Reunion

This is Story # 40 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. It is a continuation of sorts from a prior story - Stuck Up Know It all Learns a Lesson.

If you want any background on me and how I got here, you can read the very first story I published (Babysitter Lauren) or my author's profile. You may also see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Amanda 2

In the spring of 2017, I was on the road about 200 miles away at a conference, part of which was a luncheon celebrating women business leaders. My company asked me to go since I'm a pretty good hand shaker and baby kisser.

One of the honorees was my old arch enemy, Amanda. To be blunt, Amanda was a snooty, stuck up, know it all rich bitch CEO of a local company. A friend of my ex-wife, I always hated her, and she me.

Despite that, I had given her a couple of violent fucks a few years prior, after I had called out her bitchiness, which apparently was a sexual trigger for her. She was all high and mighty in public, but as soon as you stood up to her in private, she backed down and became the most submissive cum-swallowing two bit whore you could imagine.

I couldn't believe it when I saw her face on the poster board outside of the conference hall, and I cursed my boss for asking me to come to this shit show since now I knew she was here, and especially since it was a Tuesday and I was missing my regular booty call with Michelle ("Lonely Soccer Moms" stories).

As I was standing there looking the poster, a soft voice whispered in my ear:

"Fancy seeing you here."

I knew right away who it was, but I didn't turn.

Instead, I responded, "Yeah. forced by my company to come to this bullshit dog and pony show. How much did it cost you to buy this award?"

"Aw, don't be like that," she answered.

Her demeanor was totally different than how she was before, and during the two times I had abused her body a few years ago. Last I heard she had dated some high profile political big wig, but it didn't work out.

I turned to her, and the look in her eye had changed from her previous "hell hath no fury" look, to a kinder, softer type of look. As soon as we locked eyes, she gave me a big hug.

"I'm so glad you're here!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't sure that I'd have anyone here that I knew. Seemed everyone was too busy, again. Can we get a drink after this snooze-fest is over?"

I was stunned. It appeared that Amanda had no idea that we hated each other. Well, I hated the Amanda that I THOUGHT I knew, but this kinder, gentler, friendly Amanda was a delight, so far.

I decided to tread carefully, I didn't trust this chick and didn't want to set myself up something. The worst possible outcome is I get all nice to her and then she returns to her bitchy self and calls me a chump and a pussy.

"Sure," I agreed. "I've got some work to do after the afternoon session, but I could probably be ready by about 5:30. Meet you in the bar?"

"Let's skip the bar -- prices are so high. I have a bottle of scotch in my room, why don't you just meet me there when you're done?"

Now I was really confused. Under prior circumstances, I'd just assume she wanted to me come to her room, push her onto the bed, treat her like shit, fuck her and call her names, all while she acted like she didn't want it. But that was when she's nasty to me. Now that she was being sweet, I didn't know what to think.

"OK," I responded, warily. "See you then."

A little after 5:30 I approached Amanda's room and gave a slight knock at the door. She opened it with a big smile and let me in, handing me a scotch on the rocks. She was still in her business suit, while I had changed into a pair of golf shorts and a collared shirt. We moved to the small seating area in her hotel room and sipped our drinks. We talked like old friends.

Very strange.

Finally, I couldn't contain my curiosity anymore, so I said, "Amanda, this is great, thanks for inviting me. But the elephant in the room needs to be discussed. We always hated each other, and our last two interactions years ago, I'm sure you recall, weren't overly friendly, despite what we did. I'm trying to understand what's going on here."

She lowered her eyes and spoke softly.

"I've been such an awful person. I didn't realize what I bitch I was -- to (now ex-husband) Mark, to my friends, to my business partners, even to my family. I thought I was being a strong, tough independent kick-ass business woman, but I did it by being a bitch instead of being respectful and gracious. Now I've kind of lost it all. None of my friends or family are here, my partners, no one. My company is barely hanging on and I'll be ousted as CEO soon."

She started to cry. A part of me wanted to laugh at her and say "told you so," but when someone owns their mistakes and humbles themselves, there no sense kicking them when they are down.

I'm not therapist or life coach, so I just tried to be honest.

"Listen Amanda, "I said. "You're smart and a very savvy business person, and genuinely I'm sure you're a good person. You can recover from this. Being nicer doesn't mean you can't still be a great business woman and have friends. It's never too late to make small changes. If the company fails or you get fired, you find the next thing and kick its ass, just maybe with a little lighter touch."

"Thank you," she said. "And thank you for being nice to me, you have every reason not to be. I should have been nicer to you."

"Don't sweat it," I replied. "Water under the bridge. Happy to start over."

Amanda got up and excused herself to go to the bathroom. I stood and looked out the hotel window. This second-floor room had a very small balcony with a railing and overlooked a small park and common area of the resort.

I heard the bathroom door open, and in the window's reflection I saw Amanda appear, no longer in her business suit, instead in a sheer negligee with a bra and panties underneath, all matching in a bright, "fuck me" red.

She walked toward me, and I turned to face her. She really was gorgeous -- about 5'10", dark brown hair, bright green eyes, nice firm tits (I suspected fake, although without kids they could have been real), legs that went on for days. Her toes were capped with bright red toenails, and her fingernails the same. Bright red lipstick was the cherry on top. She looked delicious.

She approached me, and we kissed for the first time ever. Her tongue fluttered against mine, and I had to admit that she was one of the best kissers I had ever experienced. Very erotic, licking my lips and teeth with her tongue.

My cock grew as we kissed, and she rubbed my bulge and whispered in my ear: "The things you did to me before -- I loved it and need it that way. But I also love gentle and loving sex too. Stay with me tonight, you call the shots, however you want it."

Everyone has their kinks. If you read my previous stories, I've met plenty of women who love to have their throats roughly fucked, some who are obsessed with giving blowjobs, some who like to be called names, some who are cum freaks. Me, I have a fetish for lactation, and I love to have my face sat on and practically suffocated. I've even developed a small fetish for my own cum. I can't explain it, but I go with the flow when the situation calls for it. I've never treated anyone like a whore that didn't relish it.

Amanda clearly had a need to be humiliated and treated like a worthless whore. Who knows why, but as a powerful business woman, maybe it was like her alter ego. But like everyone else, affection and passion were important too.

I made the decision in an instant. Reaching for her chest, I ripped the negligee into pieces and tore it off her body (That's gonna cost me, I thought. I'm sure it was expensive). Her body was unreal, I had never seen her undressed. She had large D cup tits threatening to spill out of her bra.

"Look at you, you desperate whore," I said. "If my cock isn't deep down your throat in ten seconds, I'm walking out of here."

Amanda dropped to her knees and worked my belt quickly, pulling my shorts down and taking my cock into her mouth. I grabbed her head and forced my cock down her throat without giving her time to warm up, and the result was a serious gag and convulsion. I thought she was going to puke on me.

"C'mon bitch," I scolded. "Has it been that long? I assumed you sucked cock every day. Maybe just little ones and you can't handle mine."

She struggled to adjust, and within a minute she was easily taking my entire length down into her throat, as she had years before, while I grabbed her head and abused her.

Without warning I pulled my dick out of her mouth and said, "Get on the fucking bed, on your hands and knees, worthless cunt."

Amanda obeyed, and I maneuvered behind her, pulled her red thongs to the side and shoved my dick into her pussy in one full thrust.

She let out a painful yelp, and I said, "Did that hurt? Has it been a while since you've been fucked too? I guess no one wants to fuck a mean bitch like you."

I unhooked her bra, her big tits hanging down and swaying as I pounded her from behind. I fucked her without mercy for a good ten minutes, smacking her ass and calling her names in the process.

Finally as I approached my climax, I grabbed a handful of her hair by the roots and yanked her head back.

"Look at me! When I pull out, you better flip over onto your back and get your face ready, I'm gonna blow a load all over your cunt face. I haven't come in a week so it's gonna be a lot. And don't you dare wipe it off."

"Now!"

She swung around and flopped onto her back. I straddled her and blasted a big load on her face and forehead, then finished on her neck and tits. I moved up and slapped her face with my cock as it started to deflate, then shoved it in her mouth to suck the last remnants out.

Silently I got off of her and laid next to her, laying on my side looking at her. I really was stunned at how gorgeous she was, having never really looked at her that way.

I decided to pivot to nice and sweet now.

She was covered in my cum, and I dipped a finger in a puddle that had formed between her tits, scooping some up. I brought my finger to her mouth and she opened it, accepting my cum from my finger. Cum was sliding down her face along the side of her nose, and she opened her mouth to catch what she could, following my instruction not to wipe it off.

I moved closer to her and slowly began to lick her face, sucking up all of the cum that was there. With a mouthful, I hovered over her and opened my mouth, allowing all that cum to drip into her mouth. I did the same with the cum on her tits, sucking it into my mouth and then sharing that with her it a very hot and wet kiss.

Amanda was moaning and squirming. I don't think she came while I was fucking her.

Lightly I started stroking her gorgeous tits, swirling a finger around her wet nipples, pinching them as they got harder and harder.

I leaned in to give her another kiss, then whispered, "You're gorgeous."

She gasped at this. I wondered how long it had been since anyone sincerely complimented her. I got back on top of her with my knees on either side of her torso and leaned over her, kissing her passionately, and continued.

"Your eyes are mesmerizing, and you have an amazing body."

I leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I'm gonna eat your pussy and make you come until you pass out."

Amanda moaned "Oh God" when I said this, and I proceeded to slowly work my way down her body. I focused on each of her tits for a good few minutes, teasing the nipples, alternating between sucking, licking and lightly biting them. I pushed her tits together and buried my face in between them, her hard nipples rubbing against my cheeks and being scratched by my light 5 o'clock shadow.

Down to her belly button, I tongued it like a mini vagina to give her a taste of what was to come. I moved my mouth down between her legs. She willingly opened them for me, and I teased her, kissing the inside of her thighs and the crease between her thighs and her pussy. Amanda was squirming like crazy, desperate to feel my mouth on her cunt.

I finally gave in, moving the front of her red thongs to the side (not willing to rip them off and add to the clothing bill) and finally get a good look at her pussy.

To be blunt, it was beautiful. A very thin landing strip, maybe an inch long just above the opening to her vagina, dark brown, matching her hair. She had large pussy lips that were open like a newly bloomed flower, the result of the fucking I had given her ten minutes prior.

I ran my thumb up and down the entrance of her pussy for several passes, flicking her clit when I was at the top of her vagina. She was wet as could be, and her clit was pronounced. I knew I could make her come in an instant; she was like a ticking time bomb. I flattened my tongue and started at the bottom of her cunt, and slowly licked my way up until the tip of my tongued flicked her clit. Then I pulled all of her meat into my mouth and sucked her clit like it was a nipple.

She exploded, grabbing my head and pushing me further into her, her abundant juices bathing my face. I released her labia and clit from my mouth and drove my tongue up inside her as deep as it would go, getting her off again, or prolonging the first orgasm, it was hard to tell.

As she came down, I slowed my pace and removed her panties altogether. Being sensitive to her recent orgasm, I laid off her clit and continued licking and sucking around her labia and inside her cunt. I inserted a finger and wiggled it around, then added a second, and pulled my head back to watch my fingers sliding in and out of her.

I looked up at Amanda's face, which was laid back on the pillows with her mouth open. She must have sensed me looking, because she raised her head and looked at me, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.

"That feels so good," she said. "Don't stop, please."

I removed my fingers from her for a moment and maneuvered her legs so that the soles of her feet were resting on my shoulders, and she was as open and exposed to me as one could possibly get. Using both my hands, I spread her labia wide open so that I could expose her whole vagina, and with her pussy wide open, I dove back in with my mouth and assaulted her with my tongue once again.

Amanda had her fingers in my hair, and as she approached another orgasm, her grip got tighter until she was now pulling MY hair. I moved my right hand away from her pussy and began to tickle her asshole with my index finger, slowly working the tip, then up to the first knuckle, into her asshole.

This proved to be the last straw, because within another few seconds she was coming again, forcing my face into her wide-open pussy and my nose up against her clit. Amanda squeezed her thighs around my head and groaned through another orgasm.

When she came down, her body completely relaxed, her legs flopping down onto the bed. I had promised to eat her pussy til she passed out, and I felt like I was close.

I started to go back at her, but she grabbed my head again and said, "No, no more please. Fuck me, please."

Fortunately, I was hard again (I was getting to the age where my normal fifteen-minute recovery was starting to be more like twenty or thirty minutes), so I moved up and rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy lips, up and down and swirling it around her meaty labia. Her legs were open wide, her fantastic tits standing firm and heaving while she waiting for me to enter her.

"Please," she cried. "Make love to me, now. Please."

She was desperate to be loved, and I could feel the conflict in the way she spoke and the look on her face. Part of her wanted to be loved and cherished, while the other part of her needed to be used and abused. At the moment the former was in command, so I granted her wish and made love to her.

I sunk my cock into her deeply, leaning down to kiss her and bite her lips while I thrust in and out in a steady rhythm. Amanda's legs were spread wide, her feet in the air as she moved them back and forth to generate as much friction as she could on her clit.

Amanda moved her lips to my ears and whispered, "Your cock is so big. I love it. I've wanted to tell you that since the first time you shoved it down my throat all those years ago."

I replied, "Thank you, and I love your body. Those tits of yours are unbelievable and you are sexy as hell."

I leaned back and put her feet flat against my chest. Those red toenails were teasing me, and I slowly brought a foot to my mouth and kissed her pretty toes, momentarily putting my tongue between her big toe and number two.

"Ooohh that tickles," she giggled.

I continued with this, and then sucked her big toe into my mouth.

"Oh my God, that's so hot," she said in a throaty whisper. "Fuck me."

I grabbed the back of her thighs and leaned forward, increasing the pace with which I was fucking her. She moved her legs to my shoulders and grabbed my ass, silently urging me to pound her even harder. I could feel her nails digging into my skin, deeper and deeper as she approached another orgasm.

"I'm going to come," I said. "You want my cum in your pussy?"

"Oh yes, please, Oh God I'm coming too. Please come in me. Oh God yes."

She let loose with another orgasm, and I forced myself as deep into her as I could go, leaning down to kiss her as she was practically folded in half.

I pulled out and, as I had done before, moved up and straddled her head so she could clean off my cock and suck the last drops of cum out of me, although this time the move was done with loving, rather than abusive, intent. Amanda looked into my eyes as she consumed the last of my cum. I moved off of her and kissed her deeply, then rolled over next to her.

By now it was almost 8:00 pm, and we were both starving. I excused myself to my room and we agreed to meet in the hotel bar for a drink and a quick bite to eat. I popped a blue miracle and packed a small bag with some items I always travel with, and we met in the bar.

As we sat and had dinner, Amanda slipped off her sandal and ran her red toes up and down my leg, and at one point reached over the feel the growing bulge in my pants.

She whispered in my ear, "Your cum is dripping out of me. Feel it," as she guided my hand under her sun dress.

She had no underwear on, and her pussy was indeed slick with my cum and her moisture. I stuck a finger in her and wiggled it around, pulled it out and stuck it in her mouth. There was little doubt what we were doing, and the few people in the bar area were watching intently.

Amanda did me one better, spreading her legs and reaching her hand down to finger herself, then bringing up her wet, cum-filled fingers and sticking them in MY mouth. I sucked the delicious moisture off of her fingers and my cock strained against my shorts.

A moment later, and man in a suit came over and asked that we clean it up or leave, there had been a complaint. I laughed and threw two hundred dollar bills on the bar to the delight of our bartender, and we left the bar and took the nearest stairs back to her room.

As soon as the door to her room closed, I pivoted again. Amanda turned to kiss me, but I pushed her away.

"Get the fuck away from me you slut," I yelled. "Fucking cock tease, playing with your wet pussy in public. What kind of a whore are you?!"

I pushed her toward the bed.

"Fuck you, asshole?" she yelled in response.

"Shut up cunt," I answered.

I walked up to her and grabbed the collar of her dress and ripped it off of her, leaving her naked without a bra or underwear on. She covered her breasts with her arms, but I moved them away forcefully.