Here she was once again on her knees with a strange man's cock in her mouth in a submissive posture that didn't remotely represent her personality. At least it was a nice cock---hard and smooth and fat just the way she liked them. The man---whatever his name was---smelled good. When he had kissed her there was no hint of cigarettes, too much beer or a lack of good dental hygiene. His crotch smelled clean. He wasn't trying to fuck her mouth as so many other men had. He was enjoying her obvious expertise and letting her control the action. She appreciated that.
They'd certainly fuck, assuming he could get it hard again. She hoped he'd service her moist little quim with his mouth---showing the same level of talent she always brought to oral sex. Then he'd fuck her---hopefully. If he didn't have a condom, she did. If he was particularly randy and sufficiently virile he might try to tap her tight little poop chute. Anal sex was something she enjoyed but only with the right man---was he the right man tonight? She hoped so.
She worked in a very male dominated industry. At this trade show there were at least four hundred men and only fifty women. Many of the women in attendance did not draw the attention that she did. She was young and fresh with the curves and bumps that men were attracted to. She had gotten used to having a dozen different males on the prowl sniffing her like dogs in heat. She might have felt honored had she not realized that most of the men would fuck a snake---and she was no snake. Most of the men also had a little wife at home---did this man? She didn't really care.
She had been trapped in a booth by a gaggle of vultures who would have given a week's pay to be where this man was right now. She'd fucked one of them before at another trade show. She had no intention of going back for seconds but he just didn't get the message. She had seen this man---the one whose cock was so close to spurting its load in her mouth---at the bar. He had glanced in her direction several times. She had noted his easy carriage and relaxed posture.
They had made eye contact; he had smiled. He was a handsome man with an air of confidence and a better suit than the men who had trapped her in the hotel bar booth. As the comments became more openly suggestive and her bladder became more painful she had finally extracted her firm young body from the seat---enduring more improper touches than were the norm even for that group of lechers. She had intentionally altered her route on returning to the bar so as to come close to him. She took the seat beside him and ordered a drink.
"You have quite a fan club over there." He said quietly.
"A hazard of the industry, I'm afraid." She replied. "With a ten to one ration of males to females at this show every woman gets more than her fair share of attention---wanted or unwanted."
"If the ratio were reversed I'm positive that you would still be the center of attention." He said, not suggestively, but as if he was simply stating a fact.
Pretty good pick up line, she thought to herself. She turned to check him out more carefully. She did not recognize him. That surprised her because he would have been hard to miss. He was taller---pleasantly taller--- than she was even in her very high heals. He had his hair---blond with a hint of gray---and no hint of impending disaster in that department. He had a strong face. It was lightly tanned with good features. No evidence of stubble or bad shaving habits---she had always hated that Richard Nixon dour look of a man who needed to shave more than once a day. No paunch was in evidence nor any hint of love handles.
His broad, strong shoulders were perfectly covered by his obviously upscale---probably custom made---suit jacket. The eyes---oh my God the eyes! She could not put into words the effect of his deep, piercing blue eyes. She felt confident that those eyes had moistened many a young cunt---as they were doing to hers at that very moment on the bar stool.
"Are you going to rejoin your admirers, or would you like to leave?" He asked.
"This is the only bar in this less than stellar hotel. Where did you have in mind?" She asked, with the first hint of flirtation.
"Anyplace but here---as long as it is with you." He said.
Oh yes, that was smooth, very smooth without a hint of a leer or a lascivious tone, she thought. I need to fuck somebody---a comfort screw. I could do a lot worse. It's unlikely that I'll do any better than this attractive stud. There's a wife at home---of that she was sure. Men this fine at this apparent age either had a cute little trophy wife---or ex wives who had long since sapped their manhood, their decency and their wallets. She assumed that, "any place but here" would mean a short walk that would ultimately end in his room. That would be okay, she mused. How old was he? She had just turned thirty. She judged him to be no older than forty.
He threw some bills on the bar more than sufficient to cover his tab and her single drink, took her arm and led her toward the door. They were out of sight before her fan club even noticed that she was gone. They walked casually through the overly ornate lobby. Neither had any doubt as to where their final destination would be.
He came in her mouth. It was a large load of very tasty spunk. She liked the taste of a man's fluid---this man's was particularly pleasant. She wasted none of the precious juice that was her reward for being a very accomplished little cock sucker.
There had been few preliminaries to the blow job. They had kissed on entering his room---a much nicer room then she had. He was a very good kisser; she almost had a hint of romantic feelings as they urgently fumbled with each others garments. Right, she thought, romance was real likely with a man you've known for all of ten minutes. Very unlikely with a man whose cock you would suck vigorously like some cheap slut. She didn't want to admit it, but engaging in casual sex with men you hardly knew---and might well never see again---was the hallmark of a slut. She had become a slut.
His hands were strong, soft and knowing. As they undressed each other those manly hands caressed her gently---not mauling her tender flesh or grabbing her treasures. She sensed that he wanted to make out longer. She, on the other hand wanted to suck, fuck and go home---or at least back to her room. She never spent the night with her conquests. She pushed him down on the edge of the bed and engulfed his prick in her hot young mouth. Time to get this show on the road, she thought to herself.
As she savored the remains of his essence in her mouth, he effortlessly pulled her up on his lap as if she was a little girl and kissed her softly. He stroked her fine young hips with those amazing hands, sending electricity through her body. He gently nuzzled her breasts with his face. No nipple tweaking no---I didn't get enough of this from my mommy---tit sucking. He smoothly rolled her over and moved his soft lips down her body in search of the target they both knew he would quickly find.
Oh fuck! She thought to herself. This guy is very good. He's got this job down to an art form. Her body thrilled as he demonstrated his own oral expertise on her now dripping little slit. She came much more quickly than she usually did. He did not let up, but continued to search for that special second orgasm that they both knew was inside her. He found it. She was very glad he did.
He moved up to kiss her again, now sharing the sweet taste of her pussy with her. She reached down to find his meat, hoping he would be ready to penetrate her quickly. It was quite ready; it was bone hard and longer than most. Knowing the drill she placed a pillow under her own fine little behind and pulled her legs up nearly to her ears to give him optimum access. She was a very limber young lady.
He teased her labia and clit with the massive bulbous head of his fuck stick. He teased her more with little shallow strokes, using just the head to caress her inner lips. When he slowly drove the whole thing to its limit in her slippery canal she knew they were both ready for a serious, cock jamming fuck. He did not disappoint her.
The guy knew his stuff, she mused. He's one fine fuck and that's a magnificent cock. Just fuck me, she thought to herself; that's really what we're both here for.
She seldom came from having a man jam her cunt with his dick without a little digital assistance. This was the part she enjoyed the most---being penetrated and filled by a health male tool. Cumming was secondary---she had already cum several times thanks to his oral prowess. She had forgotten the damned condom---not a smart move---but it was too late now.
To her pleasant surprise his cock was every bit as hard as when she had blown him and he obviously was prepared to take her for as long as needed. To her complete surprise he made her cum---not once but twice. He had not cum; sensing that his astounding control might have impeded his own orgasm she decided to give him a more erotic visual stimuli---her astounding young rump. She rolled from under him, placed her hands on the head board and presented her delicious buns for servicing.
A delightful swipe of his talented tongue included not only her steamy little box but her little brown hole. He gently rimmed her tight anal muscle and worked his fingers in and out of her slimy girl slit. He wants me there---in the other hole. Maybe, she thought, just maybe. Fill my pussy first. He understood.
He fucked her hard, deep and long, lightly slapping her firm little behind as he progressed. His strong hands nearly surrounded her slim waist as he used those magnificent hands to control the motion of her fine young hips. She never came this way; she had already cum. It was his turn. After a long but delicious doggie fuck he came with a growl and shot a load of sticky goo deep in her tight little slot.
In spite of herself, the hard cock rubbing her insides coupled with the tender ministration of his lips on her neck brought her off again. That's a first, she thought. It was quite simply the best performance by any man she bedded down in her memory.
As he moved back to recover the drips of his own juice from her slimy fuck hole, he again found her tight anus and resumed his assault on her most private hole with his tongue. This time he began a slow tongue fuck of her little pooper. In spite of herself, she began to move her hot little ass in concert with his oral attention. He can't possibly be ready again, she thought. As he turned around to more precisely service and lubricate her crinkle she looked over and noted that his cock was, if anything, harder than ever.
Give him your ass, slut. You know he wants it—he's preparing it---and you know you want it, you little whore. She did not enjoy being banged up the shitter from behind. She rolled on her side and he read her mind, coming up closely behind her as she wantonly reached back and spread her butt cheeks in invitation. He found the target quickly, jammed the fat head of his cock past the barrier muscle and slowly shoved his high hard one deep in her bowels. He pushed both of her thighs out of the way and settled into perfect position in front of her as he began a slow, lazy invasion of her rectum.
Some women hate anal sex---the pain, the submission---the sense that it is just an act of male domination. She had had less than enjoyable anal experiences. This one was starting out very differently. He made love to her face and breasts with his lips and tongue as he made love to her ass. Love? You're getting boned up the shitter by a virtual stranger. You don't know his name because you never exchanged pleasantries. He was a handsome stranger with a magnificent and, evidently, perpetually hard and larger than average piece of male equipment.
She considered helping herself with her nimble fingers. She realized that cumming again was not a requirement. She luxuriated in the feeling of this delightful man's rigid pole grazing her anal canal. I wonder if his wife gives up her ass this easily? She thought. He was, somehow both gentle and forceful as he plundered her most tender and tightest hole. He obviously had extensive experience in sodomizing willing young sluts---like her.
He came with another roar which started as a low moan and grew in intensity. She felt the splash of his hot sticky essence on the walls of her rectum. She almost came, in spite of herself. When he removed his still hard organ from her stinky hole and went down on her again, she came---very unexpectedly and very pleasantly. What a great fuck, she thought. His wife is a lucky woman.
