Phoenix Heatwave

I hate sales meetings, especially when it's to roll out a new product that you know in your heart really sucks. So it was in Phoenix, in July, on a Thursday, a hundred plus in the late afternoon. I guess the meeting could have been worse: the sales managers could have rushed me at the podium, castrated me, and sent me back to L.A. with a blood-soaked note hanging from my neck. That didn't happen.

But by Friday morning all of that was history; turned out to be one of the most unforgettable nights of my life.

I took the elevator up to the 10th floor, got off, and walked down the hall to my room. When I opened the door it was apparent that the room hadn't been serviced: bed unmade, damp towels still on the floor, water pocked glass on the nightstand... What else could fuck up the day? I needed a shower to wash it all away.

I was toweling myself when the bathroom door opened. A young woman, long black hair tied into a ponytail, looked me straight in the eyes with a 'deer in the headlights' look and her mouth opened in obvious shock. She was dressed in a maroon skirt and white blouse with the hotel logo embroidered above her left breast. The name tag just below the the logo read: Diana

I'd been in the shower and hadn't heard her come in so I, standing there buck naked, was just as shocked as she.

"Oh my god, sir," she exclaimed with obvious embarrassment, "I didn't know anyone ..." She stopped mid sentence and took a more than a passing look at my cock, a look much longer than just an embarrassed glance. She looked up at me again with a broad smile. I smiled back. "You have a really big cock."

Which I do. 9 inches and as thick as a sausage. She took a quick step toward me when I nodded my head. "I like guys with really big cocks." She kicked off her white tennis shoes while rubbing and sort of balancing my still flaccid cock in the palm of her hand.

She was on the short side, maybe five-one with an hourglass waist and a great rack. The cadence of her speech gave her away as probably hispanic but her pronunciation and syntax said second, maybe even third, generation. She got down on her knees, stroked me to a soft erection, and sucked me until I was rock hard. All the while she had unbuttoned her blouse with one hand as her other slid under her skirt to masturbate her way to a little quick series of orgasms.

"You haven't made the bed yet," I said, "so let's go mess it up a little."

She laughed, took off her blouse, bra, and dress, leaving all in a pile next to her shoes. Her body was full and petite, breasts firm teardrops with dark brown nipples. "God," she said softly, "I can't wait to get that beast in my pussy."

It was my turn to laugh. We'd been together all of, maybe, ten minutes and we were about five more from having sex. "How 'bout you do a little more of that while I eat your pussy. I'd like it really wet before I slide it in."

She laid down on the the bed, legs dangling off the side. I knelt on my knees between her thighs, slid her black panties down her legs to the floor, and kissed my way up to her smooth, shaved pussy, the lips already swollen to a full, flush pink. Her body squirmed, her hips bucked, as my lips and tongue teased her into another little orgasm. I joined her on the bed, my cock devoured by her mouth, my lips nibbling at her petals, tongue teasing her clitoris to erection. She had to stop sometimes to let out a moan, an animal cry or a scream.

"Oh god," she finally moaned, "I can't take this any more. Just put your cock in my pussy and fuck me 'til you come."

So I did, I kissed my way up her body. I fingered her while I licked her gorgeous tits and bit the nipples until they were as hard as little pebbles. I got on my knees, mounting her, the head of my cock, slick with pre-cum, sliding between her wet pussy lips.

"Jesus fucking christ," she groaned. Her hand slid between us. Her fingers found my cock, slid it down the lips one more time, and rested it at the slick entrance to her wet cunt. "Please baby," she pleaded, "put it in me, fuck me, god just fuck my brains out please please..."

And with that I impaled her. One hard thrust. She instantly arched her back and screamed the wounded animal scream of absolute lust. She pulled my head down to her breasts while I started pumping slowly, long, languid, strokes and she pumped back. We talked dirty talk: your cock feels so good, your pussy is so tight, kiss me, you're making me cum. I bit each nipple and spanked her butt cheeks until they radiated a red heat. The animal moans and cries blended into one orgasm after another. And I was close.

"I'm close, Diana," I moaned in her ear, "I'm really close to cumming in your pussy baby." She moaned, our hips moving faster and faster, harder and harder, never missing a stroke. She came again, and so did I. My back stiffened, my legs grew taut, With a final thrust my throbbing cock pumped thick white sperm to the deepest reaches of her womb. She held me there, cock buried deep in her pussy, until the throbbing ceased. I lay on top of her for a minute, captured in the afterglow of some outrageously good sex, an incredibly good fuck. It had only been about 20 minutes from the moment she'd opened the bathroom door; it felt like we'd been screwing for hours,

She got up and used the edge of the top sheet to wipe off the cum dripping down her thighs and dab away the pale little pearls nestled between her still swollen labia. "What's your name?" she asked. I told her.

She put her panties on as she skipped into the bathroom. In a moment she came out in her skirt and blouse. "I still have three rooms to finish," she said as she buttoned up the blouse, "but I'll be back in about two hours with my friend. She's very pretty and likes big cock, too."