seemed to be avoiding my cock that was standing straight out from my body, spinning me around instead to wash my back. She playfully probed my anus with a delicate finger. When she turned me back around, she reached for my stiff cock and looked deeply into my eyes. "My God!" she exclaimed as she began to lather me up. "This thing is so hard it's going to fall off!" She stroked the suds along my cock, keeping up her deep gaze into my eyes. I tried hard not to blink as if that would be a signal of my rising excitement and she didn't already know. For a moment, it felt as if she was going to jack me off right there in the shower, but she slowed down and released my cock from her firm grasp. "Time to rinse off, Baby," she said. We quickly rinsed off, shut off the shower and grabbed for the towels. When I reached over to dry her she ran off and I gave chase. We tumbled onto the bed closest to the bath and fell into a frantic passionate embrace, our mouths and limbs a flurry of kisses and caresses. "You have got me so turned on," she said breathlessly. I don't know where to start." "Allow me then, I said rolling her onto her back and moving down quickly to the split between her legs. The next thing I knew, she had her legs wrapped up around my head as I worked my tongue and fingers on her fresh little pussy. She seemed to especially love it when I got a couple of fingers up her twat and sucked her clit up into my mouth. I had always loved eating pussy, especially if the lady was enjoying it, and this one certainly was; her hips moved in that tell-tale circular motion and her breathing was short and quick. I even ran my tongue down to circle her asshole a few times, even getting bold enough to poke it up her ass and enjoy the sight of this gorgeous young woman explode with passion. "Bite me, Jack," she called out between moans. "Don't be afraid. Bite my clit. I just love that." I gently nibbled on her hard little clit and I licked and sucked on it. "Harder!" she said loudly. "Bite me!" I brought more pressure to bear on her and thought she would blast off from the bed. "Yes! Yes, Baby!" she cried out "Just like that! Oh, yeah!" I kept repeating my movements on her until she loudly declared that she was coming. She grabbed at my head and nearly buried my face in her hot cunt. She pulled at my chin and brought my face up to hers to kiss away her musky juice. "Bring that big old thing up here," she said reaching down for my hips and pulling me up to her face. "Ooh, Baby! I can tell it's been a long, long time for you." "I'm not proud of that," I said. At first I straddled her chest and leaned forward to let my cock dangle in front of her mouth. But soon we were shifting positions and I found myself flat on my back with this expert felatrix working away on my stiff erection. I had never felt as big and hard as when she worked me in and out of her hot wet mouth. Every so often she would simply stroke me while she ran her tongue around the head of my dick, or down to lick my balls, or up and down the shaft. I had ended up with my head over the edge of the bed and felt the blood and feelings rush down to my brain. As she worked away on me, she sucked my cock and fondled my balls; she sucked my balls up into her hot little mouth and firmly stroked my cock; and her tongue even toyed with my asshole a couple of times. "I can't stand it any longer," she called out breathlessly as she climbed up to straddle my hips. "Momma's gotta have some cock!" With one slow clean downward movement, she slipped her wet pussy down onto my cock and moved up and down a couple of times real slowly, as if taking the measure of my cock. Once she had her stroke measured, she began to ride me with a sensuous touch. She would raise up so far that I thought my cock would pop out of her but then plunge back down to ram the entire length of my manhood inside of her. She leaned forward to brace herself on my shoulders, letting her pliant little tits dangle in my face. I picked my head up and flicked my tongue at her taut little Hershey kiss nipples. I saw a smile curl up her lips. "What's so funny?" I asked. "You're such a beautiful man," she replied. "I just don't want this to end." The Trade Show We took turns fucking each other with her on top. She eventually rose straight up and bounced wildly for several minutes as if on a bucking bronco. Then she slowed down and collapsed on top of me. I rolled her over and brought her legs up to spread her sopping wet pussy even wider. The sight of her lovely little tits bouncing with each stroke drove me to pump her more furiously. As we continued to fuck, she brought her knees up almost to her shoulders and I grasped her hips, picked her up and started fucking her from a kneeling position. The friction between her pussy and my cock was tremendous. We kept our eyes locked on each other, with a deep look of lust bouncing back and forth between us. Soon she started shifting her position to get onto all fours all without ever letting my cock fall out of her pussy. She buried her face and breasts into the bed as I thrust wildly into her backside. We were so hot and sweaty, the cheeks of her tight little ass made a slurpy slapping sound each time she pulled forward and thrust her pussy back onto me. We ended up collapsing onto the bed from the fury of our wild lovemaking; she was sort of wriggling under the pressure of my long slow deep strokes. "Oh. God! Jack!" she cried out. "Oh, God! Fuck me up the ass, Jack! I want your big cock up my ass!" With the accumulated juices from her pussy and a couple drops of saliva, I got my cock and her rosebud lubed and ready. She wasted no time pushing herself back onto me. Urging me on with some dirty talk, we were quickly fucking like wild dogs. The sensation of her firm ass tightly gripping my cock was driving me out of my mind. I was soon winded from the exertion and she was more than happy to hop on top of me and continue. The sight of her backside was amazing, hourglass curves and all. As she bounced up and down on my belly, I let me hands wander all over every part of her, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her clit, rubbing her back and shoulders. "I'm coming, Jack! Oh, Baby! I'm coming!" she cried out as I fingered her pussy with abandon. Out of breath, she writhed and flailed as her sexual tension released. She collapsed in a hot sexy sweaty mess atop of me. I nestled her in the crook of my arm and held her close as she slowly regained her breath and senses. "Aren't you going to come?" she asked idly stroking my still stiff cock with her hand. "Don't you want to come all over my face and tits?" "Well, I know how girls are about their hair and makeup," I said. "How about your tits and belly?" "It doesn't matter to me," she said, picking up the pace with her hand on my cock. "I'm a bad girl, remember." "Well, then," I said. "Get nasty, Mama, cause I'm about ready to go!" She slipped down and began lapping at my cock again. "You know," she said looking back up at me. "There's something simply nasty about licking a cock that's been up my ass." I smiled and let her go down on me, knowing that it wouldn't take long now. A few long deep strokes with her tonsils tickling the head of my dick and her firm grasp brought me close to my climax. When she fondled my balls and could see how close I was to blowing off she slipped up onto her back and pulled my cock up to jerk it off toward her belly and tits. "Oh. Baby," she cried, stroking me firmly with both hands. "Come for me! Come all over me!" Finally I could hold back no longer and felt the hot cum surge up from my balls. The first spurt brought a great relief to me and caught her a bit by surprise. Since she held me so tightly, the cum squirted out and almost hit her in the face. She kept stroking me so that I spurted out again and again into the valley between her perfect little tits. I fell forward onto my hands as she pumped me dry. She rubbed my dick on her nipples as she milked me dry. "Oh, Little Mama," I called out before collapsing on the bed beside her. "I've never been fucked quite like that before." "Well, to be honest," she said nestling inside my arm again. "That was the best for me." "Your last orgasm is always the best one, I've always said," I remarked. "But you are a once in a lifetime kind of girl." "You'll never forget me, Jack, will you?" "Never," I said planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Besides, we've got all night, don't we?" "At least till dawn," she replied. We made love twice more before she got up to dress and leave. She grabbed her undies and went into the bathroom to shower again. I had almost fallen asleep when the door opened and she came out dressed in her bra, panties, and stockings. The sight of this sexy little woman dressed in her sheer lacy lingerie brought my dick to attention again. I got up from the bed and stood behind her as she tried to step into her skirt. "Jack! Jack!" she said as she tried to fend off my hands that were reaching to caress her breasts one last time. "I really should be going!" I undid the clasp of her bra and freed her breasts again to the pleasure of my touch. With her heels on, her tush was almost to the level of my dick, so I hunched down to let it poke through the opening between her legs and rub up against her pussy through the thin lacey material. "Jack, I've just had my shower," she said protesting more weakly than before. "Oh, Jack! You bastard!" The next thing we know, I had peeled off her panties again and set her ass up on the desk to fuck her again. I had never known a woman whose beauty so intoxicated me that I could think of nothing but the pleasure of having my cock buried in her wet tight pussy. We fucked on the desk, the table, standing on front of the mirror, missionary style on the spare bed, on all fours on the floor. I finally had her pinned up against the door, her legs wrapped around my hips, her arms clutching my shoulders, her perfect white teeth nibbling on my ear, as I pumped the last drops of cum deep into her. "God, Jack," she cried. "You are a wild man." "And you are driving me crazy, woman!" I replied as we fell back onto the bed. "I'll never get back in time, now," she said looking at the clock. "Stay with me, Chrissy. We can go to breakfast at your hotel on our way to the conference. What do you say?" She didn't leave until we were both ready in the morning. We had breakfast at my hotel instead of hers and she insisted that she take a cab by herself. "It's better if you're not with me, Jack." I leaned down and kissed her through the window of the taxi. She gave me that great smile and a little finger wave as the cab pulled away. I didn't see her again the rest of the conference. For the next few months, each time a little brunet came into view, I would check her out hoping that it would be Chrissy, my sweet little Chrissy. The first couple of months I was haunted by the memory of her face and the night we spent together. It even improved the lovemaking scene with my wife. All I had to do was close my eyes and pretend that it was Chrissy's tight little pussy I was fucking. The old lady was even prompted to produce a compliment that made me think that maybe she might actually want to have sex again. But a lot can happen in a year and the pretending during sex became harder to do as the memory began to fade. By summertime I had eventually managed to put Chrissy out of my mind. The following fall, the trade conference and exhibition was overseas in Dusseldorf. Derek and I were working on setting up our exhibit booth when Jim Hutton and one of his subordinates walked by. We both greeted him warmly as we had been lucky enough to become a vendor of test equipment for his company during the past year. We had made it a special effort to make sure he remained a good customer. Then out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a petite brunet walking with an older lady. They stepped right up next to Jim. "Derek," Jim said. "You and Jack have met my wife, Chrissy, haven't you?" "Last year in Cleveland," Derek remarked quickly. "A gentleman never forgets," I said taking her little hand in mine and nodding toward her. I could tell by the sparkle in her eye that Chrissy remembered. How could she not? But then Jim's assistant, Jacob, had a question for me and drew my attention to a new piece of equipment that we were premiering at the show. By the time I had answered all of Jake's questions, Jim and the ladies had started to move on. "Are you coming to the reception tonight?" Derek called out. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Jim shouted back Chrissy looked back at me, winked and licked her lips. I thought to myself, neither would I, neither would I.