9 comments/ 47182 views/ 3 favorites Company Conference Ch. 01 By: Kapricorn71 © 2010 Roger and I met at a company convention a few years ago. We spoke and had general company conversations a couple of times after that. He works in the Nashville office, and is two managerial levels ahead of me. At this meeting, we are put into a focus group together, and I see him looking at me from time to time – because I am looking at him. Roger is 48, and I am 34. Roger is white, I'm Black. Roger is 6', 205 pounds, sandy brown hair and brown eyes. I am 5'8", 36C-26-40, with shoulder-length hair and light brown eyes. Roger is already in the hotel fitness facility when I arrive at 6:30 in the morning. I didn't know how long he had been there, but he had worked up a nice sweat. He is doing chin-ups. I find a spot and stretch, then take off my fleece sweatsuit and get on the treadmill. I have on a sportsbra and jogging shorts. I smile a little when I see him look. About a mile into my run he comes over and speaks to me. We have a short conversation about being the only ones at the meeting to be up working out, then he leaves. A couple of hours later, I see him again at breakfast. He's sitting with his friends and I'm sitting with mine. On the way to the meeting rooms, he compliments me on my business suit. "Thank you, but I'd much rather have on what I did earlier," I smiled. "If I could, I would workout all day." "I've never met a woman who fantasized about working out," he grinned. "I didn't say it was my fantasy, just that I'd love to do it," I laughed. "Why don't we do it together tomorrow morning then. I'll call you when I'm on my way down." I gave him my room number, and only saw him in passing the rest of the day. About 10 that night, he sees me at the bar with some of my friends. He comes over and comments about the empty calories I'm going to have to burn off in the morning. I let him know that this glass of wine is my one and only for the night. "So who is that?" one of them asks with a smirk when he left. "Roger, from the Nashville office." "We don't care where he's from; we just want to know where he's going." I shake my head, "To his room, it looks like to me." "Don't play dumb, girl." I laugh, "Y'all know that I am happily married, and am not even thinking about messing that up. We saw each other working out this morning, and are going to workout together tomorrow." I see their expression, then stress, "In the fitness room!" I put the issue to rest with my friends, but truth-be-told I did feel a sexual stir when I saw him working out. There's just something about a man with the right amount of sweat covering his body. I brought my favorite vibrator to bed with me. Laying nude in the cool sheets, I tease my nipples until they are hard and my pussy is moist. I move one hand to my clit to get my juices flowing, then replace my fingers with the tip of the vibrator. I slowly increase the speed to maximum, bringing myself to an extended orgasm. I could easily go for more, but I need some strength for the morning. I am up and ready by the time Roger calls my room. I have on my sweatsuit while we stretched, until we were ready for the treadmills. When I take the sweatshirt off, he tries to discreetly check out my chest. I let him have his look before we start running. There's not much conversation until we stop and move to other pieces of equipment. I like when he touched me as he shows me how to alternate my grips to isolate different muscles, and I make sure to touch him whenever possible too. Before doing bench presses, he asks if I would mind if he took off his shirt. I try not to sound too eager in my answer. While he is on that, I get on the incline press. He finishes his sets before me, and stands in front of me drinking water as I finish. I don't dare look to see if he was looking at my open legs, because I would lose my grip on the bar if he is. I just concentrate on finishing my set. He is spotting me on the pull-down machine, his hands on my sides, when he says, "So, about these fantasies of yours." I keep going in my set, "What about them?" "Do they ever involve you dancing?" "I love to dance." "Onstage?" I feel him looking over my shoulder. "Ballet?" He laughs, "No, not ballet." I finish my set, but stay on the seat, "Classical?" He shakes he head. "Can I tell you something that will sound corny?" "Go ahead." "I'm known for brutally honest, and don't hide very much." "That approach to life can get you very far." "You were in my dream last night." "Oh?" He looks around as if he is making sure no one was coming. "My friends and I were at a club, a gentleman's club, and you came out on stage." I raised my eyebrows, "How was I?" "Magnificent," he whispers. "Your body was one with the music. The crowd loved you." "Did you tip me?" He laughs, "I left the club broke!" "You're sweet; I don't know that a crowd would respond like that to me, or that I'd even have the nerve to do it." "You have the body for it." I smile, "You're too kind." "Well, it was just a dream, right?" I can't wait to get to my room and into my shower. I lather my body, and then touch myself in all the places I wish he had. I squeeze my breasts, pull my nipples, and aim the showerhead right at my clit until I had a wonderful orgasm. We look at each other and smile whenever we see each other the rest of the day. I pass by his table at dinner on my way to eat with my girls, and he grabs my hand. "Same time tomorrow?" "I didn't slow you down?" "Not at all! Workouts are better when you have a partner." I smile, "Call me in the morning then." My girls see the exchange, and ask me again what is going on between us. They don't believe that we are just working out together. They spend most of the dinner trying to warn me of the dangers of white men. "Are you saying he's racist?" I prepare to defend Roger. "No; just probably kinky as hell!" I burst out laughing. "I'm serious!" "White men go absolutely wild with Black pussy." "Are you talking from experience?" "I plea the fifth," she zips her lips. Roger calls the next morning, and we are even more comfortable with each other this time. Our conversation turns to who is sleeping with whom in our offices. When I get on the incline press he stands in front of me again. "Not doing benches today?" "I'm distracted," he grins. I laugh. "By?" "Are you kidding?" "I didn't think men like you got distracted." "Men like me only get distracted by the most beautiful things." I rest my hands across the bar, "And what do men like you do to get un-distracted?" He walks over and places his hand on my knees, and drags it up as he comes closer, "Well, I don't know about other men, but I invite that beauty to my room for a shower before everybody else wakes up." His hand moves up my thigh, and stops at my pussy, "Will that beauty accept?" My heart is beating so fast I wonder if he can feel it. I question if I should for a minute, then push any question out of my mind. I move his hand, and gather my clothes. "She accepts." We walk to the elevators as casually as possible. It is early, but anybody could be up. The elevator stops at the second-to-top floor, and he looks down the hallway before waving me to follow him. He opens his door, and keeps watch as I go in. "Why do I feel like a teenager again," I laugh as I kick off my shoes. "I don't know, but I hope it is this easy getting you back out." "Oh, I didn't think about that." "Well, let's not think about it now." He takes my hand and walks into the bathroom. He turns the warm water on in the shower, and pushes me against the counter to kiss me deeply. I like the flash of assertiveness, and wrap my arms around his necks to return the kiss. He takes a step closer, pressing his erection into me. I moan in his mouth when I feel it. His kiss becomes more assertive as his hands roam over my body, then stop at my sports bra. His thumbs slide underneath, and stop. I keep my mouth on his, and raise my arms over my head. He lifts the bra off, and steps back. "Damn!" I fold my arms, "You don't like sweaty breasts?" He pulls my arms away, "Don't you dare cover them titties up!" Roger lets a hand go, and softly touches my breast. He thumb flicks across my nipple, "Damn, you have magnificent tits." "That's a vulgar term." He brings his other hand to my other breast, "So? You gonna turn prudish on me now?" I shake my head. He looks at me and gives my nipples a slight pinch," Do you really have a problem with vulgar right now?" I draw in a breath. "No," I exhale. "Let me hear you say it then." He asks when I don't answer, "What am I rubbing?" "My titties," I moan. "Good." He looks back down, "Such rich brown skin, capped with even darker nipples. Just beautiful." He lightly twists them as he leans in to kiss again, then slides his mouth and hands down in one motion. He licks my tits and nipples as his hands slide into my shorts. His fingers search for a second waistband, but don't fine one. "Oh you are far from a prude," he pulls my shorts down past my knees in one motion. I feel them fall past my calves, and step out of them and my socks as we continue to make out hungrily. Roger stands back up to kiss me, pressing his clothed body against my bare one. I find his dick with my pelvis, and hump it. He holds me real tight for a second, kissing me hard and deep again, very passionately, pushing his tongue deep in my eager wet mouth, then steps back again. He starts to pull off his shorts, and I stop him. I pull them to the floor as I squat. His rock-hard dick pops out. I let the tip slide up my body until it gets to my mouth. I let the tip slide in my mouth. "Suck it," he groans. I kiss it, and ask what he said. "Suck it like you know you want to," he grabs my hair and turns my head up. "Make me feel how much you want this dick." His words make my pussy flinch. I open my mouth and engulf his dick, taking the tip to the back of my throat. Roger moans loudly as I he grabs the sides of my face and fucks my mouth, a little deep and a little hard. I grab and squeeze his ass to keep balance as he grips my hair tighter. You like being handled like this?" I nod my head on his dick. "Do you get it all the time?" I shake my head. "Oh, that's too bad." I slide my mouth off his dick, "My husband and I make good love." "But there are times you want to be fucked." I just look up at him. He pushes his dick back in, "There are times you want to be a slut." I groan as my pussy flinches again. "Maybe you should request a transfer to Nashville so I can mouthfuck you regularly?" I groan again and make my mouth tighter around his dick. "That'd be so hot, wouldn't it?" He reaches one hand down to pull my nipple, "Making love to your husband, then getting fucked by me. Would that satisfy you?" I slide my mouth off with a smile, "Maybe." "Oh wow," he laughs. His hand tightens even more in my hair, and he increases his pace. I reach down to rub my clit, not expecting to be as wet as I am. My pussy is literally soaked. As he keeps fucking my mouth, I rub my clit. "Where did your hand go? Are you rubbing?" I nod. "Spank it, so I can hear it." I give my clit a slap, and wince at the sensation. "I didn't say to just do it once, did I? Keep going!" I spank my clit four times, pausing to let the thrill die down between each one. "Faster!" I do it again, with shorter pauses, getting to the edge of an orgasm. "Faster and harder!" I groan, then do what he says, bringing on an orgasm. "Yes! Cum for me, and don't let go of my dick!" He grips my head with both hands and holds my mouth on his shaft as he cums inside my mouth and throat. It fills my cheeks, then a little spills out the corners. Roger pulls his dick out and rubs it all over what has spilled out the sides to push it back into my mouth. I look up at him and suck it off. "Swallow." I shake my head. He tightens his grip and hardens his stare, "Swallow." I let his cum slide down my throat. "You are one hot sexy slut!" he fucks my mouth slower. I catch my breath, "You brought it out of me." He pulls off his shirt, and grabs my hand, "Let's get in the shower. He turns me around in the water, then rubs the soap in his hands and leans down. He runs my hands up and down my legs to my knees, cleaning them completely. I smile looking down at him cleaning me. Roger moves his hands up higher between my knees and stomach, running his hands all over every inch of my skin. His soapy fingers lingering over my pussy and ass. I get a little too wrapped up in the moment, and say, "I love seeing your white hands on me," before I can stop myself. "Is that so?" "I'm sorry; that sounded horrible." He washes slowly between my legs, sliding his fingers over my asshole and pussy. One finger from each hand starts playing with each hole; probing and rubbing. "Sounds fine to me." He plays with each hole at the same time, pushing his middle fingers in at the same time. I put my foot on the side of the tub to give him better access. Without removing his fingers, he leans up to lick my nipple. He makes circles around it as he fingers each hole faster. "Ohhhhhh shit!" He pushes his ring fingers into each hole as I start moaning and calling his name. "Yeah, call it!" Roger sucks my nipple harder, making my body tremble. My pussy has no problem with his fingers, but it takes a few minutes for my ass to loosen up. Once I relax enough, I bend my knees and hump his fingers. "Cum for me!" He pushes a third finger into my pussy. "OHHHHHHH!" All of his fingers are going in and out in rhythm with the other, and he's sucking harder on my nipple. Tension builds up inside me until I lose control of my body. Roger supports me as my orgasm takes over; my screams bouncing off the walls. He keeps his fingers in me even through the aftershocks, then slides them out. "You all right?" I summon enough strength to open my eyes, "I am all right." He smiles then lathers his hands to clean my upper body. I lean against the wall and let his hands glide over my abs, back, shoulders and chest. He caringly washes off the soap, then wraps his arms around me. We kiss deeply some more, then he grabs a towel to dry me off. With just 30 minutes before the first session, I hurry to my room and change. I grab a yogurt and sneak into the back of the room. Roger arrives 10 minutes later, and I try not to let my girlfriends see me react. Our morning encounter is all I can think about in the meetings. At lunch, I scribble a quick note on piece of paper. When I saw him at a common session later that day, I handed him a note asking if I could come to his room after dinner, and if he had a webcam on his laptop. At the end of the session he hands me a note saying it would be his pleasure for me to visit him, and that he has a cam. Company Conference Ch. 02 © 2010 At 11:30 I knock on Roger's door. He's in casual attire, and I'm in my sweatsuit. He invites me to make myself comfortable. I go to his honor bar, and pour myself a glass of wine. I am ready for this conference to be over tomorrow, but I sure am going to miss you." "We have a great reason to look forward to the next one now, right?" "You must think I was joking about that transfer." "You'd better be," I laugh. "My fantasy is not too unlike the dream you had, and I think I want you to help me with it." It takes him a second to connect what I'm talking about, "I'll do what I can." "I have fantasies of being seen, but I don't want my identity on blast, you know what I mean?" "I think so." "That's why I couldn't do a club." "Understandable." "But one of the things that I liked about your dream was your friends being there with you, watching me." "They all loved you." "Do you think they would for real?" "Watch you?" "Yeah." "How could they not?" I took a breath, "Are they online?" Roger sits down and sits at the desk and logs on to his instant messenger. He sends a message out that he has something to show them that they will not believe, and then we adjust the webcam so that nothing above my neck is showing when I sit down. Five messages boxes pop-up. Roger says these are his poker buddies. I ask if I can type to them, and let them know that I have a fantasy of being exposed that Roger is going to help me with. None of them believe that I am not Roger pulling their leg. When the cam is turned on, they see Roger at first. I take off my sweatsuit; I have on a white wifebeater and boyshorts underneath. I then go and sit on his lap -- and they go nuts. As Roger's hands rubbed my legs. I let them know that they can take requests, within reason, but for the most part I wanted them to enjoy the show Roger was going to give them. With that, Roger got up so I could sit in the chair. He stood behind me rubbing my shoulders, causing my breathing to get heavier with anticipation. Each of my audience members makes a comment about the way my chest is heaving, exciting me all the more -- my hard nipples straining against the cotton of the tank top. Roger asks how I am doing, then he takes the glass of he was drinking from off the desk. I think he is taking a drink, but I see him hold the glass over my shoulder and pour some onto my breasts. The cool sensation gives me a chill, causing my nipples to draw tight, and the liquid immediately soaks the area around my nipples. My audience loves that! Roger rubs my shoulders a little longer, as the calls for my shirt to come off get stronger. Roger is laughing at their eagerness, and I tell them how much he is enjoying their torture. "Are you ready?" I smile, "Pour more water on my top." He laughs, "You're bad." Roger takes the glass of water and asks me lean my head back. He kisses it, and licks it with his tongue. "Ohhh yesss!" Roger begins to pour the water right next to his tongue. The water begins to slowly trickle down my neck. My tank top begins to soak it up, and clings. He moves the glass lower and pours water right over my right breast. My tank is transparent at this point. I look at the screen, and the guys are clued to their screens. Roger then moves the glass over to my left breast, and soaks it too. "He's gonna fucking kills us!" one guy types Roger and I both laugh. He puts the glass down and runs his hands from my neck, across my shoulders, down to grab my breasts. He cups and gently squeezes them, only to perk my nipples up higher -- and harder. He moves his hands down to the bottom of my tank and starts lifting. I watch as my breasts come into full view on the screen. The messages start flying in. I raise my arms for Roger to left my tank off, then answer the most frequent question -- 36C. They also ask how I am feeling, sitting there topless, and I try to describe how being on display for them is making me feel. "I love having his hands on me, and having your eyes on me. It's very exciting." "Is your pussy wet?" "Oh yes," I respond. "Let us see." I look over my shoulder to Roger, and then covey his message of, "Later." He keeps feeling my breasts; I lean my head back at how good it feels. Roger takes that as an invitation to kiss my neck. I jump at first, but then reach up to pull him closer. As he kisses, he grips my breasts tight. "Squeeze it, baby," I say through the kiss. Roger broke the kiss, and kneels behind the chair. With a hand on each breast, he rubbed and squeezed them intensely. I try to type more responses, but it is hard to concentrate enough to respond quickly. His grip is turning me more on. He sees the smile on my face, "You like that, huh?" "Yesssssss." Roger gently rubs on my nipples; brushing over them to see how perky they are. Each time, they spring back. All the guys smile at the sight. Roger turns the chair to the side, and angles the camera so they can see him suck my nipples. The guys cannot believe what they are seeing. I try to read all the messages, but give up when the feeling gets too good. I lean back, and let his lips and tongue please my nipples. He moves back and forth, not leaving one unattended for long. Every once in a while he tugs on one, but mostly he licks and sucks me to the edge of an orgasm. Roger starts talking as he licks, "All of them, right now, are sitting on the edge of their seats watching you. All of them with erections, and their hands in their pants -- if they have on pants. They are all gently rubbing themselves as they see your lovely, wet, topless body. I laugh a little at him saying they didn't have pants on. "What's funny?" "Do men really sit at the computer without pants on?" "When looking at someone like you they do." I laugh again. He turns to the laptop and tells the guys to show me how sexy I am. All of them lower their cams to show erection. I'm shocked that none of them have pants on, and are all very erect. "That's for me?" "All for you," Roger goes back to my nipples. I look at the guys stroking as Roger sucks me over the edge of that orgasm. I smash his head into my chest as my body has a series of small convulsions. When I calm down, I notice the guys still stroking. There are requests to see my pussy; demands and pleads, actually. Roger stands in front of the camera, and I remove my boyshorts and position myself so that my legs are over the sides of the chair. He lowers the camera, and steps aside. The guys see me rubbing my pussy. Roger kneels behind the chair to play with my nipples and nibble my ear -- increasing my sensations. For a few minutes I run my hand back and forth along my pussy, letting my palm graze my clit. I slip my two middle fingers inside, then slide them around my clit. I do it two more times, then give into the requests to spread my lips. I know this isn't the proper thing for a Black, married, business woman to do, but all the attention is making me feel so good right now. Roger's strong hands all over my body, and the eyes of these strangers enjoying me, just feel so damn good -- and I go with it. I put my hands between my legs, and open my pussy. One guy closes his eyes and shakes. Another one licks his cam. Another types, "Roger, you'd better fuck the hell out of that beautiful pussy!" And the last one adds, "Pump it a few times for me!" I laugh, but turn my attention back to rubbing. I hold my lips open and rub my clit with just my index fingertip. "It's a shame you didn't bring a toy with you," he breathes in my ear while taking a big squeeze of my titties. "Guess that means there'll have to be a next time," I press my titties into his hands. "Put your fingers in her, Roger!" one guy demands. Roger types back that he's enjoying my titties too much, and goes back to squeezing them. I increase the intensity on my pussy, working two fingers in and our between my lips. I close my eyes and just let my body enjoy, until I feel Rogers hand leave my titty. He slides it down my stomach, and moves my hand from my pussy. He starts rubbing my clit with one intention. "It's time for you to cum so I can fuck you." His hand moves feverishly over my clit, and I lean my head back. When my orgasm hits, I make the chair rock. Roger pulls me off the chair. We stand up and face the cam, with him behind me kissing and licking on my neck. "I love your taste," he wraps his arms around me, pressing his body to mine. I groan at the impression of his dick at my ass. "You are so fucking soft, it's incredible," he pull my nipples, "but hard in just the right places." I keep my eyes on the screen, but my body responds to Roger's every manipulation. I move my feet to keep my balance as he rubs, pulls, and caresses. "How much longer you gonna make me wait for that dick?" I moan. He laughs, "No longer." He drops his pants, and sweeps off his underwear. He positions me sideways so my face is not in the frame of the cam when he bends me over. "I have never felt a pussy this silky in my life!" he says entering me. I move the chair in front of me to hold myself up on, and spread my legs a little wider, "Give it to me!" Roger runs his hands over my ass, moaning, "I just love you lovely, full, sexy, luscious, curvy hips." He fucks me at a steady pace, smacking my ass and grabbing my swinging titty once in a while. After my second small orgasm subsides, I put my knee into the seat of the chair, giving Roger a little deeper access. He grabs my hips and increases his pace, and I move my hips back against him. "Yes baby, yes!" he starts fucking even faster. I lower my head to shift the angle of his dick, "Damn, you feel good!" "Put both feet on the chair for me!" he slows down a little. Without letting him slide out, I squat in the chair with my ass sticking out. "Perfect!" he speeds back up. "Ohh fuck!" I scream at the new sensation. He moves his hands from my hips to my shoulders, and grunts as he thursts into me. "Why does your pussy feel this good?" I hear his question, but can't even begin to formulate an answer. "Black silk," he thrust harder, making me grunt. "Your pussy is Black silk," he suddenly slows down. "My dick looks so good going in and out of it." "I want to see it," I say between moans. Roger strokes my pussy a few more times, then slides out. I gather my strength and turn to sit in the seat. When I see his dick, I'm amazed at how wet it is. "Yes, that's all you," he says when he sees me staring. I look up at him, then lean forward and take it in my mouth in one motion. I'm not sure why; I've never done it before. But in that moment, I just really want to taste. "Oh fuck!" he grabs my head I pucker my lips around the base of his dick, then slide him out to the tip. His body shakes when I give his tip a lick, so I repeat the process. "You do that one more time, and you're gonna get a face full of cum." I laugh, and do it again. Roger snatches his dick from my mouth, and pushes my shoulders back in the chair. He drops to one knee, and opens my legs. He pushes into my pussy, and goes as deep as he can in one stroke. I scream out, grabbing his shoulders. As he pumps, I look down to see the contrast. "Ohhh damn!" "Beautiful, huh?" I bite my lip and nod my head. "I'm cumming." I feel his dick swelling, "Yessss." He pumps faster and shorter, until he pulls his dick out and shoots all over my stomach and chest. I immediately rub my clit until I cum too. Roger rests on me; his drained balls just about my clit. I stroke his back as we both calm down. "That was so hot." "Are you okay," he leans up. "Yes." "Your pussy really is incredible." "Stop saying that," I blush. He laughs, "It's true, Silky." "You will not start calling me that." "Let's ask our audience." I totally forgot we were being watched. He computer screen was full of messages. We positioned the chair so that roger could sit behind me as we read all the comments. He played with my nipples and clit the whole time, continuing to give the guys a show. We were just about done reading, when I noticed Roger's dick inching up my back. One by one, the guys signed off -- profusely thanking me for the show. "You know I can't be seen coming out of here in the morning." "I know," he squeezes my tits. "If you know, you'd better tell your dick that." I raise up until I feel his tip at my pussy, then slide down. "Don't wanna leave, huh?" I'm feeling so good, I didn't mind saying what came to mind, "I never leave a hard dick behind." He groans, "How's about a hard dick in your behind?" I work my pussy up and down on his dick a few times, "Maybe next time." "Yeah, next time, Silky." I felt a charge when he said that, and took his dick deeper. "Damn, you don't want me to last too long, do you?" "No, I gotta get some sleep," I leaned over, and slowly bounced my pussy on his dick. He smacked my ass, and left his hand in the spot a few seconds before smacking it again. Every few strokes his smacks get harder, and I feel his dick swelling again. My intention is to get off his dick again, but he starts to hit my g-spot, and I quickly change my mind. Roger groans so loud, it almost scares me. I just know the people on the other side of the wall heard him. When my orgasm subsides, I stand up to slide his dick out. I go to his bathroom to pee and wash my pussy off. Roger stands in the doorway and we talk about wild and fun the experience was. After I'm dressed, we give each other a big hug. "See you next conference."