17 comments/ 101562 views/ 20 favorites The Business Trip Ch. 01 By: Gary_Alexander 1 The business dinner was exhausting; but at the end of it, Bob and Miri were sure they'd made the sale -- and if they brought home a contract to install the 3 million dollar software package, they'd both be looking at huge bonuses, and the trip the two couples had been planning for years would finally happen. Bob and Miri were neighbors. He'd recommended her to his supervisor a few years ago, she'd started as his assistant, and she'd quickly worked her way up to his level. Since they worked so well together, they'd been chosen to fly out together to make the presentation. They both called home during the taxi ride back to the hotel, to tell their spouses, Becky and Mark, the good news. They were going to be out here one more night after this one, so Miri suggested to Mark that he offer to fix dinner for Becky (Mark was handy in the kitchen; Becky, notoriously not). "Wanna stop at the hotel bar for a drink when we get back?" Bob asked. "Unwind a bit?" "The drink sounds great, but the bar doesn't. Let's raid the mini-bar in my room. We're on an expense account, and we deserve it." "It's a deal." They got upstairs, and Miri used her electronic key to let them in. "I can't wait to get out of this," she said, unzipping the back of her dress and pulling it over her head. "Miri!" Bob shouted, seeing his neighbor wearing only shoes, stocking and thong panties. "Oh my fucking god!" She screamed, grabbing the dress and pulling it to her chest. "I wasn't thinking. Oh god, I'm used to being in hotels with Mark, and I just-- this is so embarrassing." "It's okay," Bob said, "I really didn't see anything." Which was a well-meaning lie, because he'd gotten a good look at right breast, and even now as her back was to him, he had an unobstructed view of most of her ass. She ran into the bathroom. "Do you want me to go?" he asked. When she came out, she was wearing a fluffy white hotel robe. "No," she said, "the harm's already done. And now I really need that drink, maybe two, and I hate to drink alone." He took off his suit jacket and laid it across the arm of the couch. He noticed her watching him. "What," he said, "you're waiting for me to strip naked too?" "Don't tease me. I'm still mortified. And let's not mention this amusing anecdote to Mark and Becky, okay?" "It's a deal." She handed him a beer, while she opened a wine cooler for herself. "So..." she said. "Did I look okay at least?" He smiled. "You can strip naked for me any time." "Maybe you should have kept going after you took off your jack-- okay, wait, this is getting a bit weird." "You're right," Bob said. "Too long a day, too many drinks." "Yeah." 2 Bob went back to his his room, got undressed, and crawled into bed. A few minutes later, without really intending to, he began jerking off, thinking about his neighbor and co-worker, and wondering how she'd have reacted if he'd walked over to her and untied her bathrobe. 3 There was a 400-pound elephant in the room when Bob and Miri met for breakfast the next morning. Well, less a 400-pound elephant, exactly, than Miri's right breast, and Bob's memory of having seen it the night before. As well as most of her ass. For Miri's part, she'd been on one hand mortified but on the other hand a little excited about Bob seeing her last night. She rarely masturbated, but she did last night. Still, it felt awkward: she had to work with Bob, today and in the future, and now she could see him glancing at the front of her cream-colored blouse, probably wondering whether she was wearing a bra underneath (she was, and in hindsight should have been last night). "Okay, listen," she said, "what happened last night, happened. We just have to move past it." "You're right," Bob said. "And yet you're still staring at my tits." "Sorry. I know I'm being a pig." "And it's oddly flattering. But we work together, and you're married to my best friend." He frowned a little, and she could tell he thought she was reprimanding him. That certainly wouldn't help their personal and business relationships either. She put both hands on one of his, leaned forward and said "The truth is, I was tempted myself." And then in a near-whisper: "And who knows... if the four of us manage to take that Aruba trip next spring, and it's okay with Becky, maybe we'll all go to one of the topless beaches." 4 Things stayed a bit awkward between Bob and Miri for the rest of the day -- a sexual tension had suddenly been added to their relationship, after all -- but they got through it and continued their presentations to various department heads. Meanwhile, Mark had left work a couple of hours early to prepare dinner for Becky. He was fixing a seafood risotto, a dish he was particularly proud of, but which he never got to cook at home because of Miri's seafood allergy. Becky let herself in at 7, wearing heels and the sort of dress you'd wear to a fancy dinner out. "Don't you look nice," Mark commented as he continued to stir the risotto. "You got a late date afterward?" "I just figured if I'm getting treated to a classy dinner, I should dress the part." Mark looked down at his own jeans and polo shirt. "Maybe I should go change, then. I feel under-dressed." "No need. You know what they say, there's nothing sexier than a man in the kitchen." "Oh, so I'm sexy now?" Becky made a show of giving him the once-over. "Oh, you have your moments." Mark smiled, and told Becky to help herself to some wine while he continued to stir. He'd bought two bottles of white this afternoon: one for cooking, and one for drinking. After a few more minutes, he poured himself a glass and joined her on the couch, while the risotto "sat" for a while. They discussed how odd it seemed to be at home without their spouses the past couple of nights, and how if this all worked out, and it led to bonuses, maybe they'd all get to go on that Aruba trip they'd been talking about for the last few years. "Bob better get an extra-large bonus," Becky said. "I'm going to need all new clothing." "Oh?" "Come on.. nightclubs? The beaches? I don't want to look dowdy next to all those young girls." "I doubt you could ever look dowdy," Mark said. "Oh, you're sweet. But really, the bathing suit I wore last summer when we took the trip to the lake? I know it's the best Wal-Mart had to offer, but still..." "You looked great in it. What are you doing, fishing for compliments?" "No, really." "Well, you'd look great in anything. Or nothing." "You've seen me wearing nothing?" she teased. "What? No, I mean, uh, that's just an expression." "I know. I'm just teasing. But you know... Miri and I were talking about it, whether we'd have the nerve to go to one of the topless beaches in Aruba. You might get to see me wearing pretty close to nothing." "Well, that's intriguing," Mark said. "Why, thank you. And Mark... are you sneaking little peeks down my dress?" "Um..." "So you're telling me I can't trust you not to stare at my tits if I'm topless in Aruba?" "Honestly? No." She smiled. "I'll tell you a secret: women only wear dresses like this if we want men to try to peek. It's all harmless, of course: you see the slightest hint of cleavage, a lot less than you'd see at the beach." "Especially in Aruba," Bob added. "Well, that's another matter." "A guy could probably see a lot more than a hint of cleavage in that dress if you leaned over some." "Bob! You certainly get randy when you've been without your wife for a couple of days." He shrugged. She leaned toward him, allowing the top of her dress to blouse out. "Well, you're going to have to behave." He could see the inner halves of each breast now, almost to the nipples, and could confirm what he'd suspected, that she wasn't wearing a bra. "I will," he said, sliding his finger under the neckline of the dress, just over her left breast, pulling it away from her body just enough to see the nipple. "That's naughty," she said softly. "I'll see it in Aruba anyway," he said. "That's true" She thought for a moment and then said "Oh hell, I wasn't planning to go this far, but do you want to see me now?" "Are you kidding me?" She stood up, and pulled her dress over her head. Since she'd already taken off her sandals, she had nothing on but a pair of panties. "Just don't ever tell Bob or Miri." "Obviously," Mark said, taking in the sight. "Hey, what did you mean 'go this far'?" "I know you've been trying to catch looks at my tits since we met. Even Miri's noticed it, and mentioned it to me. She thinks it's funny. Not that they're anything special." "They're beautiful." "Thanks, but they're really not. You're just you. But I don't mind. So I came over here in that dress," she said, gesturing at the article of clothing discarded on the arm of the couch, "to tease you a little." "I'm glad you did," Mark said. "Can I touch them?" "You really shouldn't." "We really shouldn't be doing any of this." "True," she said, moving a step closer. He put his hands on her breasts, and stroked them softly. She moaned softly, then brought her mouth near his ear and said. "We can't fuck. I mean that." "Okay," he said, moving his mouth to one breast. When she didn't protest, he flicked the nipple with his tongue, then began sucking. "Nobody else has touched me there since I met B-- oh god, if you keep that up, you're going to make me cum." "Good," he said, without removing his mouth from her sensitive breast. He moved both hands to her ass, and pulled her body against his. "I want to feel you cum. Cum for me." "I will. I'm going to cum for you. Oh..." He snaked his right hand down and around, until his middle finger reached her pussy, covered only by a thin layer of wet panty. He began stroking her hard, while still suckling. "Oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck, don't stop, just like that, oh fuck... cumming, cumming... eeeeeeee!" Before she'd even fully come down from her orgasm, she dropped down to the couch, and started undoing Mark's belt and pants zipper. "Before we realize we shouldn't be doing this," she said, grabbing the waist of his pants and pulling down his pants and underwear in one motion. His cock was rock-hard, and she thrust it into her mouth and began sucking frantically. Mark's knees began to buckle. He wanted this to last, but he knew it wasn't going to. -- so he decided he'd better just enjoy it. Within two minutes he was cumming, the first time he'd ever cum in anybody's mouth but Miri's. Becky kept sucking, and he kept cumming, Finally, despite her best effort to swallow it all, she began to cough, letting his cock fall out of her mouth, dripping his cum all over her chest. One small gob fell onto her panties. "Maybe you'd better take those off so we can clean them, before that stains." "Funny. Besides, these panties are the only thing keeping us from fucking." "Would that be so terrible?" Bob asked. "I told you, that's where I draw the line. Anyway," she said, flicking his spent cock gently with her fingers, "I don't think you'll be 'up' to it for a while yet." "Guess you're right," Mark said. They got re-dressed, warmed up the neglected risotto, and ate dinner. When they were done, they sat together and had another glass of wine, then Becky helped Mark wash the dishes. Afterward, he said "Stay here tonight." He could see she was tempted. "Come on," he said, "neither of us really wants to sleep alone again." "No fucking," she said. "Fine." They went to the bedroom. He stripped naked -- which is how he always slept and she'd certainly seen his cock already -- and although she normally slept naked as well, she kept her panties on. And reminded him once again, no fucking. At 2am they both woke up. The panties came off, and there was fucking. 5 Bob and Miri's dinner was far less interesting. They were with clients again, the heads of yet another department (it seemed as if every last employee of this company had to approve the project; but at least they were getting to eat at expensive restaurants at somebody else's expense), and Miri was wearing a very conservative pants suit. And he'd bet his life there was a bra under there, since this wardrobe choice was clearly her way of telling him not to get any more ideas. "Do you want to hit the hotel bar before we go upstairs?" he asked as they got out of the cab. "I think I need more alcohol right now than is good for me." "What's wrong?" "Just stress." "Because of last night?" "What? No, no, not that. The meeting with Horton this afternoon. My back's one big knot. If I thought we'd have to work with him again, swear to God, I'd quit this project, bonus or not." "I don't think the bar's the answer. We have that early meeting tomorrow before our flight home, and the last thing you need is to be hung over. Come upstairs, and I'll give you a back-rub. I'm pretty good at it." "That would be great. Thanks." "As long as you remember this means only one of us takes off our shirt, and this time it's not me." He grinned. "Got it." She wasn't kidding about her back-rubs, he thought, minutes after he took off his jacket, tie and shirt and lay down on the room's king-sized bed. All the tension is gone, I feel so relaxed, I could... could...d...d... Well, if I have to have a man fall asleep in bed before I'm through with him, Miri thought, I guess this is the best-case scenario. She realized it would be counter-productive to wake him: he was exhausted, relaxed, and would probably sleep the night. As quietly as she could, she opened her travel bag and pulled out a nightgown, then started undressing. Naked, she almost giggled out loud as she thought If you wake up now, Bob, you can see what you've wanted to see all day! She pulled on the nightgown, carefully lifted the sheets on the side of the bed furthest from Bob, and crawled inside. She hoped Bob realized that she wasn't being stand-offish because she wasn't attracted to him. Just the thought of sleeping in the same bed with him was making her damp. But he was married, she was married, and the two couples were so close... if they got caught fooling around, the consequences would be too awful. Of course, they were alone here: how would they get caught? Still. People make mistakes. People think they're fooling everybody, but it always comes out in the end. It took her a while to fall asleep: she felt frustrated, and she was dying to bring her hand to her wet pussy, but couldn't risk shaking the bed. 6 Mark woke up slowly, spooning the woman in bed with him. At first he was surprised she was naked, since Miri always wore nightgowns, and then he was even more surprised when he remembered this was Becky. His hand was resting on her breast, and his cock was wedged between her legs. As he became more aware of his surroundings, and began holding her breast more firmly, his cock began to harden, and he thrust it against the opening of her pussy. She was awake by now, and began thrusting back, and his cock slipped inside her warm wetness. They fucked slowly, lazily, and after she'd had two or three small orgasms, he came, and left his cock inside of her until it finally softened enough to slip out on its own. 7 When Bob woke up, it took him a moment to remember why he was lying on top of the bedsheets, still wearing his suit pants. Miri was standing by the other wide of the bed, apparently having just woken up herself. "Well, hello there," he said, looking at her nightgown. Miri looked down: she hadn't realized how sheer the nightgown was: her nipples were poking through, you could see the color of her areolae, and even her bush was clearly visible. She tried covering herself, but that felt silly. "Stop looking at me," she said. "Not a chance." "You perv," she said -- but she knew he could see the slight smile on her face. She went over to her garment bag, and pulled on a pair of panties under her nightgown. Then, making sure her back was to him, she pulled off her nightgown -- she wasn't worried about him seeing her bare back and the back of her panties at this point -- and put on a bra. Then, no longer concerned about what she was showing, she walked to the closet, chose a dress from a hanger, and put it on. "You might as well make yourself useful," she told him, offering her back so he could zip her up. "We have the meeting in half an hour," she continued, "so you better go back to your room and change. And shit, I was supposed to call Mark last night. It's two hours later back home, he must be at work by now. Were you supposed to call Becky?" "Yeah." "Better do that when you get to your room. Now get out of here, I have to make my call and do my girl-stuff." He left the room, and she took her phone out of her purse and speed-dialed Mark. 8 Mark looked over at the nightstand clock. He was plenty late for work -- but he'd be happy to call in sick today, if Becky was. For now, though, as long as she was okay just lying here with him, he wasn't going to bring up the subject one way or the other. Who knows when they'll have this chance again? And then his phone rang. 9 Mark told Miri he'd made risotto for Becky, which she agreed was a great idea, since he loved it and Miri couldn't eat it. Miri told him yesterday's meetings had gone well, and it looked like they'd get the job. And then she heard a phone ring in the background, apparently very close to Mark. Was that Becky's ring-tone?? The Business Trip Ch. 02 I’d met the old man twice before. During the first meeting, he’d tried to convince me to act as an import agent for his wine. Since the wine had the bouquet of a dead fish and might well have had a use as a solvent, I told him the American market wasn’t ready for it. The second meeting had gone better and ended with me no longer having to call him by his lengthy Vietnamese name. I was permitted to use his title, General, or his nickname, “sir.” I have no idea if he ever was a general, but his staff seemed to show deference to him. ...Or was that fear? The third meeting came about because my company had products to produce. Vietnam’s Workman’s Compensation costs were the same as employer health insurance contributions--zip. Their salary structure, even after bribes and kickbacks, cut manufacturing costs in half. The General had factory space. He had people. He was, according to him, our man. Several things made this meeting unique. My previous meetings with the General were on his turf--Hanoi–but this one was on neutral ground, Bangkok. Also, the General’s entourage on those occasions had consisted of several men who had traded in their Palms and laptops for 9mm automatics. In Bangkok, the General brought his daughter and no one else. Is she was his bodyguard, she’d left her pistols, knives and grenades back in Hanoi. The dresses she wore were so tight a body search for weapons would have been fun, but the lack of hiding places made it unnecessary. The Bangkok meeting was a change for me as well. Before, I’d always negotiated one-on-one with the General. This time, I was accompanied by my company’s Human Resources Director, Mel Zimmerman. I like to work alone and wasn’t happy about that. The General, however, was delighted. He must have been a porno movie director in his spare time, because he spent most of our meetings panning in on her crotch. Mel–Melissa–noted this and played it for all it was worth. She’s small in height only, and spent a lot of time arching her back and stretching, putting her assets on the table, so to speak. And what assets they are! Large tits and the most magnificent ass I’ve ever seen. The flat belly and legs belied how she got that ass. She’d spent many hours in the gym working for it. In most settings, Mel would have no competition. She would be hands down the most gorgeous piece of ass in the room. In the first meeting, however, I found myself comparing her and the General’s daughter. Both women were about five feet, Mel with black, pixie cut hair. The Vietnamese woman’s was long. Both were gorgeous. If I were a tit man, Mel’s C cups would have won the day, but I’m not. I’m an ass man, and they were both well rounded, muscular and just begging to be ridden. Besides, I was just guessing where the General’s daughter’s breasts was concerned. The only thing I could go on was experience. A few hours before the meeting, my dick had been buried between Mel’s tits as she tried to convince me large tits were a good thing. I couldn’t see the General’s daughter providing the same service, even if it were a possibility. It wasn’t. Every time I began contemplating getting the daughter into bed, my mind turned to thoughts of the General’s normal group of jolly fellows--with their guns, knives and brass knuckles–and my hard-on would wilt. That was the only time it was permitted to wilt. When we weren’t meeting with the General and his daughter, Mel made sure I was up and ready. She had a myriad of tricks to do that. Sometimes she would shove her tongue up my ass–hard. Other times, she’d gently try to force her tongue inside the tip of my dick. When she wasn’t doing that, she’d be flicking her tongue up and down my shaft, or sucking my balls into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them. She’d do all of this in between sessions of deep throating me, licking the base of my cock while it was buried down to her larynx. That, above all, amazed me. I’m not overly large, but very few women have been able to deep throat me. Mel made it seem easy. Of course all of this took place in our hotel room, not the meetings. We’d decided, after she’d fucked my brains out on the flight from San Francisco, we’d save the company money and share a suite. In the long run, we didn’t save a dime. Since the restaurant wouldn’t let us eat naked, we spend a lot of company money on room service. Room Service was Mel’s specialty. She serviced me in the bed. She serviced me on the floor. She serviced me on the couch and balcony. She serviced me in the shower. And her “service” was special. Those hours in the gym had been spent strengthening all of her muscles. Once I was buried in her pussy, she gripped me like a vice and started moving her cunt muscles in a rhythm that would put a milking machine to shame... and she didn’t quit until she had her quota of cum. Sometimes that required a double shot. It didn’t take long. She’d lay out flat on her belly and I’d fuck her from behind. Once the base of my dick hit that magnificent ass and she squeezed, it was all I could do to hold back. Not that a quick ejaculation never bothered her. While I was fucking her from behind, she was fucking her self from the front, playing with her large clit. What sent her off to paradise was the pulsing of a dick cumming inside her. That would get her screaming and bucking, which made me cum all the more. That in turn would launch her into a larger orgasm, which would get me going, bringing on stronger orgasms. The only thing that ended it was when one or both of us were close to passing out. Not bad for a woman who had everyone at the home headquarters convinced she liked girls, not men. Mel may have been bi, and I looked forward to having her meet my wife to investigate that, but a Lesbian? Not hardly. **** “You like a shaved pussy?” I raised my head to watch Mel raising and lowering herself on my dick. When I was buried in her, my pubic hair became hers, so I got an idea what she would look like. Well, sort of. My pubic hair is brown. Hers would be black. “I prefer a trimmed bush, but it’s better to eat you without one.” I grinned. “I don’t have to pick pubies from between my teeth.” She laughed. “I can’t think of a better reason to keep shaving it then. ...Does your wife shave?” “Has to. Some of the bikinis she wears are pretty skimpy.” “That’s right. She’s a model.” Mel stopped moving and commenced milking with her vaginal muscles. “Still, with her being a blond, I’d think it wouldn’t show that much.” She laughed. “With me, I have to wax or it looks like I have a five o’clock shadow.” I tried to laugh, but it’s hard when all that cum was making the journey from my balls to Mel’s cunt. “Uh huh.” “Think I should fuck him?” I groaned, having trouble following the conversation. “Who?” “The General.” She squeezed my dick harder and began fingering her clit. “Shit, I don’t know why I dress for the meetings. He has me mentally stripped naked before the coffee arrives.” Mel rose up and slammed down against my groin--hard--groaning as she did. “This a turn on for you? Thinking about fucking an old communist?” Her eyes rolled up into her head. “Sort of. ...Well, no. What’s turning me on right now is your dick. C’mon. Give mama Mel what she wants.” I was happy to oblige. The pressure of holding back was killing me. I arched my back and began pumping my load into her. Her wriggling and twisting increased as she felt the warm cum fill her pussy and I had to grab hold of her hips. I groaned and shot the last of my load. She screamed. Then Mel rolled off and spun around, putting my dick in her warm mouth. As she vacuumed up the excess, she twisted further around to put her cunt in my face. Mel wanted to be cleaned as well. I obliged, though I have never been fond of eating my own cum. I licked and she dribbled out the milky substance mixed with her own cum juice. Her copious fluids killed the taste of my cum, and I swallowed it easily. Mel spun me around and began soaping my back. “So, do you think I should fuck him? Or maybe you just want to fuck the daughter.” She laughed. “You’re such a slut.” “Fucking a potential client’s daughter isn’t my negotiating style, but she may become the client. One romp with you, and we might be burying the old man with his ancestors.” She laughed. “Smiling, no doubt.” “No doubt.” I was beginning to worry about my own health. My balls were working overtime to keep Mel happy, and I was a long way past puberty. It was starting to hurt. “How do you know he’s capable? Maybe he can look but can’t touch.” “Not according to his daughter.” “Huh?” “On one of our trips to the ladies’ room. She asked me if I were married. I said I wasn’t. Then she asked me if I was screwing you. I said I was.” “You did what?” “Then she says her father would really like to get to know me better.” “He has his daughter out procuring someone to haul his ashes?” “She’s not his daughter, or if she is, they are closer than they should be.” “How do you know that?” I switched and began washing Mel’s back, watching the shower water cascade through the crack in her ass. “God I love that ass.” “So you’ve said.” She smiled. “The reason I don’t think she’s a daughter is because I joked with her that I’ve never slept with an oriental man. I’d always heard they weren’t very large. She says the General has a very large dick. How would a daughter know that unless that dick has been buried in her?” “Good point. Maybe they believe the family that lays together, stays together.” “Could be, but I doubt it. The woman is French Vietnamese.” I agreed. If the French had done nothing else during their occupation of Indochina, they had produced some exquisitely beautiful women. They seemed to pick up the best of both worlds’ traits and were dark haired, delicate-featured and magnificent. “Maybe her mother is French Vietnamese.” “No. The General showed me a picture of his wife. Short. Dumpy. Looks like she’d be right as home in a rice field. Mud hen ugly.” “So the daughter is...?” “I would guess the polite name would be ‘mistress,’ though we don’t know if that’s true. She could just be an escort he rented for the trip.” She laughed. “And if he’s able to handle an eighteen-year old libido, I won’t kill him.” I watched her turn and get down on her knees. My cock disappeared in her mouth while she soaped and washed my balls. “I don’t know about that. I’m half his age and having trouble keeping up with you.” She laughed. “Bitch, bitch, bitch.” Happy that she’d started the process, she stood, turned and ground her ass into my groin to finish it. Not that I didn’t participate. At her height, she’d been grinding her ass into my thighs if I hadn’t bent my knees.“So you’re sure she’s not his daughter?” Mel grinned. “Let’s find out.” I casually noticed she had me stiff again and was starting to work me into her cunt. “How would we do that?” “I tell the old boy I’ll fuck him, but only if you and the girl watch. I’ll say it’s a turn on of mine, and the only way I can get off is with others watching.” “And?” “If she’s really his daughter, he’ll balk. No man wants his daughter watching him fuck, and especially when he’s screwing a woman who’s not her mother. I don’t care if Vietnam is Communist. Wives are the same all over, and if said daughter told Mom where his dick has been, the General’s life, as he knows it, will be over.” “My wife would be cool with it.” “I know. You’ve told me about your ‘arrangement.’ I’ll have to check that out when we get home.” I thought about being sandwiched in bed between my tall, slim, blond wife–with her exquisite tits--and Mel with her magnificent ass. I came. “Wow. Where did that come from?” Mel rubbed her clit furiously. “I wasn’t ready yet.” I dropped to my knees to help, sucking her clit into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I felt her start to buck. Then she ground her bald pussy into my face, screaming. I stood. “Sorry. The thought of you, Gretchen and me in bed together was too much.” I laughed. “Even if it will give me a complex. My wife is much better at eating pussy than I am.” Mel smiled. “I can’t wait.” **** Mel had discarded her usual attire, a business suit, and opted for and oriental-style dress. I whistled. The slit up the side went almost to the hip. Very practical, I thought, since without the slit I’d have to find something to wheel her around. She’d be unable to move. What really caught my eye was the dress had been modified from the usual high collar design. The high collar was there, and buttoned, but there was a broad expanse of material missing, exposing an ample amount of bosom. That led me to another discovery. As tight as the dress fit, I should have seen bra and panty lines. “I see you’re ready for the Bangkok heat.” “Huh?” “No underwear.” She smiled. “Yup, stripped and ready for action. I don’t want to hold the old boy up if he decides he wants to play.” “In that outfit? The decision will be whether to do it on the spot or go somewhere else.” “Here?” She swept her hand around the suite. “If you have a hang up about using our bed, I can suggest somewhere else.” I laughed. “No hangups. The bed. The floor. The couch. Whatever get you going and blows your skirt up.” She walked over and planted a large kiss on me, fondling my crotch as she did. “You get me going.” I stepped back and held up my watch. “Later, wench. We have to leave right now if we’re going to get to the meeting on time.” She hiked up the dress and waggled her bare ass in my direction. “Sure?” I swatted it lightly. “No, I’m not sure, but we’d better go anyway.” The walk to the conference room required us to traverse the lobby. All eyes were on Melissa. I watched a bellhop dump a load of suitcases out of his cart. A guest at the desk dropped his pen. The bell captain, in a rush to lead our way and open the conference room door for Melissa, ran over two prim and proper British matrons, knocking them on their ample asses. He never paused. The General’s reaction was predictable. He rose from his chair to greet us, but no words came out of his mouth. Maybe he was too busy to speak. I noticed he appeared to be erecting a tent in his pants. I also noticed Mel made a point of staring at the construction project, a fact that didn’t escape him as he sat down without a word. “Good morning, General.” Mel smiled brightly and put her portfolio on the table. “I think we’ve come up with an alternative position that will satisfy all of us.” I laughed inwardly. I knew what was going through the General’s mind and the only alternative positions he was contemplating were described in the Kama Sutra. I smiled at the daughter and bid her a good morning. It was a wasted effort because the daughter was dividing her stares between Mel’s cleavage and the General’s crotch. “General, why don’t I trade places with your daughter?” Mel’s voice gushed and dripped sex. “That way I can sit next to you. It would be easier for me to highlight the changes we made.” The General--still unable to speak--fairly shoved his daughter out of her chair. He did manage a smile as he pointed tp the empty chair, nodding. I watched Mel walk around the table and take her seat, hiking up her dress as she did. I continued to stare as she slid the chair closer to the General, opened her portfolio and began to discuss the papers. Then I noted the daughter hadn’t moved. She was standing behind the General, seemingly transfixed with the two crotches. I smiled, slid back the chair next to me and offered it to her. When the General said something in Vietnamese to her, the woman nodded and walked slowly to the proffered chair. She took her seat and stared across the table at Mel and the General. “Are you enjoying Bangkok?” She looked at me and nodded. “Perhaps after we’re done here, you and your father could go to Chang Mai. It’s quite beautiful this time of year. You can float the river and look at the birds. It’s spectacular.” She wasn’t having any of it. Instead of answering, she turned to stare across the table, straining to listen to the conversation. It’s good she ignored me because if she hadn’t, she would have missed the General signing the contract. I was shocked. I expected the General to object to some of the provisions we’d left in the contract, and I was ready to argue the points with him. Instead, he just signed without saying a word. The only explanation was Melissa’s right hand. Her left hand was turning pages on the table, pointing for places for him to sign or initial, but her other hand was out of sight. Judging from the look on the General’s face, I could only assume she was helping with the tent construction project. Mel closed the portfolio and zipped it. “Well, that’s that. Let me drop this off at the desk, so they can put it in the safe, then why don’t we go to our suite for a little celebration?” She grinned at the General. “Unless, of course, you’d like to go elsewhere. The guidebook says there are many ‘gentlemen’s clubs’ in Bangkok.” She smiled at me. “I’ve heard of one where they women dance in glass cages, each with a number. You can select the one that fancies you.” I choked. I’d been to the place on another trip, but I’d never mentioned it to Mel. I wondered how she knew about it, but decided she’d probably done some in depth research on Bangkok before we left. She’d certainly researched me and my less than stellar reputation for fidelity to my wife. “I’ve heard of such a place.” The General cleared his throat. “I can imagine no women more beautiful or appealing than you, Ms. Zimmerman “Please. Melissa... or Mel.” The General laughed. “Only in America would they call a beautiful woman by a man’s name.” He turned to his daughter and spoke Vietnamese. When he saw her nod, he turned back. “We would be happy to accept your invitation Ms. Zim... Mel.” I got everyone arranged and watered. Mel and the General took the sofa. He was Scotch neat, and she was a vodka gimlet... with ice. The daughter sat in an easy chair across the round coffee table from the couch. She was white wine. I sat in the chair next to her, drinking a Beefeater Martini that had only enough Beefeaters in it to give it an aroma. The rest was water. I had decided that if someone needed to be sober, and it was me. Besides, I knew about the forthcoming show, and I wanted to enjoy it. Mel lost no time and was soon engaging the General in a passionate lip lock. Her hand strayed to his crotch, and when she felt him stop her, she pulled away. “A problem?” “Is there someplace private we could go?” “There is.” She gave him a wicked smile. “But it’s not as much fun for me. I prefer to be watched. It’s really exciting for me and heightens my passion. ...But I understand if you cannot do that... I mean with your daughter in the room.” I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw the young woman glaring. When I looked back at the General, I saw an equally forceful stare. The two of them were communicating without words. Apparently he won, because I watched him twist in his seat and shove a meaty hand between Mel’s legs. Mel responded by lifting her hips and sliding the dress up to her waist. Then she let the General know his fingers weren’t sufficient. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled his head into her lap. I was amazed that a woman that small had such strength, but I didn’t contemplate it for very long. I was more interested in watching the daughter. I saw she was squirming in the chair while staring at the couple on the couch. What I didn’t know was why she was squirming. Was she uncomfortable, or was she getting turned on? I wanted to find out, but if Mel was mistaken and this really was the General’s daughter, that was a different ball game. My thoughts went back to his bodyguards I’d met on previous occasions. The Business Trip Ch. 02 I wake up and try to open my eyes. Where am I? Nothing looks familiar. Wait!! Yes I am at Jim and Elaine's place. MMmm Elaine I close my eyes and I see you standing there in that burgundy silk teddy with black lace. It made your legs look so stunning and her hair laying on her shoulders as you start to bend over me. Did it really happen were you really there? I lift my fingers to my nose Mmm, your perfume was so captivating mixed with the musky smell of sex. I go to roll on my side to look at the clock and my notice my morning erection is even harder than normal. I wonder why LOL. Oh No it is 9:30 I forgot all about the time change. I stop to listen is I cannot hear any movement. They must have left without waking me. I get up and gather my shaving kit and head for the bathroom. I jump in the shower just when I finish my hair I start to wash the rest of me when I hear your voice. "Morning Bob, did you have a good sleep?" "Yes! thanks very much " I bet I forgot to close the door I think to myself "I will lay some towels on the toilet here for you. Jim wanted me to let you sleep in and he will arrange everything so you can go in later." "Wow thanks I think I needed the extra sleep." "Would you like some Coffee, Tea or Me with your breakfast?" Just as you asks the question OR ME I was soaping my stiff cock in the shower and it almost exploded right there and than. "Oh Um I would love you but can I have coffee on the side?" "No problem." I hear the door close I finish in the bathroom and wrap my towel around my waist and head to my room. Just as I got into the hallway I hear your voice. "Cream and sugar." I look down the hallway and see you standing there with a very short cotton housecoat. "Both, I will be right there once I change" "Bob Breakfast is ready, eat while it is hot and wear what you have on now." I sit in the kitchen on the end of the table and you sit across the corner from me. You are sitting sideways to me so I have a great view of your legs. I eat my toast and eggs while you sip your coffee as we make small talk. When I am finished you clear the table and as you put the dishes in the washer your housecoat rides up onto your back and I have the most beautiful view of your ass. You seem to take a long time before standing up straight and coming back to me. My cock is lifting the towel off my lap. You stand next to the table and look at me and ask. "Am I beautiful? I mean really?" "Elaine you are the sexiest lady I have ever met. You are so sensual, attractive, and you body is to die for." "You really think so?" as you open your housecoat to reveal nothing on underneath "Jim tells me all the time I am but he has to tell me that." Your hands start to glide up and down your stomach. "Elaine, You make me so horny it is hard to describe. Jim is telling the truth about you." Your fingers start to caress your pubic area " Did you like the sloppy seconds as you fingered me last night?" "Mmm oh yes your pussy is amazing. I bet I could eat your pussy all day long." "Mmm" You moan in a low sultry voice. "Do you like to eat pussy? Jim doesn't like to, something about how it feels to his tongue." "If you where up on this table right now I would love to eat your pussy." I look at you with lust in my eyes and my mouth imagining what you would taste like. As you look into my eyes "Bob I did have a shower this morning, will you really eat me?" you sit on the corner of the table. I reach out and place my hands on your hips and pull you closer " You don't have to ask me twice, you better get up here and lay down on the table." As you slip up on the table I start to caress your legs. They are so smooth and satiny. You lay down and your housecoat falls to the side. You part your legs and I can tell you are wet. I start to caress closer to your sweet pussy I kiss your calves as my hands explore. My finger finds your wet pussy and slips inside. You moan and I just hold still as you grind on my finger. I pull it out and bring it to my mouth and taste your sweet nectar. "Elaine your pussy nectar is so sweet Mmmmm." I move my head in between your thighs. My thick hair caresses your inner thighs, as I get closer to your pussy. My hands move up to caress your sides. Your pussy smells unbelievable. I kiss your pussy lips. I start to slip my tongue into your pussy but only the tip and explore your pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. Just as I get close to your clit my hands move to cup your breasts. My thumbs and fingers start to play with your very stiff nipples as my tongue touches your clit. I flatten my tongue and push it on top of your clit. You squirm into my tongue as I pinch your nipples. You start to buck my tongue as I start to explore again. I bring my hands down near your pussy and my mouth. I wet my thumbs and pointer fingers. I reach up again and as I start to get your nipples wet and slippery as I start to slip my tongue deeper into your delicious almost addictive tasting pussy. I start to move my tongue in and out and play with your nipples with my wet fingers in rhythm. You start to buck my face and moan loudly your hand grabs my hair and you begin to pull and push my face into your pussy. I reach for your other hand and pull it close so you can rub your clit as I continue to eat the most amazing pussy. You are so wet my beard is soaked. As you start to get your rhythm rubbing your clit I match it with my tongue and fingers on your wet nipples. My fingers slip back and forth as I cup your breasts. I begin to suck on your swollen pussy lips as my tongue slips in and out. Faster and slower, deeper and harder. I hear you moaning and whispering, "fuck I am so close" "fucking eat me, EAT me!" Your thighs start to get tight around my head you lift yourself off of the table as you grind you pussy into my face. I can barely breath as you pull my head into you, almost as if you want my head inside you. Your thighs are so tight I cannot move. "MmmmmMMMmmmmm Bob MMMMMMMmmm that was just" you let me loose and I look into your eyes " I have never cum like that." I smile " It was all my pleasure" You sit up on the table and caress my hair and smile at me. The phone rings "damn who is that calling" you get off the table and go to the counter. "Hello" a smile creeps across your face as you hear the answer. I watch as I see you slip your high-heeled dress shoes you left near the counter last night. You look at me and smile as you notice my cock making a tent out of the towel. You continue to talk as you lean against the counter. Your legs look fantastic with high heels on. All of a sudden you flip your housecoat off to the side and you wave with your hand for me to come over. I stand up mesmerized by your legs and ass. When I am close enough you grab my towel and drop it on the floor. You reach for my cock and grab it firmly and start to stroke. I begin to caress your ass. You are making light conversation on the phone the whole time. You pull my cock so that I am now behind you and you spread your legs and pull me close. My cock jumps and gets even stiffer all 8" as it touches your ass cheeks. Your hand drops down between your legs and you guide my cock into your very wet pussy. It slips in nice and easy. I hear you let out a big sigh when I am all the way in. "Oh sorry I am listening to you honey" you continue to talk. I stop dead, is it Jim? What am I doing fucking his wife while they talk on the phone. You push yourself back onto me and move back and forth. Your pussy is so very hot wrapped around my cock. It feels so good I start to move again. I start to go a little faster and a little harder. I grab your hips so I can sink deeper into you. I start to loose control and fuck you like a wild man. When all of a sudden I stop when I hear you say. "Oh Bob can not come to the phone right now." You are bucking my cock. " Well dear he is fucking me right now what else would he be doing" You laugh. I start again as you say " I will let him know Jim" and hang up. I am so close it is driving me crazy as you push against me. I feel like I am trying to ram my cock all the way though you. I scream "Elaine you are so fucking hot" as I explode deep inside you. My legs are all shaky and I am out of breath. I have to sit down. You look at me with cum running down your leg and kneel in front of me and start to clean my cock. Your tongue is driving me crazy. "Elaine was that really Jim?" "MmMM yeah" You shake your head. "What did he say when you told him I was fucking you" I run my fingers through your hair. "He didn't believe me" You take my now shrunken cock into your mouth for one last cleaning. "Elaine you are unreal. I have never had anyone make me this horny." You look up at me and smile as my cock slips out of your mouth. " I better get cleaned up because I need to take you to the golf coarse for your afternoon meeting." I finish getting dressed and head down the hallway when I see you in the sexiest red sundress I have ever seen with the same high heel shoes from a moment ago. My cock stirs from looking at you. "Let's get going I don't want to keep Jim waiting" The Business Trip Ch. 02 The next morning as I was catching up on email, Krista called me at work. She asked how I'd slept and I told her soundly, but that I had been lonely without her. I asked about her night and whether her roommate had any reaction to our activities. Krista assured me that she had and asked if we could take a walk at lunchtime so she could tell me all about it. I thought that sounded fine so we made plans to meet. Krista's office is right across the street from mine and there is a park two blocks away. We met outside at lunchtime and started walking in the direction of the park. I was pleased when she took my hand in hers as we walked. She started telling me what had happened after I'd left. Her roommate, obviously knowing something sexual had happened, had insisted she dish. Her eyes got wide and her mouth fell open as Krista revealed she'd just been fucked in the ass for the first time and she'd loved it. She started at the beginning and gave Katy a very detailed account of her trip to Alamosa. By the time she got to losing her anal cherry just a short time earlier in her bedroom, she had her robe open and was playing with her pussy. Katy wasn't put off by it, though, because she had one hand down her shorts and the other under her shirt. When Katy moaned that she wished it had been her, Krista had asked which one: the one getting fucked in the ass or the one fucking her in the ass? Katy said either one because she was so damn horny. Neither of them had cum yet, so Krista told her not to move and ran to her room for the baby oil. Setting it on the coffee table, she let her robe drop to the floor. She then grabbed Katy's shorts and pulled them off, along with her panties, exposing a reddish-blonde bush and a dripping wet slit. Katy, meanwhile, had pulled her shirt off and was slipping out of her bra. The fact that nothing like this had even been remotely suggested between them before, much less actually happened, didn't slow them down one bit. Krista had Katy get in position on the couch with her ass high in the air. Taking her cue from me, she started by running her tongue up and down between Katy's cheeks and pressing it against her anus. Katy was already moaning out loud when Krista dribbled a little baby oil, letting it run down the crack of her ass. Krista spread the baby oil around, coating her finger at the same time, then gently invaded Katy. Katy was moaning loudly and pushing her ass backward while Krista slowly slid her finger in and out. With her free hand, Krista reached under Katy and found her dripping pussy. She focused her efforts on Katy despite the attention her own pussy needed. She stroked Katy's clit as she continued to move her finger in and out of Katy's ass. After a few minutes, and without stopping her ass probing, Krista was able to reposition herself on her back on the couch with her face just below Katy's pussy. Katy moaned louder as Krista began licking and sucking on her clit. Reaching over her head slightly, Krista was able to find Katy's hardened nipples and stimulate them as well. Krista's own nipples were as hard as little pebbles while her pussy was crying out for some kind of attention. Luckily for Krista, Katy was feeling generous. She pulled away from Krista just long enough to position herself in a 69. She attacked Krista's stubbly slit, lapping up the flowing juices, and licked and sucked her achingly hard clit. Krista immediately returned the favor while also returning her finger to Katy's ass. Katy found Krista's ass still slippery from the baby oil we had used and my cum which had been slowly leaking out, so she slid her own finger into her roommate. The two moaned, cried and whimpered until they both exploded into long, intense orgasms at each other's hands. After recovering and untangling themselves, they sat on the couch making out, playing with each other's tits and talking until Krista finally had to get to bed due to utter exhaustion. Krista continued with her story, picking up just hours ago when she'd awakened feeling somewhat more rested and had hopped in the shower. As she was finishing rinsing the conditioner from her hair, she felt a slight breeze and opened her eyes to find Katy climbing into the shower with her. Krista took a moment to admire Katy's thin, fair-skinned body, her pert tits and reddish-blonde bush before they started making out and feeling each other up. Unfortunately, they were in the same situation she and I had been in when we'd showered together – they had to be careful not to be late for work. Krista washed Katy's hair for her, then they soaped each other up and rinsed each other off. Katy offered to shave the stubble from Krista's pussy, but Krista said she'd already promised to let me do it. Krista said they must have been quite a sight once they'd dried off: naked but for the towels they both wore on their heads, Krista knelt on the floor as Katy leaned back against the sink in the bathroom. Using her fingers and her tongue, she brought Katy to a quick and thoroughly satisfying orgasm before standing and bending over the sink herself. Katy got behind her and gave her a quick rim-job before going to town on her stubbly pussy. Krista came pretty quickly herself and, after a quick kiss, tasting each other's juices mingling together, they went ahead and got ready for work. They shared another quick kiss before they left the apartment, then both headed out on their respective commutes. I was pitching a tent in my Dockers at this point, so it was good that we'd arrived at a pretty remote part of the park. I sat on a park bench that gave a good view in all directions so we'd see if anyone was approaching us. Krista stood before me and I reached up under her long skirt, grasped her panties (after feeling the soaking wet crotch) and yanked them down. As she straddled me and adjusted her skirt, I was freeing my engorged tool from its confines. Krista grasped me and lowered herself down, engulfing my cock in the moist heat of her pussy. She rocked herself gently in my lap so as not to draw too much attention to us as I slid my hands up under her shirt and hefted her big tits. I was raising my hips up to meet her downward movement and playing with her hard nipples simultaneously. Her riding was increasing in pace along with her breathing and the soft moans she was making. I moved my hands down from her tits to her bare ass beneath her skirt. I pulled her down hard on my cock as I raised up to slam into her pussy. I felt my orgasm coming on just before I felt the convulsing within her pussy as she started her own. I followed directly on her heels and started cumming before she'd finished, filling her with my juices. She rested on my lap for a few minutes before we got ourselves together. Looking around, it didn't appear that we'd attracted any attention. I tucked myself away and zipped up as she discreetly pulled her panties back on. As we walked back through the park, she asked me what my plans were for the weekend. I told her I certainly hoped to spend it with her, pointing out that her pussy was in need of a shave if nothing else. She asked if, since she had denied Katy's request to shave her pussy, was it possible that I might be willing to do something for Katy to help her make up for it. Since Katy was cute, had a nice figure and was now a bisexual, I didn't think there was anything I wouldn't be willing to do for her. Then Krista asked if I would mind fucking Katy in the ass for the first time... The Business Trip Ch. 02 After a couple of months I found myself in what was becoming the longest relationship of my life, and I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone about it. "Kate" was a big part of my life now. After discovering her cross dressing secret one night during a business trip we found ourselves continuing to explore our mutual desires outside of the office. At first, nothing seemed outwardly different to anyone else. During the week, and when neither of us was out of town on a trip, everything was the same. Marty was still a district manager, who came and went from branch to branch, never staying long or spending any real time with me or any member of my team. He still went on a seemingly random choice of trips and ran up pretty sizable business expenses. And he still had a reputation for being a party animal. I came and went from work as quietly as before. But on the weekends, we were damned near joined at the hip. And for hours on end, that could be taken literally as well as figuratively. When we first returned from our mutual trip, it had been a little awkward. We didn't see each other for a couple of days, and ended up playing a frustrating game of phone tag. But we finally made plans to meet on a Friday night and see how it would go. Now, at that time we were living about 2 hours apart from each other. I lived in New Jersey, and worked at that branch, only going into the New York offices from time to time, Marty lived north of Manhattan, in a more central location for the branches in his division. So commuting was a huge problem. If Marty was going to come to my place, a quiet neighborhood where we were assured our privacy, then he either brought his dresses and outfits to work and kept them in his car ( a risk he didn't want to take), or he drove for a couple hours to get to his place and back to mine. If I were to go to his place we had more time to play but would be seen regularly by his neighbors and friends and that might raise some eyebrows too. Marty, being so sociable, was a fixture in his apartment complex and unexpected guests apparently dropped by at all hours on the weekends. Since that was not a threat at my house, we decided to lose the extra time to the commuting, and play it safe. We spent the first several weekends going at it like rabbits. Marty would change into Kate in the bedroom, and in minutes all the clothes she had just put on were on the floor. And often so was she. We even had a bit of a routine. It's not that she wasn't superb at giving blowjobs, she was, but at the start of our little encounters I was usually so worked up so quickly that nothing could beat out a chance at fucking her tight little ass. Everywhere we could. Over several weeks we made a point of doing it in every room of my house and her apartment. We were behaving like teenagers and loving it. Every now and then, as a surprise, Marty changed into Kate before coming over to my house making sure she got to take the nice walk up my block from wherever she parked, in the skimpiest outfits she could put together, and call me telling me to watch her sashay up the block from my porch or doorway. If anyone looked out their doors, they may have been a little shocked at some of the costumes, and thought that the quiet guy up the street had taken to hiring prostitutes, brazen ones. We found a lot of different ways to break up the monotony of being weekend quickies. We made occasional trips upstate or out of state altogether, to areas or destinations Kate knew to be accepting of women like herself and couples like us, usually at a bed and breakfast or motels. We would walk around a bit, which gave her the luxury of being dressed all day long, but also leaving us free from worrying about anyone we knew seeing us. Let me say this, we both knew and worked with gay and lesbians in our respective jobs, but at this juncture neither of us was looking forward to outing ourselves at home or at work , so we tended to go out quite a ways to add to our "buffer" zone. It ended up being worth the extra travel time, because we were more relaxed became quite affectionate in public, and neither of us would have been at that time. One night we made it a point of visiting a gay movie house. This was for Kate's sake more than my own. While we talked in bed we often poured out everything we could think of and at one point she mentioned her first time going out as a women. While she had a lot of freedom to dress at home and in college she still had the occasional bump in the road, and going to a movie house had been one of them. It was during college, in a new city and unwilling to tell anyone in her classes or dorms, when she decided to go out in public and start to experiment with people rather than just the occasional online chat or phone call. She had found an ad for a 24 hour movie house not too far from her campus, and one night decided to head there and see if it was anything like she had read about. She entered the cinema, after receiving more than a few leering stares from the men in the front of the house, and sat down in the middle of the aisle near the back of the cinema. She wasn't genuinely there to watch the films, she had heard about the chances of quick and anonymous sex with men in these theatres and wanted to see what was really going on, and if possible maybe have sex herself. At this point she was still a virgin in every sense, men and women alike, and really wanted to hook up with anyone. Instead, she felt uncomfortable being there alone, in the dark, in a fairly empty theatre. She said that every couple of minutes a guy would walk in or out of the theatre, never staying long, and sitting right down next to someone she could only assume they knew and proceeding to either suck them off or vice versa. After the first movie ended, the guys started coming up and sitting next to her, but they were old or fat or both, smelled of something disgusting or just plain disgusting themselves, and she kept turning them down. But as the night went on the guys were more persistent and more intoxicated, and they started to protest her denials. After one fellow practically broke her nose trying to force her down onto his crotch, she got up and ran out crying. She hadn't been back to a movie house since. And even after all these years, years in which she had gotten comfortable enough to visit gay bars, go to parades, albeit out of town parades, and the like, she still didn't feel safe going into a movie house dressed as a female. With that being the case, we decided to go to a movie together and have a little fun in a slightly public setting. I entered the theatre first (pretending we weren't tighter) and sat in the middle of an isle and waited. After a couple of minutes, I could see her enter the theatre and start to get her bearings. We weren't looking to hook up with anyone else, but we were willing to put on a bit of a show. And maybe see one ourselves. When she finally saw where I was sitting she sat down next to me, gave me a little kiss, and said, "Thank you for this." We sat there for a bit and scanned the audience rather than the movie, she would lean over and whisper in my ear letting me know when she saw someone going down on some one else, or when she saw someone watching us. Once we knew we had a small audience we started to make out. As was becoming the case for me, it wasn't long before I was completely aroused by her, and starting to get very excited. I soon had the little blouse she was wearing undone and had my hands running over her small soft mounds. She didn't have large breasts or implants just yet, but the lights from the screen made it clear I had her bra pulled down as I started to suck on her nipples. This drives her a bit wild and always makes her moan more and more as I suck on them. I forgot where we were for a bit until she pulled my head up for a kiss and started to unbuckle my jeans. I looked around and saw more than a handful of guys watching us instead of the movie, and while I couldn't see their hands behind the backs of the chairs it was easy to tell they were touching themselves as they watched. Kate doesn't like to suck on me while my pants are even close to being up, instead she pulls them off or all the way to the floor. When we first got together she wore a lot of wigs and said they kept getting caught on the zipper and either falling off or tugging at her hair underneath. As time went on she grew her own hair out, but still avoided the zipper every time. Nor was she able to convince me to switch to button fly jeans. But on this night she had a long black wig on, so my pants were down around my ankles. She was sitting in her chair with her head bent over into my lap at first, but soon she moved over on her knees on the floor in front of me, at which time I noted the ample leg room between each row, and instantly figured out why that was. She stopped sucking from time to time, instead licking my cock from the base to the head, where she loved to play with her tongue because it drove me wild. She pumped her fist up and down whenever I was outside of her mouth, smiling up at me from the dim lights of the cinema floor. In one quick motion she had her lips down at the base of my penis and started long hard sucking and bobbing. I could only lean back my head as I tensed up before exploding into her mouth. She licked up the few drops that dribbled out of the corner of her mouth before she leaned up into me and planted a deep and sensual kiss on me. We sat together in the one seat of several minutes kissing and fondling before she got up and sat back down in her chair. This was where our little show really started. Even though this wasn't the cinema she had first went to, and the odds were astronomical that anyone here was in the movie house That night, she wanted everyone in the place to know what she was, and what they missed out on.So, after catching my breath it was my turn. Looking around the theatre a bit, I noticed some of the guys had moved closer, and could now see a couple out right masturbating in clear sight of us. I pulled up Kate's little mini skirt and gave anyone who could see a quick view of her fully erect little penis. In private I had in fact started to refer to it as her little clit or as her little girl-cock , but for tonight, she wanted it obvious to all that she was a man with a fully functioning cock of her own. They didn't get a long look at it though because I went down on my knees now and started to suck on it like it was my favorite lollipop in the world. She sat back in her chair to offer as much of a view as she could, and moaned loudly with pleasure. Louder than normal, so part of it was for show. My hand would reach up from time to time and pinch one of her nipples as she pinched and caressed the other. I stopped for a minute, started to pump her up and down with my other hand and knelt up a bit to lick her belly button. Because I knew this drove her wild. Now she wanted this a bit orchestrated so that was her signal that I was rested enough, hard and ready to fuck her now. We had agreed that she would sit on my lap as I plugged her tiny ass hole while giving a nice showing of her cock to anyone who wanted to get closer. Instead I stood up, fully erect myself and with my pants still around my ankles, and pulled her out off her seat. I kissed her passionately before turning her around and pulling her skirt up in the back. She had put some lubricant on prior to coming out tonight, and while it had smeared and dried up a bit from our activities, it was still there as I ran my hand between her smooth cheeks and spread them apart. I backed up a bit to give our audience another quick peak and then plunged my cock into her waiting ass. We were standing up only slightly bent over, in clear view of the entire theatre. Now all eyes were on us. I reached around the front of her shirt and started to stroke her up and down, again now everyone could see her. Heads that were darken by the light coming off the screen in front of us turned around to watch as it stroked her cock in time with mine going in and out of her. She grasped the chair in front of her with both hands as I put more of my weight down on her, grabbing at her small tits with my free hand. As she started to groan and squeal I thrust harder up her ass and tighten my grip as I pumped her cock faster. In no time at all we were both shooting our loads, mine deep into her bowels, and hers onto the seat in front of her. Some of her sperm even hit the seat in the next row. And by now one of the other moviegoers had move into that row to get a world class view of the action. As her spunk hit the back of the chair, he reached over and wiped it up with his finger before putting it in his mouth and licking it off. This drove Kate just a little more and a second smaller load came out of nowhere filling the seat in front of her even more. We stood there catching our breath, watching guys stroking themselves while positively staring at us. Kate stared back for a second or too before she turned around and laid a mind blowing kiss on me. Then she bent down and pulled my pants up, making a show of buckling up my pants and belt, before she smoothed out her own skirt, grabbed me by the hand and lead me out the aisle and up the theatre. At the top of the cinema walkway, she turned around and blew a kiss to every guy there and walked out, me in tow. Now, we don't make a habit of sex in public these days, but after that we certainly don't run away from the idea either. She never asks to go to the movie houses anymore either, so I guess she got it out of her system. I prefer to think she got me further into it though. I will say this as well, at the beginning of this story I said that nothing outwardly seemed out of the ordinary. After this little escapade that would start to change. The Business Trip Ch. 02 By the time our plane landed, text messages were in our cell phones: we'd gotten the account, and Bob and I were headed out west again the following week, this time for a full month, to install the new system and train their people. I hadn't told Bob I knew Mark and Becky had slept together. I also managed not to let on to Mark that I knew. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next. For that matter, I still wasn't 100% certain: after all, I might have been hearing somebody else's phone ring in the background, somebody with the same ring tone as Becky's. At exactly the same time Bob was calling Becky. Okay, I was 99% certain. I envied Bob his ignorance: I'd been so looking forward to enjoying a good, hard fuck tonight, especially after having accidentally exposed myself to Bob the last couple of nights... but knowing what I knew? And for all I knew Mark and Becky had been fucking in my own bed? Not tonight. It was all I could do not to stiffen up when Mark held me. I was almost asleep when he said "Can I ask you a question?" "I guess so." "Promise not to get mad?" "Let's hear the question first." "Okay. Well, when you were in Colorado, did you and Bob... you know..." "Did me and Bob what?" "You know." "I don't know." "Did you... um... have sex?" "Did we what?" "I mean, being alone at the hotel together three nights..." "You think we can't be at the same hotel together for three nights without cheating on our spouses? What the fuck...?" "I'm sorry." "Fucking right you should be." "The thing is... with you and Bob going back there for a full month..." "What about it?" "Well, Becky and I were talking..." I could just imagine when they were doing this talking. And where."Yes?" He hesitated. "Out with it," I said. "Since we're going to be apart for a whole month, you with Mark and me back in town with Becky... well... what would you think about... well, I guess you'd call it swapping." "You mean having sex with our neighbors?" I asked, trying to sound shocked but trying not to overplay it." "Um... It just that I was thinking, we were thinking, they're our best friends, and a month is a pretty long time..." "And what, your dick can't be alone for that long?" "Just forget it, okay?" "You know what," I said, turning my back to him,"I think your dick's going to have to go without for a month and a week." He shut up at that point, probably in part because he didn't want me to get angrier, and in part because he couldn't believe his luck that I hadn't asked whether he and Becky had already done it. 2 When we got to the hotel, Bob was surprised that there was only one room reserved for the two of us. "It's okay," I told him. "We have two queen beds." "I don't get it," he said as we walked into the elevator. "The company wouldn't pay for two rooms?" "It's something I worked out with travel services. See, our bonuses will just barely cover the Aruba trip, but not on any grand style. So I told them we were good friends and we can split a room, and we get to keep half the savings, and the company's travel budget gets to hold onto the other half. Win-win" "I guess that's okay," he said. "But I didn't bring, you know, anything really to sleep in." "Bob, for a good cause like this, I can survive seeing you sleep in your underwear. And as far as you seeing me... well, that ship's already sailed, hasn't it? Listen, we'll give it a try, and we always have the option of going back to having separate rooms. The hotel's never booked solid this time of the year, I checked." "Okay. But why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" "Because it's probably better that Mark and Becky don't know. They might get weird about it. And it's easier for one person to keep a secret than for two." He nodded his head, "You are the devious one." "You have no idea..." 3 I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and such and came out wearing a pretty, though non-revealing, nightgown. When it was Bob's turn, he came out wearing a pair of jockey shorts, and sprinted to his bed and slid under the blanket. No wonder he'd seemed nervous: Mark has work boxer shorts at least for as long as I've known him, so it didn't occur to me that Bob might be wearing the more-revealing tighty-whiteys. I felt a little guilty now for not having told him about the revised plans, so he could pack accordingly. I slept fitfully, wondering whether Mark and Becky were in bed together. And wondering exactly what I was going to do about it. And I was getting aroused. Was it the thought of Mark and Becky fucking? Or the fact that there was a very attractive man in the bed next to mine, wearing nothing but a tight pair of underpants, who would almost certainly come over here and fuck my brains out if I asked him to? My panties were so wet, I had to slip them off. Well, I could have left them on I guess, but I wanted to give my pussy a little touch. Just swipe my finger between my pussy lips for a moment, to feel the wetness. Nothing more than that. I wasn't going to rub myself off or anything: not with Bob in the next bed, even if he was fast asleep. Ohh. I was wetter than I thought. I imagined Bob getting out of bed while I was fast asleep, pulling back my blanket and seeing my wet pussy, because I'd fallen asleep with my panties still off and my nightgown hiked up. He puts a finger-- no, he puts his mouth to my wet pussy and begins to lick. I realized I'd begun stroking my pussy as my mind was wandering. I could hear the faint sound of my finger "slurping" through my pussy juices. I hoped Bob couldn't hear from his bed. Well, he was asleep, anyway. I wasn't sure I could stop now even if I wanted to. I let my finger dig deeper into my pussy, and my thumb brush lightly against my clit. I thought about Bob standing alongside my bed, his cock straining against his briefs. I'd run my finger along the length of his shaft, feeling it grow, and feeling it grow harder. I was finger-fucking myself in earnest by now, my only concession to stealth being keeping everything under the blanket and making sure the blanket wasn't moving enough to make it obvious what I was doing. It still seemed like the sounds of my fingers working their way through my pussy juices were loud enough to be heard a mile away, but I knew that couldn't be the case. I was biting down on my lower lip to keep from moaning. Then I heard a rustling sound coming from Bob's bed, as if something were moving under his blanket. Just for a second or two, then it stopped. Then a few seconds later, there it was again. And then again. It could have been him moving around in his sleep, but then it became slightly more rhythmic. Very slow, easy to miss, but... he was jerking off, in the bed right next to me. He'd probably pushed his underwear down his legs, leaving him naked under the blanket, and he had hand his hand around his cock, stroking it so very slowly. Oh God, I thought, thrusting one finger deep inside my pussy. Did I groan a little? I froze. If nothing else, I knew that Bob was awake. Did he think I'd made that noise in my sleep? Or did he know that I was awake? The room was silent and still for... a minute? Five? I had no idea, and I certainly didn't want to turn to the side to look at the night-stand clock. We were both done for the night, I guessed. And then suddenly, that rustling sound again. And thirty seconds later, another. He was jerking off again. He must think I've fallen back asleep. Or else he's so hard he can't get back to sleep, and he decided to just risk it. I understood the feeling. Slowly, I reached back under my nightgown, still hiked up to my upper thighs, and let my finger sink back into my pussy. Another squeak from the other bed. I wondered how big Bob's erect cock was, and thought about how his hand must be wrapped around it. Each rustle of his bed must mean he was stroking it. My pussy felt even wetter than it was earlier. I was sure Bob couldn't really hear the noises I was making moving my finger through my juices. Rustle. Another stroke. They were coming more frequently now. He was convinced he no longer needed to be quiet about it. I slid a second finger into my pussy. Another stroke. It couldn't be comfortable for him doing this under the blanket. Maybe he'll throw back the blanket, and expose his hard cock. Stroke. There was just enough light for me to see it if he did. I didn't know what I'd do if he did. Stroke I pushed my fingers in and out of my pussy a little faster now. Maybe I'd stop pretending I didn't know what he was doing, and suddenly switch on the light. Stroke Or I'd step over to his bed and take his cock in my mouth. I groaned softly at the thought. Stroke. Did he hear me? Does he know I'm awake? Does he know I know what he's doing? Stroke. Does he know what I'm doing? Stroke. I thrust my fingers harder into my wet pussy, and I knew my bed shook a bit. Stroke. Stroke. I could hear his heavy breathing now. He was close. He was stroking himself furiously now. I threw back my blanket and was finger-fucking myself the way I wished Bob's cock were doing it. I know I must have moaned. Then I heard a gasp and a sigh, and all movement on the other bed stopped, and I knew Bob had cum. I imagined his hot cum spraying all over my breasts and with one final thrust of my fingers, I came too, trying but failing to suppress a moan. My body shook for at least ten seconds before I settled down. Then I drew the blanket back over my body, turned my back to Bob, and, surprisingly, fell quickly asleep. 4 We would never discuss that night, or the fact that we'd heard one another pleasure ourselves and cum. I tell myself to this day that Bob had no idea what I was doing, and presumably Bob chooses to believe the same. 5 I woke up first, half an hour before our wake-up call, and as I was climbing out of bed to use the bathroom I became aware I'd never put my panties back on. This nightgown was a lot more opaque than the one I'd worn the last time I was at this hotel, but it was also a lot shorter, and I wasn't planning to offer up another accidental beaver shot. Bob the other hand... I looked over at his bed, and saw that he'd fallen asleep before putting his underwear back on as well. This was apparent because his blanket was almost entirely off his body, leaving his cock completely exposed. It was flaccid, of course, but still interesting: the first one I'd seen other than Mark's in many years. I bet it would get hard fast enough if I stroked it. Or took it into my mouth and sucked it. That would so hot. Imagine if Bob woke up and found me sucking his cock. Mmmm... I was good, though: I covered the lower half of his body with the blanket, so he wouldn't feel embarrassed when he woke up, gathered up a blouse and skirt and underthings, and went into the bathroom. When I came out again after showering and taking care of my other business, fully dressed, Bob was sitting on the side of his bed, his underwear back on,waiting to take his turn. 6 Our first day working here was a long one. We were separated most of the time, he working on the installation itself and me on the training, but he did enter my thoughts at odd times: I thought about our stealth mutual masturbation session the night before, and seeing him essentially naked this morning. I wondered what would have happened if it had been the other way around, if he'd woken up first and seen me naked with my blankets off (though in fact I'd never taken off my nightgown). Would he have been gentlemanly and covered me up, or would he have taken his time looking at my naked body?Maybe risked a quick touch? I could find out easily enough, if I had the nerve: take off my nightgown and panties in the middle of the night, throw off my blanket, and pretend to be asleep when he woke up. If he touched my breast, would I still pretend to be asleep? He wouldn't dare touch my pussy while I was asleep, would he? Well... I was tempted to touch his cock, wasn't I? Okay, I had to stop thinking these thoughts: I could feel my panties getting damp under my skirt, and it would be embarrassing as hell if somebody could smell my arousal. But the decision was made: tonight, the nightgown comes off. 7 That was the plan, anyway. "Ugh," I said, falling face-first onto my bed sixteen hours later. It turned out to be a long day: we'd had to go back to the office for a bit after dinner, and it was almost 11 when we got back to our room. "I'm a wreck. And I got a lousy night's sleep last night. Hey," I said, before he could respond to that, "remember that backrub I gave you last week?" "Yeah?" "So you owe me one." I raised myself up just enough to unbutton my blouse, slip it off, and toss it onto his bed, then I lay back down. "How about it?" "Never let it be said I don't pay my debts," he said, climbing onto the bed. He began massaging my shoulders, then moved very slowly down to my upper back. The boy had moves. "God," I said, "this feels so good. Oh, yeah... oh, this is better than sex." "Then you must be doing it wrong," he said. He kept going. When he reached my bra strap, he took one side of the clasp in each hand and asked "Is this okay?" "Sure." He unclasped me, leaving my back completely bare (which of course he'd seen before), and the bra cups were still covering my breasts. Which were pressed into the bed, of course, so the bra wasn't really hiding anything. In a quick motion, barely lifting my body from the bed, I pulled the bra out from under me and tossed it onto Bob's bed (or meant to, anyway: it actually landed on the floor between the beds). This was a lot more comfortable -- but of course it also meant I'd crossed a point of no return, because there was no way I could get off the bed now without exposing myself. Bob moved his hands soothingly over the area where my bra had been cutting into my back. It felt so good, so relaxing, that it was a struggle not fall asleep, as he had the week before. He worked his way down to my lower back, until he reached the waistband of my skirt. "Keep going," I said softly. He unzipped my skirt and eased it off my body. He'd seen me from behind in much skimpier panties last week. I jumped a little when I felt his hands on my ass. Well, what had I expected? He pulled his hands away. "Should I stop?" "No," I said dreamily. "It feels good." He massaged my ass cheeks, probably spending more time on them than technically necessary, and then moved to the becks of my legs. I had no idea whether he'd first rub my inner thighs, and how far up my legs he's go if he did, and I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to or not. I'm sure he at least thought about it, and I could feel my panties getting damp just thinking about it. Oh god, I hope he can't see that. When he reached my ankles, he removed his hands and said "Anywhere I missed?" Well, it was now or never. I gave it a few moments thought, and decided "now." "My front," quickly flipping over." "Wow," he said softly. "Are you sure?" "You've been staring at them for the past week and a half," I told him. "Don't let me down now." He nodded. "But first," I added, "you're way overdressed." He got off the bed, quickly stripped down to his jockeys, and climbed back on next to me. He began his massage, once again, at my shoulders, and I had to admire his self-control at how he took his time working his way downward. Of course, the wait was driving me crazy as well. Of course, once he reached my breasts, we'd really have hit the point of no return. And then he was there, the firm shoulder rub suddenly replaced by a soft caress of my breasts. "That's so nice," I whispered. He smiled, and I could see a growing bulge in his jockey shorts. I'd have been happy with him spending more time on my breasts, but he worked his way down to the waistband of my panties pretty quickly. I wondered whether he'd be bold enough to massage my panty-covered pussy, but he did me one better: he hooked his fingers inside he waistband, and began pulling them down. I lifted my ass from the bed enough for him to ease them off my body. I was completely naked in front of my friend, neighbor and co-worker -- and it had been way too long since the last time a man had looked at me the way he was looking at me. "You're overdressed again," I said softly. He almost fell over backward in his rush to pull off his jockeys, and the cock that sprang free was very different from the limp organ I'd seen this morning. I spread my legs, leaving no doubt what I wanted him to do next. There was no point in waiting: we'd already had more an half an hour of foreplay (or a week and a half worth, depending on how you wanted to count). He thrust his hard cock into me. Damn, I did realize how much I'd needed that. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. He was as good at this as he was at giving massages. "Please," I said, "we have a whole month to go slowly. Right now I need you to just fuck the hell out of me." He started pumping faster. "Yeah, oh god yeah, just like that, give me that hard cock." He started fucking me harder, and I heard myself whimpering, it was so good.. "Come on, fuck your neighbor, you're so naughty, oh, don't wait, I'm on the Pill, fill my pussy with your hot cum, make me -- eeeeeee!" I came, bucking under him, and I was moving around so much, I'm surprised he was able to stay inside me. Groaning, making the same noises I'd heard from him last night, he came, filling my pussy with his hot cum. He hugged me after he slid out of me, something I always like post-sex; and then, since I don't like to sleep naked, I put on his button-down shirt and left it unbuttoned halfway down, and he held me until we both fell asleep. 8 We both woke up and the same time -- that can happen when you're spooning -- and without a word spoken between us, I climbed on top of him, hiked up his shirt, and lowered my wet pussy onto his already-hard cock. It was a lovely, slow, not-yet-fully-awake fuck; and when it was finally done, and we looked at the clock, Bob suggested we shower together to save time. I sort of doubted a joint shower would be much of a time-saver, but I was glad to go along with the plan. As he was soaping up my breasts (men showering with women always seem very concerned with the cleanliness of our breasts), he said "Not that I'm complaining, God knows, but you surprised me last night. I thought you didn't want to do... you know... this." "Bob, I always wanted to. I just thought I'd feel guilty about it." "Then what changed?" "I found out Mark and Becky are sleeping together." "You what? They what? Why didn't you tell me? How do you know?" "Last Friday, the morning we went home, when we called them? While I was talking to Mark, I heard Becky's phone in the background. They obviously woke up together Friday morning." Then he said the five words that would haunt me for the rest of the day: "Miri, so did we, remember?" The Business Trip Ch. 02 Mel again showed some strength as she shifted away from the General and went to work on the zipper in his pants. It wasn’t long before she had the General’s pride and joy out of the pants and into her mouth, disproving the tale that oriental men are small. She was able to suck him deeply down her throat, but most women would have had problems with it. With her left hand, she began massaging his balls, causing him to groan. I was mesmerized by what Mel was doing and forgot about the daughter. Forgot, that is, until I felt someone tugging at my zipper. I must have really been distracted because when I looked down, I discovered she had shed her clothes and was squatting before me. I lifted my hips to help and watched her slide my pants and shorts down to my ankles. The daughter’s long black hair covered her face as she began sucking on my cock. As her head moved up and down, I could catch glimpses of her tits, a cute pair with small, erect nipples. When she stood to shift position, I saw her hips were narrow, almost like boy’s hips, and her cunt was covered with a trimmed black bush of hair. I paid little attention. I was riveted on her ass, a cute, muscular one as rounded as Mel’s... almost. Before I could confirm that, she was back down on her knees, sucking me. I reached down and fingered a nipple, feeling it grow even harder to my touch. Then I glanced across the coffee table to catch Mel staring at us, grinning. The daughter continued to work on my dick, and I worked on her tits. Twice I tried to shift positions, giving me more access to her body. Twice she refused to budge. Then we both heard the moan and glanced around to see Mel on her hands and knees. The General was riding her like a dog, pounding in and of her pussy with a very fast pace. The young woman stared, forgetting she had a dick in her hand. I was about to remind her when I saw the General pull out, roll Mel to her back and enter from above, her legs over his shoulders. He moved forward, raising her hips until only her shoulders and head touched the floor. When I heard Mel’s scream, I would have cum also, had a mouth been wrapped around my cock. But it wasn’t. The daughter had moved over to Mel and the General, positioning herself on her belly so she could lick his cock and balls. Not wanting to forget the hostess, she had one hand working Mel’s clit. I looked at that ass and decided it was slightly smaller than Mel’s, but just as fuckable. I got down on the floor, positioned myself over it and stuck my dick in... to the hilt. The woman responded by crossing her ankles and squeezing me. Then she started to buck. I hung on, but it was difficult with four bodies in such a tight ball of screwing humanity. By this time, the General was groaning. Mel was screaming in earnest. The daughter was bucking and shoving her ass against me, trying to bury every millimeter of my dick. Finally, Mel let out her loudest scream just as the General pumped his load into her. Mel started squeezing harder with her muscles, forcing both their cum juices to leak out of her pussy. That caused the daughter to work harder, lapping up each and every drop as is gushed out and dribbled from the base of the General’s dick. The taste seemed to affect her, and she started bucking harder. Then she shoved that beautiful ass up at me in one horrendous push, letting out a scream of her own. I met her push and groaned, starting to cum. She immediately rolled away and positioned herself to put my dick in her mouth. Grabbing my hips, she pulled me deep inside her as she began sucking in earnest. I started cumming and continued to fill her mouth for several seconds. She swallowed every drop. The rest of the day was a blur. I fucked both women several times. The General fucked both women several times. The women fucked each other, several times. Only the need for red meat brought it to an end. We all adjourned to a Kobe beef house for oversized steaks. Later, when we were alone, Mel impaled herself on me while I lay on my back. As she moved slowly, rocking back and forth and up and down, she smiled. “Well? Who’s better? Me or the Vietnamese bitch?” “You are magnificent. She is merely exceptionally good.” I frowned. “I was worried about it, though. If she had been his daughter, I’m not sure the General would have appreciated me climbing aboard. ...Then again, considering he screwed her brains out, if she’s his daughter, he couldn’t have been too upset.” “She’s not his daughter.” Mel stopped moving her hips and concentrated on milking me with her fabulous cunt muscles. “She’s not? You were right then. She’s his mistress, or an escort?” Mel laughed. “None of the above.” She sensed me being close and squeezed harder. “Who is she?” “When we were in the bathroom at the restaurant, she was worried stories about our little celebration might get spread around. I assured her we could keep a secret, but I asked her why it was so important.” Mel’s cunt muscles continued to grip me as she moved up and dawn, slowly. “And?” “It seems she’s the General’s boss.” “She’s too young for that.” “We were wrong about that too. She’s in her thirties.” “Still, how can she be the old man’s boss?” “She used to be his secretary.” Mel laughed. “Apparently there’s not that much difference between communism and capitalism. She got promoted the old fashioned way, fucking her way to the top.” Mel chuckled. “You, sir, have fucked the brains out of Vietnam’s Deputy Minister of Commerce. She said she thoroughly enjoyed it and is up for an encore any time you’re in Ho Chi Minh City, but it’s not something she wants to read in the Vietnamese version of the grocery store rags.” She give one final, might squeeze, grinding into my groin. I groaned and corrected the balance of trade, emptying my load into Mel’s American cunt. The Business Trip Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Note: If you haven't read them already, The Business Trip – Chapters 1 & 2 are prequels to this story. My mind was reeling for the rest of the day after I returned from spending my lunch break with Krista. As if discovering that she and her cute roommate had suddenly started exploring their bisexuality together the night before, then fucking Krista in the park after she'd told me wasn't enough, I'd been invited to spend the weekend with the two of them, ostensibly to take her roommate's anal cherry. Krista and I had just hooked up ourselves for the first time two days earlier in a hotel while on a business trip together and I'd barely had time to get my mind around that after having admired her for several years. I would have been more than content to spend the weekend fucking Krista and I would have been thrilled to spend the weekend fucking Krista's ass, so how was I supposed to feel about the prospect of fucking both Krista's and Katy's asses? Ecstatic didn't even seem to do it justice. I managed to make it through the day and met Krista outside her building after work, then we both walked to my car. She took the bus to work, so it made sense to just drive her home right after work; I didn't figure I'd need a change of clothes because it sounded as though we'd be naked for the majority of the weekend. She was visibly excited at the prospects of what that night and the next couple of days would hold, which made me happy because she was apparently more than okay with sharing me with her roommate. Since we'd just fucked in the park at lunchtime and we'd be doing more as soon as we'd reached her apartment, I didn't suggest a quickie in the parking lot before we left and we were soon on the road. Given that it was Friday evening and everyone was anxious to get out of town, it didn't take long before we were sitting in traffic. The traffic was moving, albeit slowly, but it was going to be a while before we made it to Krista's place. Fortunately for me, she had an idea of how to kill some time. "Are you hard?" she asked. "Not currently," I replied, "Should I be?" "For what I have in mind, it would be helpful," she said "but I think I know what to do." She couldn't whip her clothes off with so many cars around us as she'd been able to do when we'd been heading back from Alamosa, so she pulled her skirt up around her waist and started to rub the front of her panties. That did the trick; I was quickly starting to pitch a tent in my Dockers, but she didn't stop there. She went ahead and slipped her panties off, showing me her slightly stubbly pussy which really distracted me from the traffic. When I almost rear-ended the car in front of us, though, we figured I'd better focus on the road. Since she had obviously already had the desired effect, she unfastened her seatbelt and leaned over to open my pants, fishing out my cock, which was stiff and throbbing despite our near accident. Kneeling on her seat with her ass, covered with her skirt, aimed at the window, she lowered her head into my lap and took my cock in her hot mouth. I moaned but remained focused on the brakelights ahead, even as I reached down to cup her breast. While I navigated us slowly toward her home, Krista slid her mouth up and down my cock, supporting herself with one hand and using the other to pump the base. Having spent the afternoon thinking about fucking both her and Katy, I was pretty worked up already and had no problem with blowing a quick and easy load to take the edge off. I hadn't seen Katy naked but, thanks to Krista's vivid description, I had no problem visualizing it. I recalled how Krista had looked naked as I felt her hot mouth engulfing my throbbing tool and felt an orgasm quickly beginning to build. It occurred to me as I fondled Krista's tit that I had not fucked her tits the entire time we'd been in the hotel in Alamosa and thought that, after fucking Katy's ass, that would have to be my next highest priority for the weekend. Traffic was starting to break up the closer we got to Krista's exit and the closer I got to cumming. My cock started to swell even more as she brought me right up to the verge with the maximum amount of pleasure she could provide. I gripped the steering wheel with both hands as I reached the point of no return and started to spurt down her throat. She swallowed my load and only let my spent cock fall from her mouth once it started to soften. After she'd sat up again, I asked if I could take care of her with my fingers but she said that we were too close to her place and that there would be plenty of time once we were there. She didn't pull her panties back on, though, just stuck them in her bag as she reminded me where to turn to get to her apartment complex. Once I'd parked, I followed Krista up the stairs to her apartment and, inside, we found Katy waiting for us. "Are you ready?" Krista asked her and she nodded sheepishly, blushing a little bit. Krista pulled me over next to her and, after kissing Katy, indicated that I should do the same. I leaned down and pressed my lips against Katy's, our tongues snaking into each other's mouths, then I turned and did the same to Krista. My cock was already starting to revive as Krista worked Katy's sweater vest up over her head and I started to unbutton the blouse she wore beneath it. Krista unbuttoned the cuffs of the blouse so that we could slip Katy right out of it, revealing a sexy bra beneath. Krista reached back to unfasten Katy's bra, but I stopped her and suggested we get her out of her slacks first, so Krista unfastened them and let them drop to Katy's ankles. As Krista stooped down to help Katy step out of them, I was admiring Katy's tight, petite body. She was fair skinned and freckled, her boobs were much smaller than Krista's but looked large on her small frame and her ass looked astounding, split down the middle by her thong panties. Before removing anything else, Krista and I each caressed one of Katy's tits through her bra then had her turn so we could caress her ass. I unfastened her bra, then had her turn to face us again as the cups slid down to reveal her light pink areolas and hard nipples. As her bra slipped down her arms to the floor, Krista and I each started to lick and suck a nipple while Katy moaned softly. I lightly caressed the front of Katy's thong panties and, feeling how damp the material there was, I dropped to my knees to start sliding them off. Krista knelt behind her and, as I slid the elastic off her hips, Krista made sure the strip in back pulled down, out from between her ass cheeks. Her reddish-blonde bush was nicely groomed and, as Krista was helping her step out of her panties, I ran my fingers through it, feeling that her slit was dripping with juices. We had Katy sit on the couch and both knelt before her. Krista generously allowed me to lick Katy's pussy first, so I ran my tongue up her slit and tasted the pungent juices that she was prodigiously secreting. As I was licking Katy's pussy, Krista went back to licking and sucking her nipples, so she was moaning enthusiastically with both of us stimulating her. Before turning her pussy over to Krista, I slipped a finger into her, finding her snug and slippery, and lapped at her clit with my tongue. Katy was moaning pretty much continuously by this point and, in addition to the stimulation we were providing, she may have already gotten herself pretty worked up thinking about the night ahead just as Krista and I both had. I raised my head and invited Krista to take over for me, slipping my finger free as I positioned myself to lick and suck Katy's nipples while caressing her firm, young tits. When Katy started getting really noisy and was rocking her hips even harder toward Krista's face, I took a look and saw the raw passion on Katy's face and the enthusiasm with which Krista was eating her pussy. Even though she was nearly on the brink, Krista stopped and encouraged me to take over so that Katy could cum in my face as she'd done for Krista both the night prior and earlier that day. I went back to fingering her pussy, which was even wetter and more engorged than it had been, and licking and sucking her clit, while Krista kissed her hard before taking my place working on her tits. Katy had a hand on each of our heads as she writhed wildly, clearly on the verge of a momentous orgasm. Finally, she let out a wail of pleasure and her whole body shook as she came. Neither Krista nor I let up in what we were doing until Katy started to come back down again. Krista and I smiled at each other, then she kissed me, tasting Katy's juices on my tongue. She suggested that we get undressed while Katy recovered, so we stood in front of her as her eyes fixated on us. I started by raising Krista's top over her head, revealing the bra was restraining her luscious tits, then she did the same with my polo. She dropped to her knees to untie my shoes, then helped me out of them and my socks. Standing again, she immediately went to work on my belt as I reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She backed up slightly before finishing opening my pants so that I could slide her bra down her arms, revealing her succulent tits. I caressed her two beauties while she went back to getting my pants opened and, as they hit my ankles, she was rubbing the prominent bulge in my briefs. She dropped to her knees, taking her tits out of my reach, and slid my briefs down so that my cock sprung out in her face. After helping me step out of my pants and briefs, she raised my cock up and licked my balls before standing again. Krista quickly shed her long skirt and was soon as naked as the rest of us, her panties still in her bag near the front door. I kissed her passionately while rubbing my stiff cock against her stubbly pussy and caressing her ass. I was obviously ready to go, so Krista went to retrieve the bottle of baby oil we'd used the previous night as I had Katy get on all-fours on the couch. Krista poured some oil into her hand and slathered it first on my cock, then over Katy's anus, slipping her finger inside to make sure that the opening was good and lubed. With Katy's assurance that she was ready, I pressed my cockhead against her asshole and started to slide in. Krista was kneeling on the floor near Katy's head to make sure she was okay as I started to slowly fuck her ass. Once she was certain that Katy was enjoying herself and had gotten past the initial discomfort, she started to fondle Katy's swinging tits. I was glad I had already blown the quick, easy load down Krista's throat in the car because fucking Katy's ass felt so good that, otherwise, I'd probably have been done in a few seconds. She was tight and hot and it didn't take long before she was pushing back against my incoming thrusts, so I gradually picked up the pace. Krista managed to get her head between Katy torso and the couch and started licking her nipples, but was soon licking and fingering her pussy. Katy was moaning again as Krista and I both pleasured her and was clearly on her way to another intensely pleasurable orgasm. I figured Krista must be absolutely on fire since she was the only one of us who hadn't cum yet. I could admire her body as she licked Katy's pussy when I wasn't focused on Katy's ass and was thinking that I'd be slipping into her ass next. It wasn't a surprise when Katy's body started to shake as she came just a few moments later. I kept fucking her until Krista pulled her head out from underneath Katy and asked her what she'd thought. "It was even better than I expected," Katy replied, "Are you going to go now?" "If you don't mind," Krista responded. Katy didn't, so I slipped my cock out of her and stayed where I was while they repositioned. Krista took Katy's place on the couch on all-fours while Katy grabbed the baby oil and lubed up Krista's asshole. While I was sliding my cock into Krista's ass, Katy sat on the arm of the sofa in front of Krista with her legs spread wide. I took a good look at Katy's reddish-blonde bush before Krista's head was hiding it, then took the opportunity to admire Katy's firm, freckled tits. Krista's ass felt equally hot and tight like Katy's but I knew that Krista was so fired up that she'd be cumming a lot quicker, so I probably wouldn't end up fucking it as long. Katy was moaning again as she ran her fingers through Krista's thick, dark hair while Krista devoured her pussy. I noticed that Krista was just eating Katy's pussy, not fingering her, as she used one arm to support herself and the other was under her, reaching back so that she could stimulate her own pussy, too. I was holding her by the hips, not yet fucking her hard and fast until I was sure that she was ready for it, but gradually picking up my pace. When Krista started moaning louder and pushing back against me, neglecting Katy's pussy as she got closer to cumming, I fucked her a bit harder since she seemed to be enjoying it. Katy seemed okay with no longer having Krista's tongue on her pussy, since she'd already cum twice and was anxious for Krista to enjoy some of the same pleasure that she had. She ended up moving down off the arm of the sofa and knelt beside it so she could fondle Krista's swinging tits while Krista worked on her pussy and I fucked her ass. Krista let out a long, low moan just before her entire body started to shake. I continued to fuck her as she came, stopping only once she'd finished cumming and pulled away from me so that my cock popped free of her ass. "Are you ready to get fucked again?" she asked Katy. "I'd rather suck that piece of meat," she replied, "and swallow a hot load." "Let's get him cleaned off a bit first," Krista suggested, so they got up and led me to the bathroom. Together they cleaned all of the baby oil from my cock and balls, keeping it hard and throbbing with all of their soaping up, rinsing and toweling off. As soon as they felt it was clean enough, Katy, kneeling before me as I leaned against the bathroom sink, held the base as she wrapped her lips around my cock and slid them down my shaft. I moaned as her hot mouth engulfed my tool and ran my fingers through her strawberry blonde hair as she started to bob her head up and down. Krista sat on the nearby toilet for a moment, just watching with a smile on her face, until I beckoned her over. We started making out as Katy sucked my cock while I brought my hand up from Katy's hair to Krista's tits. I'd just fucked two tight, slippery asses, so it didn't take much of Katy's skillful cocksucking before I felt my orgasm quickly building. As I got closer, Krista and I stopped making out so we could watch as Katy's lips slid up and down my cock while she pumped the base and caressed my balls. I resisted the urge to push my hips toward her face, allowing her to set the pace and relishing the continuing build of my orgasm. My cock swelled as I got closer to cumming, but Katy was undeterred and kept sucking, even as I exploded into her mouth with a grunt of pleasure that echoed through the bathroom. She swallowed my load and only let my cock slip from her mouth when she was certain that I was completely spent. Krista dropped to her knees to kiss Katy, I assumed to get a taste of my cum, as well. Once they were done making out, Krista looked up at me and asked if I was ready for some dinner. I followed the two of them from the bathroom to the kitchen, still admiring both of their naked bodies as they got some things cooking for dinner. My only task in the kitchen was to open a bottle of wine, pour three glasses and recover so I was ready to go again after we'd eaten. I couldn't resist reaching out for whichever one of them happened to pass close enough as I sat there and was rewarded not only with kisses, but with opportunities for caresses of soft, smooth body parts as well. We sat down to eat and I could still ogle their tits during the meal, so I was well on the road to recovery as we nourished ourselves for what promised to be an active weekend. As we were wrapping up the meal, discussion turned to what our next physical indulgence in each other should be. I pointed out that Krista's pussy still needed to be cleared of a few days' worth of stubble and suggested that she let Katy and me take care of that, then see where it would lead. Once the dishes were cleaned up, we decided to shave Krista in her bed rather than in the bathroom or on the couch, mainly because of what we were expecting it to lead to. She had a shaving lotion that she typically used and a good razor, so we brought that, along with towels, a washcloth and a bowl of warm water, to her bedroom. We determined that the position that would allow the best access was with her fully reclined but with her legs bent and spread apart. Krista started writhing and moaning as soon as Katy and I started to apply the shaving lotion. This continued with the first few strokes of the razor, which I then rinsed in the warm water and handed to Katy. We took turns until Krista's pussy was completely smooth, then wiped her clean with the washcloth. Krista was about jumping out of her skin by this point, so we took pity on her and, putting our fingers together, slipped one of Katy's and one of mine into Krista's slippery pussy simultaneously. As we worked them easily in and out, I started to lick Krista's clit, causing her to moan and writhe even more, then moved aside so that Katy could take over for a bit. We alternated licking Krista's clit while sliding both of our fingers in and out until, at one point when Katy had her face between Krista's thighs, I looked over at Katy's perfect ass and realized that my cock was rock hard and had yet to slip into her pussy. I slipped my finger free of Krista's pussy and moved down behind Katy, helping her get her knees under her so that her ass was up in the air. I decided against fucking her ass at that moment because I really wanted to experience her pussy and I didn't have the baby oil handy anyway. While she continued to lick and finger Krista, I guided my cock to Katy's hot, slippery pussy and slipped easily into her. Holding her by the hips, I started to slowly stroke in and out, relishing the amazing feel of her pussy. I looked up to see Krista, with her eyes tightly closed, fondling her own tits as she humped her pussy toward Katy's face and, by leaning slightly to one side, could see Katy's tongue at work on Krista's clit. As my hips repeatedly bumped Katy's ass, Krista was getting louder and had grabbed Katy's head to hold her in place. Katy kept licking and fingering Krista while I kept fucking Katy until Krista finally started to shake as she came. Only once Krista had gone limp again and lay back on her bed did Katy raise her head and start pushing back against my incoming thrusts. When Krista's head appeared to have cleared, Katy asked her if she was ready to have her newly-shaved pussy fucked and Krista nodded with a big smile on her face. Katy moved away from me so that my cock slipped out of her hot pussy while suggesting that Krista slide down toward me a little bit. Katy tossed me a couple of pillows, which I stuck underneath Krista's ass while Katy straddled Krista's head. Still kneeling, I guided my rigid cock between Krista's shaved lips and slipped into her incredibly hot and slippery pussy. The Business Trip Ch. 03 As I started to fuck her, I surveyed what was laid out before me. Looking down, I could see my cock sliding in and out of Krista's smooth pussy. A bit higher up, Krista's luscious tits were bouncing in rhythm with my fucking, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. Beyond that, Katy's beautiful ass was positioned over Krista's chin and I could see Krista's tongue darting out to lick her pussy. Katy was holding onto the headboard of Krista's bed, looking down to watch Krista eating her pussy, so I reached around her to cup her tits, brushing my thumbs over her hard nipples. It wasn't long before Katy was moaning and humping her pussy against Krista's face, though I could feel my own orgasm starting to slowly build as well. I ran my hands down from Katy's tits to her hips and over her ass before dropping them to Krista's tits. As I caressed them and toyed with her hard nipples while still fucking her sweet pussy, Katy was getting louder and her ass was clenching and unclenching as she humped Krista's face, apparently on the verge of cumming once again. It looked as though she was going to cum just slightly before me, so I decided to do one more thing once she had cum before I blew a load myself. As she got closer and closer, I continued to play with Krista's tits while her hot pussy brought my own orgasm closer as well. Katy let out a long, low moan as she went nearly still, then a pronounced shiver seemed to pass through her body as she came. She let out a shaky sigh once she'd finished cumming and started to climb off of Krista's face then sat beside her head. I went ahead and slipped out of Krista's pussy, moved the pillows out from under her ass and straddled her torso, laying my cock between her succulent tits. Krista smiled as she squeezed her tits together around my cock and I started to slowly fuck them. Katy scooted down so that she was lying beside Krista, watching my cockhead disappearing and reappearing just as Krista was. The soft, smooth flesh of her tits certainly felt a bit different than a tight ass or a slippery pussy, but no less pleasurable by a long shot. I was sliding my cock between them slowly, just enjoying the building pleasure as my orgasm continued to approach. I had to assume that the shell-shock of actually fucking Krista in Alamosa could be the only reason that I'd never fucked her tits during the two days we'd been there, but I didn't intend to let any further opportunities slip by. My cock was starting to swell even more with the increased level of pleasure that I was feeling and, though I had no desire to stop, I knew I'd be spewing onto her sternum momentarily. I willed myself not to increase my pace so that I could draw out the pleasure even longer but eventually I exploded with a grunt, spurting cum onto her chest. While she and Katy got her cleaned up, leaving only saliva but no cum on her chest, I moved to lie on the other side of Krista. They made out a little bit, then we just lay there together, recovering once again and planning what to do next.