1 comments/ 9934 views/ 8 favorites Nicole and Her Businessman Pt. 01 By: jaycox My name is Nicole Amorino. I am 20 years old and by my judgment, just an ordinary girl. I have no special talents or skills; nor am I a beautiful woman. I have always been 'full-figured' as the nice old ladies say. In fact, I'm a bit on the chubby side. Offsetting all this is my love of life and the dream of every young woman, to meet her prince and be whisked away to the life of bright lights in distant places. I can be a bit goofy at times, and I find nothing more satisfying than a good laugh, often at myself. I am not the graceful swan; rather I am more the ungainly goose. I am in love with a man who in past visits, hardly noticed me. He visits our town and stays at the hotel where I work as a desk clerk. I have known him casually for almost two years. His last trip here several months ago changed all this. We had a chance to talk on several occasions on my day off. I found him to be warm and witty. He made me feel completely at ease. His name is Wilson Herbert, and he is 48 years old. He could be my father. For some reason, I don't know why, on that last trip he told me a great deal about his unhappy personal life of the past few years. I was honored that someone of his maturity would talk to an inexperienced person such as I. Mostly I listened. I believe that is what he wanted. Now I look for his name on the reservation list every week. I still feel the warmth of his handshake, the wetness of the small goodbye kiss we shared on his last visit. It is difficult for me in my hometown. I need someone to value me, make me feel like a woman. Among my few boyfriends and even with my parents I feel like I'm still considered as a kid. Mr. Herbert changed all this for me, even though, our ages are far apart. He is a man of the world, and I am the homebody. But now somewhat of a confidant. He speaks so sweetly to me when he is here. His eyes are sparkling blue, deep, yet playful at the same time. He tells me his past. The hurts, the betrayals. His life is pierced by wounds from former lovers. I need to help him, love him with my body, to be the soothing balm that creates for him loving peace. Does he see me that way? Would he ever love me? I am so plain, just a small town girl. But I want to learn, to escape the doldrums of life rooted in my uneventful past here. No man has ever taken me; none has sought my virginity nor have I offered it willingly to any. But, I think of Mr. Herbert, his sweet smile, and soft face. He radiates warmth that makes my breasts respond, my body warm. He is a strong, successful man in business. Accumulation of wealth has been easy for him. But the wealth of loving relationships has eluded him. I could make him so happy. My body is his for the taking. My virginity, my soul, is so ready to love him. I will show him. I see his name on the reservations list for the last week of March. Oh God, will he see me for the loving woman I am? I am not the trophy woman, my hourglass figure is heavy, my pendulous breasts are large. But I know I can love him in a way he has never been loved. How can I be so bold? What do I know? Nothing. But there is an instinct in every woman that is primal, not learned, but in her mind at birth. I can make him happy. I know what my breasts are for, to feed him, to nourish his lust. I know what my legs are for, to wrap around his body as he fills me deeply with his thrusting cock. I know what my vagina is for, to squeeze him, massage him, to grasp him in ways he knows not. I will show him. If he takes me, could it be more? Could I live a life with him? I am untutored in the ways of a gracious society, but I can learn. I am smart in many ways but not tried in his world. I have not seen the environment of elegance and grace. I don't know cocktail parties, great celebrations of his triumphs, intimate gatherings with the rich and powerful people he congregates with every day. If he lets me teach him what my devoted love could be, would he then teach me to be a woman of grace? Could I do it? I am simple in my tastes and needs. Fine food, music, clothes of silks and satins have not been mine. But I know I could learn, be a woman he could trust and confide in, to be gracious as a hostess, to love him in every way. I will show him. Even more, he could trust me to want nothing more than his love, his essence, his being. I was jolted awake as the Gulfstream bounced down on the runway. There must be strong crosswinds again. This place has complex weather events. Rudi does a helluva' job. Time for a raise for a good pilot. We rolled to a stop at the General Aviation Terminal. I grabbed my bag, briefcase, and laptop and exited to the tarmac. The cab was waiting to take me to the hotel. "Welcome again, Mr. Herbert. Very nice to see you," says the cab driver. I am nervous. I want her to be there today, I want to see that sweet smile, hear her sultry voice, watch her graceful moves. Her richly endowed figure freezes me in time. I do not see other women any longer. Since I kissed Nicole on the last trip, something has tripped in my head. Other women are now invisible to me. What is under that starched blouse? Are her nipples large on great dark aureoles, as dark as her eyes? I've seen them protrude when I stand at the desk in front of her. I can't help but look, and she catches me. For me only have they peaked? Or, perhaps, for a lover I don't know? Damn, I hope not. This girl has me by my balls, my cock quivers. Every night for weeks I have lovingly thought of her as I masturbated myself to sleep. In Rome, Amsterdam, New York, for weeks I jerk myself off in pools of cum. Hotels everywhere have cum stained sheets and pillows as I shamelessly humped them, fucking them until I came again, saying, "Nicole, be my woman, oh fuck me, Nicole." Why did I stay away so long? Am I still afraid of rejection? I have an uncanny knack for picking the bimbos and money-lusting MILFS, who fuck me into submission. When they discover there is no money on the table for them, they leave. I try to shake it off, but it hurts. She is not like this, is she? I cannot believe she is that way. I must be patient with her, talk, seek her soul, press on slowly. I want her. My friend Tim calls me from the airport Mr. Herbert's plane has just landed. Tim and I are friends from high school, and he knows my interest in this man. I leave the desk to my associate and go quickly to the employee's locker area. Nervousness is attacking my confidence. The hotel has recently got us new uniforms, nicely tailored, gray tweed, pantsuits with a waist length jacket, tapered legs, and a white, form-fit, scoop necked blouse. Comfortable low-heel, patent leather pumps complete the new, very businesslike appearance. I quickly walk over to my locker. There is another blouse hanging inside the same as I am wearing, except one size smaller. It is the one that produces a deep, sexy cleavage. My "little girls" are shown to best advantage in the smaller size. Am I too forward? Would he think I am a bit cheap, the town punch-board? I start to change and pull off my jacket. The top slips over my head but catches in my left earring. Damn! Don't cause a pull. I fiddle with the earring, it loosens and then I am out of the blouse. I adjust my breasts to sit up a little higher in my 38 D bra and then reach for the other top. Damn again! I drop it on the floor in my haste. Bending over I whack my head on the corner of the chair hard enough to cause stars. For Christ's sake, Nicole, get your shit together. Calm down. He will never pay any attention to a clumsy oaf. Finally, I put myself back together, and though I was still nervous, I march out to the counter. As I walk, I realize my pussy is wet. I can feel it in the crack of my thighs. My nipples are growing against the smooth blouse fabric. When I reach the front desk the outside door opens. Oh Jesus. Easy Nicole, breath normally. Put your hands at your sides nowhere near your crotch. Don't tease yourself under the counter. He'll smell you. I can smell my crotch, I'm flowing I'm so wet. I was blushing, I knew it, even though my Italian skin is a lovely olive hue, I feel the heat on my cheeks. I quickly glance down. Yes! World Class Cleavage on patrol! I pull the air slowly into my lungs to raise my bust. My nipples now poke tightly against the fabric. I had no bra to screen their arousal. The friction on my blouse from the lining of my jacket is kissing my nipples at every turn. Friction between my legs from the tapered cut of the pant legs is rubbing my lips. I am perilously close to cumming as I stand there. No! I'm so embarrassed She's here. Thank God. Is she not beautiful? She is a goddess. What if she is angry because I kissed her last time I was here? I was going to kiss her on the cheek when I left then, and then emotion ran away with me; I kissed her on the mouth. I even slipped my tongue into her mouth a little. I must be a pervert. I'm old enough to be her father! I have to move from the doorway. I can't stand here all day. I pull my jacket shut to hide my erection. I'm walking a bit sideways; it is so huge, and my boxers are as wet as if I peed in my pants. I am mind-fucking her with every step I take. Will I cum in my trousers? I don't care. He's in front of me. I can't talk. My lips are frozen. My eyes are a blurry, teary mess. I am tearing. Why? I need him so badly. Does he even see me as I see him? Then I notice his jacket, the bulge sticking out beyond, thrusting forward. I can't stand it and start rubbing my thighs together. Oh fuck! I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I grab the counter top and lean into it; my knuckles white with the strain. I swallow little gasps and gulps of the air. It rolls up into my breasts, through my pussy, into my ass, down my legs. My thighs are drenched in my cum. I can smell my sex. I don't care if he does. I want him to know! Is she OK? What's the matter she's so flushed? He looks at her inviting cleavage and can't believe his eyes. Her chest above her breasts is fiery red, the red of sexual excitement. He looks into her glistening eyes; the pupils are wildly dilated. He leans in toward the desktop and then catches the bouquet, the aroma, the unmistakable smell of a woman in climax. Oh fuck! He pushes his cock up against the desk front, catches his breath and says, "Hello, Miss Amorino, it's nice to see you again. Have you been well?" Her voice is high and thin, not what he remembers as her usual throaty, sultry sound. "Uh...Why, why, Yes sir, I'm very well." Her heart is beating frantically. He knows, he knows I'm cumming right in front of him. He'll think I'm a silly schoolgirl. How can I do this? When I masturbate, I never cum like this. I never produce this much juice, never! I'm soaked. "Your room is ready, Sir, Mr. Herbert. Welcome back. It's the room you prefer sir, the luxury suite on the top floor. Correct?" I see she is calming down some. Her chest is still a warm red, and the tantalizing scent of pussy fills my nostrils. I now remember her extraordinary tits. How sultry she is, the blush of her cheeks, her dark eyes and brows, the lush, full lips and white teeth. I see a woman to lust for, to seduce. "Yes, I'll go on upstairs now and freshen up. Will you be on the desk this evening later?" I look into his eyes curiously, trying to discern a meaning that he only hints at to me. "Oh, no sir, not this evening. I'll be back at noon tomorrow and will be on until 10 PM." I reach forward and take her hand to shake it good night. I want any excuse to touch her. I see her trembling. I see her upper lip with little, shining beads of perspiration on it. Whatever had hit her, hit her hard. I am amazed by her passion so close to her surface. I want her to cum for me like that. "Till then. Good night, I certainly hope you rest well," he said. I want to reach across the desk and grasp her behind the head and pull her lips to me. I want to slip my hand below her blouse neckline and feel the nipples, the heft of her fleshy mounds, to feel their heat. I will wait, but not for long. In my room, my need is overwhelming. I take my pants off, not bothering with my shirt, stand in the middle of the room with my cock thrusting out of my shorts. Spitting on my hand, I swirl the palm around the swollen head and begin to slowly stroke. I want to go slow, but I can't. Cum, I have to cum now! "I want to fuck you so badly, Nicole, slide my cock into you. Let me suck your tongue, roll you over on top of me and play with your hanging tits, slip you up and down on my cock. Oh Fuck! I'm shooting. Cumming, sweetheart, cumming hard." I scream. I shoot ropes of cum onto the dresser, the front of the drawers and some on the carpet. My knees buckle and I fall slowly to the floor. When I open my eyes, I imagine she stands in front of me, the hair of her pussy in front of my tongue. She smelled so God damned good at the desk. She will taste like honey and spice. I imagine licking her thighs and thrusting my tongue into her. My cock is hardening again. I roll myself onto the floor with my legs spread and my cock pointing at the ceiling. Precum and cum from my orgasm of a moment ago leak out and lube me making my hand slick. I stroke hard, and then soft, play with myself and then again, "Nicole!" as my cum shoots up to my chest onto my white dress shirt and silk tie. I wake up with a huge woody and make my way to the bathroom. Dried cum sticks to my belly and my pubic hair. I stroke my cock to relax some so I can pee. It takes a while, and I get aroused again. Before I can pee my hand moves faster. I spit on my cock to make it slippery and within a dozen strokes I shoot all over the toilet. It goes on and on. The woman is driving me crazy. I have to have her. Finally I pee a heavy stream into the toilet, start the shower to get the water warm and step in. I soak a good 15 minutes to relax my shoulders and soothe my aroused state. Washing my cock clean is done quickly, or I'll do it again. Oh fuck, Nicole, what is the hold you have on me? I hardly know you. I dress in workout shorts and tee shirt with walking shoes. Grabbing a towel I head for the door. There is a note slipped under it; I reach down, pick it up and open it. "Dear Mr. Herbert: "I will be in the exercise room before I go on shift at noon today. Maybe you could join me in the sauna for a visit and chat? I love you, Nikki" Nikki? What a sweet nickname. It fits her personality; a serious streak tempered by a sense of playfulness. Is that what got out of control at the front desk last night? I thought she would faint. I grabbed my room key card and started out, paused and returned for something. A condom. On the way down the line in the note 'I love you...' rattles round my head. I have the same feeling. Can I say it to her? She seems so different from the all the others, fresh, an innocence about her. The sauna at the hotel was unique in my experience. It was co-ed with optional nudity, adults only. I had seen them in Europe but never in the US. I hurried to the elevator and when it arrived pressed LL. The exercise area was in the lower lobby in an out-of-the-way corner. I opened the glass windowed door and entered. The room was empty at this hour of the morning. There was one robe hanging by the door to the sauna. I peek in the small window. She is lying on her back with a towel rolled up under her head and another towel lengthwise down her body, just covering her breasts and groin pelvic area. My cock flies to attention. I take off my robe, strip off my clothes and shoes and dump them on the floor. When I open the door, she turns her head, opens her eyes and smiles. "I'm glad you could make she it." My stiff cock stands straight out, and I smile. Walking slowly to her, I kneel down next to her as she lay on the bench. She is perspiring profusely in the heat. I reach out tentatively to touch her sweet face. Her hair is stringy and wet from sweat. The heat is erotic, heating up my sex. I can feel it in my balls. "I was afraid to do this. I thought you' think me slutty, Mr. Herbert." "Never. I think you are a special woman." "I love you," she says, worried that she might frighten him away knowing his awful experiences with gold diggers. I smile longingly at her, my appetite for her whetted by the greeting. "Honey, Nikki, I feel something very deep about you." Leaning over I kiss her full lips, place my hand on her large breast, feeling it through the towel. Massaging it slowly and drilling my tongue into her mouth at the same time I begin to feel a soft touch on my cock. She has dropped her hand from under the towel and strokes my manhood. Slowly, totally from the top to bottom; at the top she circles my glans with her finger, wet with sweat caused by the heat. "Where did you learn to do that, Nikki?" I gasped. "From you, just now." I am totally in her power as she holds my cock. My hair trigger is not so easy to release, and she continues slowly. He is here. I am so on edge I was worried that he might be afraid of my invitation. I did something I have never done, throw myself on the mercy of a man I hardly knew. Please, please take the towel away. Touch me, rub me, kiss me all over. I slowly stroke his cock as he concentrates on my left breast cleaning the nipple with wet kisses and sucking. The wet noises rush to my center. The sauna is hot, but I feel my pussy leakage on my ass as it drips down between my cheeks. He pushes the towel lower down my body as I arch my hips upward, yearning for a touch, a kiss, some pressure on my cunt. Oh, stroke my cunt you beautiful soul, stroke me. My move signals assent, the towel goes away. I pull the towel off and trace my finger along her stomach lower, and lower until the tip mingles with the sopping wet hair of her pussy. I cannot tell yet whether she is wet from perspiration or if it is her female nectar. As I approach my goal, she spreads her legs and drops her left foot to the floor while raising her right knee. She is now totally open to my touch. It is too tempting, and I slide my index finger and middle finger of my left hand into her slit. She is soaking wet. Moving up and down through her slit brings forth little moans and cooing noises. Touching her wet slit is an exotic thing. I move a few inches inside her slit and feel her delicate lips. He is there now! Touch my clit, prod it, push it, pull it, make it stand tall! Oh fuck; he has me now. If I stand up and pull him to me would he fuck me standing up? I have never, ever been fucked. I want it now, to show him I love him and will do anything for him. I start jacking his cock more quickly, and he groans. He is leaking precum more than enough to be noticed through the sweat of his body. Now he is on my clit! "Mr. Herbert, I'm cumming!" I moan, throwing my body high above the bench, shaking, my cunt on fire, my secretions flowing out onto his hand. As I settle down some, he stands over me and lowers his cock toward my mouth. Oh fuck! Can I do it? I've seen pictures in magazines but have never sucked a cock. Will he think I am clumsy or unable to do it? How do I do it? Suck, lick, let him cum in me? I let my passion guide me. "Tell me what you like," and I take his hardness into my mouth, first timidly around the head. I kiss his dripping slit, tasting his thick precum, rubbing it over my lips with the head of his cock. The sauna is very hot, and I can't take much more nor can he. We are both red skinned and sweating profusely. "Do what you're doing, child. Suck it, tongue it!" He groans, and my mouth fills with the most delicious fluid. His cum tastes like rich cream, hot and slippery. It flows naturally down my throat, and I feel like I've done this before in another life. He keeps thrusting into my mouth and without knowing it, his head bangs into the back of my throat and one last spurt erupts. His knees buckle slowly, and he sinks next to me. Leaning forward, he presses his lips onto mine and his tongue into me. With gentle suction, he pulls his remaining cum into his mouth. At the same time he finds my pussy again with his fingers, he rams two fingers into me, roughly, hungrily and probes. He finds a spot inside my vagina that I know only by accident in my masturbation frenzies. He rubs and massages the spot all the while playing with my nipples with tongue and lips. Nicole and Her Businessman Pt. 01 "Oh, fuck me! Ah...it's too much, I can't...," and I explode into the most intense orgasm! I am dizzy, light-headed, I try to open my eyes to him but cannot. I drift away in bliss and the heat of the sauna. I feel a coolness in my dream, the desert heat seems less severe. I must be at an oasis with soft winds and shade. My eyes flutter open, but everything is blurry. Finally, I can focus. I am sitting in the exercise room on a chair with my robe around my shoulders, and Mr. Herbert is holding a wet cloth on my head and another on my chest. "Nikki, are you okay?" he says with a worried look on his face. "You had too much sauna. I thought you passed out from the heat." "No, not that heat. The heat you brought me. No man has ever done that to me. No man has ever given his cock to my mouth." He kisses her tenderly and helps her up, aiding her to walk into the co-ed shower for the sauna. Leaving her robe on a hook by the door he places her under a shower head with lukewarm water flowing gently over her body. He has not even put his robe on when he leaves the sauna and stands there in proud nakedness. His cock hangs down languidly, swinging over his scrotum as he walks around her, soaping her skin and gently washes her off. He get sunder the next shower once she is revived enough to stand alone. I am a total cumslut. I want more in my mouth again. Dropping to my knees under the cool spray of water I take his cock gently into my mouth and begin to suck once again. He turns the water off and then places his hands on the side of my head as my love affair with his manhood strengthens. I look into his eyes with every in and out thrust into my mouth. His eyes are intensely blue. They peer deeply into mine. He begins to move his cock faster and deeper into me. He is fucking my mouth. Two, three more cycles and he blasts cum into my mouth again. This time I leave my mouth loosely on his shaft and his cum dribbles out of my lips. In his orgasmic throes he is alert enough to catch some of his juice on a finger. He slowly leans down and rubs it on my pussy lips. I am in Heaven. My eyes close and I sink back onto the tile floor of the shower, leaning against the wall. "Are you OK, Nikki?" he say, greatly concerned. "Oh yes, dear, I've never been better." "You are very special, Nikki." "Mr. Herbert, I get off tonight at 10:00 pm. May I come to you in your room?" "Yes, come and stay the night, but only if you drop the 'Mr.' business. You make me feel ancient. Call me Wilson," he said with a chuckle. "Wilson," I say. I look into his eyes again, "I'll be there." Nicole and Her Businessman Pt. 02 'What have I done?' I thought to myself. 'Wilson's waiting for me. Does he think me whorish?' My hormones drove me to do things I have only dreamed about. I am so forward; I am so scared! Tonight he'll fuck me. I know he will ravage my cunt. Will it hurt much? How will his big shaft penetrate me without deep pain? My dildo is nowhere near as big as his cock, and it fills me to my limit. My vagina won't stretch any more, or will it? His tool is much bigger if my sex-fogged memory is accurate. Will he fuck me hard? Ram it into me? Oh fuck, fuck, can I go through with it? My decision two years ago to start with the birth control pill seemed so right now. At the time, I felt embarrassed when I had to go to the doctor at the woman's clinic in town. Actually, they were so nice to me and gave me a primer on the use and the risks of the pill that I needn't have worried. No one seemed to care when I said I had not had intercourse yet with any man. In my mind, still being a virgin was so out of sync with the modern world. But I was determined to wait until giving up myself was with the right man. Thank God, my maidenhead is gone. The night I broke it with the dildo scared me so badly. I bled a lot, a frightening amount. I couldn't masturbate for many weeks for fear of what I did to myself. I was so sure I had damaged my vagina mortally. One night when my need was huge I finally tried the dildo again. Lubing it with my saliva until it dripped and after massaging my clitoris with my finger, I carefully slipped the plastic cock-shaped cylinder into my vagina. Turning up the vibration, I started to move it slowly in and out. I was so close from my clitoral stimulation, and the pent-up lust of my long layoff, that I had an extraordinary climax. My juices flowed freely and clearly, no blood! From then on I have masturbated every night. Since meeting Wilson and becoming better acquainted with him, I usually do it before I come to work and when I get home. It can go on for hours. I love to cum! Working the front desk on this busy evening was hell. A storekeeper's convention group was checking in for their annual drunken, tax write-off, party. They were mostly loud, in a hurry to get to the bar or just rude. I could only think of our sex that afternoon. I was daydreaming about sucking his cock, when my thoughts were abruptly ended. "Hey, are you gonna' get my room key or not, girlie?" said a rather large, fat man. He was chewing on the dead stub of a filthy cigar and leering at my tits. It was hot, and my jacket was off. Even with the bra, my devilish thoughts about Wilson had my nipples stoked and they were sticking out! I wanted to tell him to stuff the nasty cigar butt up his ass. "Yes, Sir, just one moment," I said as I turned to the key rack and grabbed his key. Shit! He was right next to Wilson's room. This ugly, rude man had the other suite on the floor. His presence could present a problem if he saw me entering a guest's room late in the evening. My boss, Miss Sinderman, was the night manager, and she was strict. I could lose my job if someone reported me. We were never to do that, and we were not permitted to stay at the hotel under any circumstances. Things slowed down some and my assistant, Becca, leaned over close and said, "Are you okay? You seem agitated, flushed, nervous. Not your period is it?" "No. He came in yesterday, and I was with him before work down in the sauna." Becca knew who I was talking about. I had confided in her the last time Wilson visited here and that I had a real 'thing' about him. I even told her about my masturbation sessions. We had known each other since we were trainees together two years ago. I had spent some long winter evenings with her in the last few months, and our intimacy had slowly developed. We never touched each other, but we shared fantasies during hot dildo sessions. I was very close to inviting her for a weekend to my parent's cabin when the weather warmed up to see just how far she would go. I didn't know much about lesbian sex but was intrigued. I hoped she was too. "Nikki, did he...?" "No," I interrupted, "but we did everything else you could imagine. I even passed out when he loved my pussy." "Did he...kiss you,...you know, down there?" she whispered excitedly. "No, just his fingers but I almost fainted. Twice. The second time I did pass out," I said. "Nikki what does he look like, you know, his male thing?" Becca had no experience with boys while mine was very limited to a couple of handjobs and an awkward blowjob standing in a doorway one night with the neighbor's boy. "He's huge, I think. I was so 'sexed-up and hot.' It's hard to remember. His cock-head is beautiful and so soft to touch with my tongue." Becca gasped and with eyes wide open, said, "You sucked his dick, Nikki, didn't you?" Before I could answer her, a customer came in the front door and headed for the desk, and I said to Becca, "Take care of him. I have to go sit down and pee." She looked at me with a grin and winked. I know I blushed. I hurried back to the employee locker room, checked around inside, and no one was there. I went into the toilet stall and locked the door. I quickly unfastened my pants, pulled my panties down and sat down with my legs spread wide. Coating my fingers with saliva, I got them ready for my hole. I easily slid them into my wet pussy and began rotating, thrusting slowly and thumbing my clit at the same time. Within a few minutes, my head was spinning again and juice leaked all over my fingers and hand. I came with a loud groan, trying desperately to stifle it. All I could see in my mind's eye was Wilson's hard cock. I wanted it so badly. Wilson woke up at 5 PM from a sound sleep. He couldn't help but think, 'That girl wore me out! I am no fucking spring chicken. Can I keep her satisfied?' She was half his age and her sexual energy was powerful. He had to expect that she might be disillusioned with an older man's sexual drive. Of a sudden he started and grabbed the house phone, got an outside line and called his office in New York. Shit, it was already 7 PM there. Eight rings later his secretary, Shakira, picked up the line. "Honey, it's Wilson. I took a nap and slept right through the conference call with Europe. Jesus! I'm in trouble. Get me Scott, wherever he is and pray I can mend the fences," he said with irritation in his voice. Loving Nikki and business were already at odds. "Don't worry, Sir, it was canceled. The German affiliate didn't have all the data you requested yet. Something about unrest in North Africa today that jammed the wires. It will be redone as soon as they can get things patched up," Shakira said. "Thank God, I could have messed up a lot of work. I dozed off reading a boring book. Anything else?" "I've made the arrangements for two at the Acapulco Princess you requested for the week after next. Rudi has requested clearance over Mexican airspace and everything should be ready to go. I also have things lined up for two in LaJolla, CA this weekend." "Everything? The padre too?" "Yes, Sir." He smiled to himself. It was a gamble that she felt about him as strongly as he felt about her. Would she leave here though? Or would she cut and run at his aggressive move? Tonight may tell. "OK, I'll check in the morning. Unless it's something super urgent just let me be. I'll call about noon New York time. Bye now." He hung up, stood and walked to the window. It was just starting to darken outside as the late March day began to fade. Lights shone in the hills surrounding the valley where the hotel was situated. 'I wonder where she lives out there? Can I move her from her, take her with me? I cannot bear the thought of leaving her behind. The loneliness of the last two months was awful. I want her; I need her. I love her.' I looked in the mirror once more and fluffed my hair a bit. I am ready now. No bra, no panties, my best perfume dabbed on my ears, breasts, and my thighs. I pinned a small spray of wild violets in my hair. They had just popped out of their cocoons a few days ago as the weather warmed. Violets and other tiny wildflowers grew in profusion in the grassy area behind the hotel where the path was to the guest's picnic ground. I love flowers in my hair. Why can't I dance naked in the woods with them and my lover next to me? I see us standing naked by the edge of the stream out there, my arms lovingly wrapped around his neck, his hands on my breasts in a tender embrace. Stop, Nikki, dammit, stop!" You'll cum again right here you sex-crazed slut. Am I a slut? With Wilson, I will do anything he asks, anything. It was 10:30 when I stole up the stairs to his room. The elevator was way too risky what with my little gray dress, black nylons, and stiletto heels. I didn't look like room service. Or did I? The most dangerous part was getting to his room door. The storekeeper party guys were all around making a harmless racket. I opened the door from the stairwell and the hallway was clear. I was at his door and about to knock when at the next room the door opened wide and the fat, rude cigar-man lurched out. He was drunk. I froze; he was looking the other way heading toward the elevator. Oh God, no don't let him see me. I raised my hand and I hear, "Hey, girlie, you wid' da' nipples I like. Come over here..." he slurs out. Jesus God, help me! I'm frozen with fear. He lurches toward me surprisingly fast for a fat man. I don't know why but I tried to get around him and back to the stairway. He grabs my arm now, pins me to the opposite wall and presses one hand around my throat. The other hand rips the top of my dress down, and my tits fall out lewdly right in front of his face. I can't breathe. I try to bite him, but his grip is like a steel trap. I smelled his foul breath as he leaned to kiss me. Then I do the only thing I remember from the women's self-defense class. I slump slightly, and he tips with me. Then I spring up sharply off my right leg and plant my left knee between his legs crunching his cock and balls. He bellowed a scream, bent over he fell backward and was stopped by the wall right next to Wilson's room. I rushed to the door and bang on it with my fists and scream, "Help...God help me!" The fat man grabs my left ankle and jerks me down awkwardly on the floor. The door opens, and Wilson runs out clad in his bathrobe. "What the fucking hell is going on? Oh shit, Nikki, Nikki are you okay?" At the same time, he sees the fat prick's hand on my ankle and promptly kicks him hard in the side with his bare foot. The fat man isn't even fazed and grabs at Wilson but is too slow. Wilson drops lower and leans forward thrusting his knee into the man's head, snapping it back against the wall. The guy slumps to the floor. "Get in the room!" he shouts. I stumbled up and forward inside the door of the room. "Nikki, call 911 and get the cops here fast. Assault with intent.." Wilson turns to my attacker and says, "Stay down, motherfucker, if you want to keep your teeth. You vicious bastard, assaulting a woman. That's a felony in this state with a mandatory 5 year, no parole sentence. You're busted, fucker." People are congregating in the hall now and I am terrified. I will get fired! Mrs. Sinderman will know all about his. Oh God, now what? All I wanted was to be loved by my man. Now he'll probably be scared off too, not wanting to be caught up in a brawl in a hotel and all the publicity. Two policemen came down the hall. I could hear them clearing people back. "Officer, this man attacked my fiancee in the hallway. When I came out of our room, he had torn her dress open, had knocked her down on the floor, and was trying to crawl on top of her. I want him arrested, now!" "Hold on sir. What's his side of the story." I screamed from inside the room. "His side? His side of what? The bastard was groping my bare breasts and was humping my leg before he knocked me down! What the hell do you think my story is?" I started to cry loudly and tears flowed. Finally, after about 45 minutes the officers got it straight and cuffed fat man and took him away. Wilson came back into the room and grabbed the phone. He made a series of calls that I didn't understand. One to a lawyer, another to someone in a big hotel chain I had heard of, and the last to the general manager of our hotel. "Honey, what's wrong now?" Wilson asked. "Wilson what will I do?" I sobbed. "I'll be fired! What can I tell my parents?" Then I told him the whole story, all my fears, losing my job for sure, my mother and father, I would be ruined. "Nikki, honey don't worry, it's going to be just fine. You're safe and that's what matters most." "Wilson, what did you say to the policeman when he ran down the hall? What did you call me?" I asked. Did I hear him right? It was all so confused. Maybe I heard what I wanted to hear. He looked at me and hesitated; then he said in a soft voice, "I called you my fiancee. I know that was presumptuous. I didn't even ask you. Before you slap my face and tell me I'm an awful, old man, let me explain. You've been on my mind day and night for months, ever since the last trip here. When I walked into the lobby, yesterday something clicked in my head. I knew then I wanted you to be my wife. I was going to ask you tomorrow evening at dinner but events overtook us." "How could you marry me? Why, we haven't even... uh, you know..." "I don't need to know about that, Nikki. I know how fine you are and how kindly you listened to me last time when I bored you for hours about my past troubles. I know I can trust your love. Do you love me? I'm so afraid to ask." I looked at him in total disbelief. I was scared, confused. This is what I wanted and now it was here. I couldn't speak. I just nodded and tried to smile. "I'll take that as a yes," and then he grabbed me in a tight embrace. My poor dress was ruined, but Wilson removed it very carefully until I stood completely naked in front of him, nothing but my heels and nylons left. He opened his robe to show his erection standing proudly out from his groin area. His strong arms enveloped me and I started to sob, tears running down my cheeks in rivulets. "Honey, sweet man, I will love you forever." 'My moment has arrived,' thought Nikki. 'I pray I am everything he wants.' I faked it this morning. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. He must be so sophisticated; I must seem so clumsy. How can I show him that I'll just die without him? He wants me to marry him. I will show him. I will. I can be all the lover he will ever yearn for and more. "Nikki, are you up for this? Or are you still rattled from that bastard's attack on you? If not, I would understand." She looked at me, stepped back a little, smiled, put her right hand on my cock and leaned into my mouth with her hot tongue eager for my lips. I put my hands on her breasts, grasping each and lifting them up to just touch her erect nipples to my chest. She dropped my cock; I let her breasts down tenderly, and we clinched in fierce passion I had never known before. I started rubbing her pussy with my hand and then shoved my cock against her mound. Putting my hands on her ass cheeks and kneading them pulled me tighter against her sex. "Oh, Christ, Wilson. I love you. I want to please you. Help me to learn," Nikki said. Her body is heaven on earth. She is voluptuous to see, soft to hold, exuding warmth I could not understand. She was inside my head in a way no woman ever had been. Why? How? She wasn't the trophy wife stock I had been showered with for the last five years. She was... well... just a girl. At his moment, I would kill to have her. Her breasts were pressed against me. She stooped slightly, spreading her legs; my cock slid between her legs and rubbed against her slit, where her fluids quickly lubed me. I stooped even further and with my left hand guided my cock up into her cunt. She moaned. "Wilson, oh my God, I'm so ready." I spun us around so I could sit down on the edge of the bed and leaned back pulling her to me, never letting my cock-head recede from her body. She lay fully on top of me and kissed me over and over, eating my mouth and tongue with an abandon of wildness. She licked my face, my chin, my nose, kissed my eyes and stuck her tongue alternately in my ears. She bathed my face with her mouth. She pushed herself up with her arms and adjusted her position, so her womanhood was in line with my hard-on and began to lower herself, her knees on both sides of me. My cock was on fire with the heat of her slippery vagina as she finally just let go, and her weight dropped onto me. I felt her wrapped around my cock, the feel of the softest velvet all around me. I couldn't move. She had paralyzed me with a love so feverish I felt like a man in the last stages of delirium. She leaned back and her pendulous breasts began to sway as she slowly thrust up and down on me. Her liquid brown eyes washed me with their light, all sparkles of tiny wavelets so bright. No man could withstand very long the passion of her weight upon his body as she fell to the bottom his shaft. With each descent, it was as if she fluttered, stuttered, grabbing me with muscles so deep and secret as she stayed on course with the walls of the tube her Maker gave her. Even though she was moving so gently and languorously, I exploded into her. She cried a little whimper; I groaned and thrust as far into her as I could. It was the sweetest, most gentle lovemaking I ever knew. She had total control of my life. I loved her. She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, rolled to her side by me. She had not cum. I gently entered her slit with my index and ring finger to find the mixture of our slickness oozing from her. I found her clitoris and with a few circles of my thumb and the penetration of my fingers, Nikki arched her back and called out, "Oh, it's done!" and she collapsed onto the bed, breathing so hard. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. "Nikki, for your first time you were so hot! I can't wait for a fucking encore when you 'really' know what you're about," I said laughing softly. "Honey, with you I just seem to know what to do." ooooo I had smelled her fragrance before I opened my eyes. The clock said we had slept almost 6 hours. She was on her back with her large tits exposed in the warm air of the room. On my side and uptight against her, I was aware of my limp penis resting on her right leg. Carefully I moved away a bit and then back so my head was directly over her right breast. She was warm, vulnerable, her dark hair spread on the pillow, her breathing slow and measured. I gently flicked my tongue on her nipple while fixing my eyes on her face. The little peak began to grow upward and started to swell as it turned a deep pink from the onrush of blood into the pebbled tissue. Still dozing, she began to smile and sigh, dreaming the images of pleasure somewhere and somehow. "Hello, my dear one, dear Nikki," I whispered, not wanting to wake her but so emotionally attached to this sweet child that I had to speak to her. She rolled toward me and her eyes became slits, then half way, then fully open. When she saw me, she smiled, reached up with her left arm and pulled me to her mouth. The sweetest, most delicate kiss slowly drifted into something more intense. Tongue play became more, a frenzied probing; then it became fierce as her erotic threshold was surpassed. My cock started to quicken and stiffen across her thigh. She knew it, felt it and reached for it. I tried to roll her on top of me, but she resisted, sat up and dropped her mouth to my glans of love. 'He is so handsome,' Nikki thought. My eyelids were still a bit heavy from sleep as I kissed him and felt his cock. I wanted to reward him, I owed him so much. This man of my dreams who far surpasses anything I imagined. Wilson, my man lover, I want to take you to the pinnacle of release. I sucked him into my mouth. He tasted of manhood, of his sperm and precum. I knew I had him at my mercy as he gasped and said my name. He was mine for the next few moments and no earthly tremor could release him. His clear fluid was almost flowing, like a mini-cum fountain though certainly infertile. It was his cum I was after. I wanted to taste, swirl it in my mouth and swallow. I wanted his seed in me in every way possible. Nicole and Her Businessman Pt. 02 "Fuck, Nikki, Oh fuck, sweetheart...," he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, the gooey, white jism from deep in his testicles slipped down my gullet. I was thrilled I could do him like this. "Nikki, where did you learn this? You can't have been a virgin until last night," he groaned, slipping down from his cum high. "I learned from you dear, yesterday morning. Your body is a compass I can feel the way it points me. I do what seems right to make you happy." "Nikki, you didn't cum last night when we fucked. What did I do wrong? Am I too old or just not skilled enough to bring you there?" I looked into his eyes, "Wilson, it's nothing you did. Making me cum with your fingers was so sweet. I don't have to orgasm when you mate to me. I am your vessel, lover, just use me." I slipped between her legs and the passion now had me. Soft and tender must wait. I attacked her cunt with my mouth, my lips, my tongue, my fingers, even my nose. She was twisting beneath me and throwing her hips; her fingers locked behind my head to hold me firmly up against her. The scent of her vagina and privates flooded my nostrils, directly exciting my erection again. She climbs toward her orgasm quickly; I hold her there and then back off. I do it again; she cries and begs, she wants to cum so badly, I back off again. I edge her until she is cursing me and crazily throwing her arms about on the bed. Quickly I pulled back from her, come forward on my knees and grabbed my cock at the base, pushing it into Nikki as far as it would go. She grunted, made little 'uh, uh, uh,' sounds as I pounded her. My passion was beyond me; I was at full lust pouring my energy into drilling her deeply. I felt she was going to cum. She is so good, her cunt is alive. Nerves and blood vessels are at overload stage when it happens. "Eiyee... God dammit! Wilson you fucker..." She raked her nails across my ass again and again, and I pounded her harder. "Cumming. Cum...!" "Oh, Nikki!" I unloaded deep inside her. I shot so much into her that on the last few strokes it was seeping heavily around her cunt lips and I could feel it on my scrotum. We collapsed in a sweaty mound of shivering flesh, her legs clamped as tightly to me as they could be. Her warmth heated my cock. I had washed her birth canal with my semen mixed, with her lady juices. She kept cumming; one rolling spasm after another shoots through her. Her flexing cunt muscles held me firmly. "That was unbelievable," I moan. "I never felt anything like it before." "I love you, Wilson." "Nikki, I want you forever." ooooo I had to go home and get clean things and enough other clothing to last at least two days. Wilson told me he wanted me to go to New York with him. I was excited beyond belief. He loaned me his robe and walked me down the back stairs to the employee locker room. I hurriedly dressed in street clothes, kissed him goodbye and left by the back door of the hotel. I went home to my apartment. When I arrived, I called my mother and talked with her briefly with no mention of my attack last night. I hoped she heard no facts about it. It never came up. She was a little surprised I would be gone for a few days and asked, "Nicole, aren't you saving your vacation to come with me and your father to visit your cousins this summer?" "Yes, Mother. It's a 'training trip' for the hotel," I lied. "Where will you be?" I had to think fast and again I lied, "At the main office in Chicago. It's a big chance for me." "Okay, but please call me, you hear?" "Yes, Mother." After I had hung up, I felt irritation at the control she still held over me. I would be twenty-one years old in three months, and she still held me as tightly as if I was twelve years old. Any feelings of guilt about lying to her were quickly dissolved. I walked into the front door of the hotel, and Wilson was sitting in a chair near the front desk. He got up and came to me. He kissed me hard for a moment and then said, "Let's go see Mr. Grady, shall we?" "Why is he here, Wilson? I've never met him. What is this all about?" He took me gently by the arm, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and smiled. "C'mon, sweet cheeks, and don't worry." We walked down the hall to the administrative offices and entered. Several staff people were at work. When we came in, they nodded and smiled. A tall, gray-haired lady very nicely dressed came up to us and said, "Good morning, Mr. Herbert. It's so nice to meet you, Sir. Mr. Grady told me you'd be here. Miss Amorino, is it? I'm so sorry about your ordeal last night. Are you okay, child?" She said this with a genuine look of concern on her face. "Yes, ma'am, I'm a little stiff from being bounced about but otherwise fine." "Mr. Grady, Chief Adams, and another gentleman are in the conference room. Please follow me." I was baffled. What could all this be about? Why is the police chief here? My God, did I do something wrong? Do they think I was some common whore working the hotel and got caught? My stomach tightened, my legs seemed numb, and I held onto Wilson all the more. "Good morning, Sir," said the three men in unison. "Good morning." "Mr. Herbert, this is Chief Adams." Wilson replied, "Thank you for being here Chief. Mr. Grady, nice to see you again. Hello, George, how's the family?" All the men in turn replied with greetings and handshakes. "I'd like all of you to meet my fiancee, Miss Amorino. She is also the young lady who was assaulted." Each man bowed slightly, smiled and greeted me. Now I was confused. What is Wilson's role here? "Gentlemen," said, Wilson, "Last night's incident must never happen in one of our hotels again, is that clear, Grady?" Mr. Grady nodded and answered, "It won't. A new security firm has been hired effective Monday. There will be CCTV cameras installed to monitor the halls." "Chief," said Wilson, "have you and George conferred on how to deal with our friend from last night? I assume the complaint will be pursued expeditiously, and all arrangements for depositions to be done via teleconferencing are made so we can testify remotely." "Mr. Herbert, rest assured, there will be no hitch. The city values your investment here greatly and looks forward to working with you. Do not concern yourself further. " responded the Chief. "George, all buttoned up?" "Yes, Wilson, don't worry further. I have known Chief Adams for many years, and he is a pleasure to deal with. The case will be successfully prosecuted." Wilson stood up, helped me to my feet and thanked them for meeting on short notice and asked 'George,' whoever he was, to come with us. Outside in the hallway, Wilson turned to me and said, "Honey, this is George Rafferty, our longtime counsel in this area. He will be your contact whenever you have any questions about this case. Since we will be leaving today, he needs to spend a little time with you going over the incident." "Wilson, why are they all here besides the assault? Mr. Grady sounded like you were his boss?" "I am, Nikki. I bought this hotel last year. One of my business holdings is a set of medium size resort hotels in key areas. This one fit and the bonus was you worked here," he said, smiling at me. "George is our local counsel and an old college friend." "Oh, I don't know what to say, Wilson," I stammered. "Where are we going to in New York? "To my apartment for two days and then we'll decide what to do next." I looked at him and saw only trust and love in his eyes. Even though, I felt nervous and fearful of the unknown, it was what I wanted, my prince had come. Now what?