So this is the first story I have written that is a request from someone who contacted me on here! They challenged me to write a messy, messed up dirty story involving a stranger hook up! I hope I achieved this! Please be aware this story contains some very strong themes and some very messy play. Please check out the tags at the end before reading if you don't like messy play! Anyway enjoy!
Twice a year her company sent her to a conference. Three days of corporate meetings, wining and dining and getting to know boring people all for the good of the company. The plus side was that it was three nights in a top rated hotel with all food paid for and swanky room with a big bed to stay in.
By the final night though Ruby had become thoroughly bored and like everyone else hit the bar for one last night of drinking. It was same usual routine twice a year listening to boring work talk. She was good at her job and always impressed at conferences but by the last night she needed a release. Every night most of the people at the conference had a drink or two at the bar but on the last night the majority let their hair down and have a big drinking session.
Some people still used this night as a way of old school networking or in the case of some macho bravado but Ruby saw the final night as something different. This was a night where she could use all of her charms and the occasion to indulge in a little fun. Her idea of a little fun wasn't the same as most peoples though. Sure lots of people at conferences hook up for a quick drunken fuck but Ruby always wanted more than that. She always wanted to indulge in her darkest desires.
A quick fuck was easy to find at these events but that never satisfied her urges. The middle management 50 plus married guys desperately lusting after her and trying to chat her up did nothing for her. She preferred to find her own man and picked her victims wisely.
She ordered a vodka and orange at the bar and scanned the room. It was starting to thin out about now as it was just gone 10pm. The only ones left in the bar were mostly the hardcore drinkers and those still hanging on for a last minute business deal. She spotted a well groomed man in his late thirties come up to the other end of the bar. She eyed him for awhile before deciding to go and speak to him.
"Good conference?" She asked him standing close to him to make him jump a little.
"Erm yes I guess." He nervously replied.
"It's always good to get to the last night and have a few drinks and unwind isn't it?" She said smiling at him.
"Erm yes it is. Do I know you?"
"No but I've seen you the last three days. I'm part of the PFS investment team." She smiled at him again.
"Ah yes I remember a very popular presentation." He replied smiling back at her.
"Is this your first conference?" She asked him.
"Yes it is. I'm new with my company, I work for..."
"Let's not talk about work!" She cut him off abruptly.
"It's the last night everyone can unwind and some of us can let out hair down. Come on let's get some more drinks."
Her confidence had shaken this man. He had no idea who she was and here she was ordering a bottle of champagne and glasses for the pair of them. She knew exactly what she was doing though. He had a nice body and kept himself neat and tidy and had a look about him that she could wrap him around her little finger. They made idle chat as they drank their way through the champagne bottle.
"This is my fifth year doing this conference, that's ten conferences in total! It gets awfully lonely spending three nights on your own in a hotel room don't you think?"
"Ermm yeh it does I guess." He replied wondering where this was leading to.
"Still it's nice to get to know new people isn't it. Especially after a few drinks."
She shifted in her chair showing more of her legs. She noticed him glance down a little longer at her legs. She moved one of her legs a little more so it just ever so briefly showing a bit of her lace stocking top. She knew he would look, they always did.
"So are you married?"
"No I'm single, what about you?" He replied desperately not trying to look at either her legs or cleavage.
"Single aswell...a coincidence eh!" She laughed. "It's good to keep some company isn't it."
She leaned in closer to him.
"I like to get to know new people." She whispered in his ear putting one hand on his thigh.
"What it is you want from me? Who are you?" He replied nervously.
"I want you. In my room. Don't worry I'm not a hooker, I'm not going to scam you!" She laughed.
"And I know you want me aswell, I've seen you looking at me cleavage and my legs. I bet you've been wondering if I'm wearing stockings aren't you?" She continued as she gave a quick look around and then let her dress slide up one leg a bit showing off the full stocking top and a bit of her bare thigh.
She had gone in for the kill, so brazen in her actions but she keep they would work. Her hand wander across his thigh to his crotch. He looked around nervously but no one was paying any attention as her hand glided over his trousers and felt his erection straining against the material.
"Everyone has fantasies you know. What are yours?" She purred into his ear.
"Ermm sorry what?" Was all he could nervously reply.
"Fantasies darling. Go on what would you like to do with me? Your cock tells me you want to do something with me!" She whispered in his ear squeezing his erection again.
"I want to fuck you." He finally blurted out.
"Is that all?!" She laughed, "Which hole do you want to fuck? All of them?"
"Yes all of them." He blushed.
"Even my tight arsehole?"
"Yes." Was his quiet reply.