Rita Hyman had a tired look as she sat down at the head table. It had been a hell-of-a-year. At one point, she had worked twenty-two days straight. Tonight, she would receive the Million Dollar Trophy for being the top real estate salesperson in all of Virginia for Century 21. Fred Atwater, her boss, was to make the presentation. There was no doubt that she was the Rainmaker for their little, six-agent office. No only had she had a wonderful year, with her twenty-eight sales, but she had shared leads that she did not have time to handle with the other agents. They all loved her for that, you can be sure.
As Fred droned on with his prepared speech, Rita had a bemused smile on her face. She wondered what the reaction would be of the fifty agents if she told the truth when asked, as she expected to be; So that we can be better salesperson, please tell us what you believe to be the secret of your tremendous success?
She thought that she should stand on a table, while explaining," I heard a rumor that Farnsworth Pharmaceutical was buying land to the North of Roanoke for a new headquarters and manufacturing plant. I flew to Newark, New Jersey. After a brief meeting with the relocation officer, Mr. Mark Goldstein, we retired to his downtown apartment. That was on a Friday afternoon. Between then and Sunday night, he fucked me at least forty different ways. (Now lifting her skirt and lowering her panties and thrusting her hips forward.) So, you see, the secret to my success is this, my pussy. In exchange for the use of my pussy for the last year, Mr. Goldstein has forwarded to me the names of those to be transferred before they even knew it.
The fact is, of course, that her contacts just got her foot in the door. She had worked her butt off, sometimes working from six AM until midnight. She would meet the couples at the airport, and stay with them until they flew back to Newark.
When Fred finished his speech, and presented her with the trophy, Rita gave a short acceptance speech. Its theme was that the Century 21 system, and national advertising was the reason for her success.
The award came after a dinner. Most of the attendees would now retire to the hotel lounge. The rest of the evening would be spent drinking and flirting, with the men agents doing their best to bed a female agent.
Rita thought to herself. I am going to get laid. I just don't give a damn who does the honors. She walked up to the bartender, a not too bad looking college kid making a few bucks. "How about a Screwdriver...double?"
"Gee, lady, I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to make doubles."
Rita's eyes met his. No man meeting Rita said to himself, hey this is a hot girl. Instead they thought, Hmm, full bore woman. I would like to bed that. Take her home to Momma, if I could.
Sweetly, she said, "I need a double." She got a double. By the time that she was on her third double, she was not seeing too well, and had to blink a lot. Unsteady on her feet, she sought out a small table in the corner. Carl Lane, an agent she had met before from Lynchburg, forty miles to the East of Roanoke, joined her at the table. Rita thought, well finally. Damn men fumble-fuck around coming on to me. Might just as well speed things up.
Knowing that Carl had a room at the hotel for the night, she said, "Carl, I'm too drunk to drive home. Could I go lie down in your room for a couple hours."
Carl, who had been playing the role that he was politely just chatting with her, while in his heart was hoping that some miracle would happen so that he could bed her, just once, got a shocked look on his face, like a man who just won the Lotto. When he looked Rita in the eye, he saw no blinking, no indication that she did not fully intend to let him have his way with her. "I'm ready to go now," she added to drive the point home.
As they rode up in the elevator, Carl stood looking at Rita. He wanted to take off her dress now so that he could see those tits. They had to be real hangers.
Rita, let her eyes cast over Carl, as she wondered, I hope that he has a nice cock? She would soon find out. One guy she had fucked, sent down to Roanoke from Newark, had a little four inch cock. She smiled to herself. She had come twice with him.
Carl's room was like a million other hotel rooms. "I have to pee," she said.
When she came out naked, Carl was naked, sitting on the bed with a hard on.
Rita thought it to be funny that no two men have cocks that appear the same, just like faces. His was small at the end, very fat in the middle, and had a bend to the right of forty degrees.
"Ha, ha. Does your cock have a bend so that it can see around corners?"
"My wife says that I got it caught in a door chasing some woman."
Carl stared at Rita standing there before him. She had a dark tan, which made the lower half of her breasts covered by her bathing suit stand out like white beacons, as did the white triangle around her black bush. There was something very sensual about her breasts. They hung low, but stood out proud and full. Carl correctly guessed that she had never had a child, which brought a smile to his face thinking of her tight pussy, that would be the holder of his cock for much of the night.
Rita, tired as she was, as well as drunk, was not in the mood for long foreplay, or anything fancy.
"Here is the play, Carl. I don't need any licking, or fondling. I am ready now. I don't feel like giving you oral sex, or going doggy. Let me lie on my back. You climb on and put your bender in me. Do me as long, hard, and fast as you want. If I fall asleep, roll me on my back and do me again. I am horny and am in the mood for sex."
"I don't believe you? Are you real? I'm lucky to get it once a week at home."
"I'm real, Carl. I like my sex. Oh, did I see a vodka bottle in the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Mind if I have some?"
"Certainly."
Rita got it and returned to the bed. She unscrewed the top. She took a last long look at Carl, her eyes boldly locking on his. Then she upended the bottle, drinking from it until a third was gone. She handed the bottle to Carl. "If you keep me supplied with vodka, you can fuck me until Sunday."
She lie back, as her legs opened wide to accept his body. Her hand guided his bender to her waiting slit. A push. Carl had entered the gates of heaven. A second push. Rita joined him. Carl, an intelligent man, savored it all; the fragrance of her perfume, how her body supported his, how her pussy, so small, so tight, gripped his throbbing cock. She was more woman than he had ever known before. Who did she belong to, if anyone?
It also dawned on him that to have won the award, she must have earned over one hundred thousand dollars last year. This was no tramp that he was fucking.
Rita interrupted his thoughts as she moaned and twisted as her body responded to an orgasm. She took his head in her hands and kissed him full on the lips.
"Bender is doing a good job down there," she whispered.
Soon, she came again, as did Carl. "I have to pee," she announced. Walking to the bathroom, she turned to say, slurring her words with drunken speech, "I'll wash my cookie, so that it is ready for more of you."
Just before getting back onto the bed, she took another long swig from the bottle.
