Hi I'm Liz and I'm 31 years old. I work in a local school as a secretary / finance officer. At Easter we had a new head teacher start work at the school. His name's John and he is 45 years old. We soon established a very good working relationship. At the end of the first week of the new term in September he informed me that there was a conference / training course on office management and finance taking place and was designed to assist in the introduction of new financial systems. He told me the course was on Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning in two weeks time and was to take place in Birmingham. He said I needed to attend along with him because the new financial systems would be introduced in April. He also said that an overnight stay on the Monday night would be required and did I mind. I told him that that would be no problem.
On the Monday we travelled to Birmingham and checked into the the hotel, the venue for the conference. We had lunch with some other delegates and spent time in seminars and practical computer sessions during the afternoon, finishing at about six o'clock. I met John to go for an evening meal at seven. We had a drink with other delegates in the bar before enjoying a nice meal. After eating most people returned to the bar and informal socialising took place with chat over a couple of drinks. I had never seen John in an informal setting before and he was quite the centre of attention. At about ten thirty John and I were two of the few left in the bar and we decided to call it a night. Both John and I had rooms on the tenth floor so we made our way to the lift. In the lift John stood on the opposite side to me and I could tell he was just looking at my face. Before reaching our floor I said "What's so interesting about my face? What are you thinking?"
"Nothing just private thoughts."
"Come on you can tell me."
"Not really." The lift came to a halt on our floor. As the doors opened I stood between them blocking John's exit.
"I'm not moving until you tell me."
"No."
"We could be here all night, go on tell me." The drink had probably made me a little more relaxed to be talking to my boss this way.
"O.K then. I was pondering what your face looks like when you cum." I was taken totally off guard by this remark and John could clearly see this. "You look surprised, but you did ask. I hope I haven't upset you but last term I overheard a conversation you were having with Maggie (the other worker in the office), you were discussing me. When she asked you what you thought of me you replied that you 'certainly wouldn't kick me out of bed'. I've been thinking about that comment ever since and realised that you would have had to be asked into bed before you could be kicked out. I've been thinking about it again all day."
I didn't say anything. I knew what he was suggesting and my head was in a spin what with the situation and having consumed a little drink. I led the way along the corridor, towards my room, I opened the door and in an instant I had reached behind me, caught hold of Johns hand and was leading him behind me into my room. I moved forward and heard the door click shut behind us. "You've invited me into your room are you inviting me into your bed?" I heard John's voice questioning behind me. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"I've been married for five years and nothing like this has ever happened before."
"There is always a first time and don't worry everything will be alright I'll take care of you."
"I don't know if I want this."
"I think you do. You wouldn't have let me in if you didn't." I felt him move closer "We can move as slow as you want," he whispered close to my ear. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. "It's not wrong for you to enjoy pleasure, just relax. I promise I'll fuck you nice and slow, if you'll let me, and we won't do anything that you don't like." I felt his tongue lick gently at my earlobe and could hear the sound of his breathing in my ear "I want to make you feel good." I felt his arms circling me as his hands came up and softly cupped and squeezed each breast through my dress. I gave out a feint sigh. "There that wasn't so bad was it, I think you liked it. Do you want me to continue?"
"Mmmm," I responded, biting my lip; still not clear in my head as to what to say.
"Good," he said softly but quite firmly, taking charge. "I'm going to fuck you until I make you cum. Do you want me to wear protection?"
"I...I....I'm not sure," I said nervously still not having thought clearly.
"If we do it without I think it will be far more enjoyable for both of us."
"O.K then." I consented and with that he released my boobs and walked past me. He took my hand and led me further into the room.
"The beds in these hotels are nice and large for playing around on. Is there anything special you'd like me to do with you?"
"No, just be gentle and take it slow." I knew his questioning seemed a little cold and practical but he asked in such a kind and tender way. He just wanted to know my likes and it helped put me at ease.
"Well be a lot more comfortable without our clothes. Can I help you with your dress?"
"Thank you."
It wasn't long before John had reached the stage of removing my panties leaving me in only my white hold up stockings. "Will you leave your stockings on?
"Of course if that's what you'd like."
"Go and lie down, I'll join you in a minute," he said as he started undressing himself. I moved towards the bed and made myself comfortable lying down on my back. I was beginning to gain a little more composure, although I was still a little dazed by what was happening. John came over to the bed. He was standing looking down at me "You look better than I ever imagined."
"Come to bed."
"Is that my invitation?"
"I suppose it is." John clambered onto the bed kneeling at the side of me. His hands reached out and lightly brushed over my breasts.
"Your tits look gorgeous."
"I think they're too small."
"Not for me they're not. I prefer small firm tits and yours with those long thin nipples look fantastic. Your little tits were something that attracted me from my first meeting with you. They even distracted my attention a couple of times during my interview as you sat there taking notes. Let's not talk about them as I'm sure they'd prefer to be given some attention."
"I'm sure they would." John lowered his head and sticking out his tongue he circled it around my right nipple before sucking it into his warm mouth licking it and gently nipping it with his teeth. It sent a sharp little quiver through my stomach, I was enjoying this. He transferred his attention to my left nipple, repeating his action, whilst rolling my right one between his thumb and finger. He then began rolling and tweaking both of them. "They're so long and hard, you're clearly quite an excited lady already. I'd love to have a taste of your pussy; will you be happy to suck my dick at the same time?"
"I love having my pussy eaten and sucking you is no problem." I replied as John raised himself on top of me and adjusted his position to facilitate a 69. He was squatting over my face and his fairly long and ample looking circumcised cock was hanging down towards me. I could see clearly that his balls were shaved clean of pubic hair; they looked rather small in comparison to the size of his cock. John had reached down and pulled my knees up towards him. Sliding his hands down the inside of my thighs he manoeuvred my legs underneath his arms pulling them further towards him."
"Is that comfortable for you?
"Its fine, my pussy feels so exposed like this."
"Is that a problem?"
"No."
"Good! Your pussy is so neatly trimmed. In my mind I'd expected to find a very bushy snatch, it's funny what we picture in our minds."
"Have you been picturing me then?"
"Many times." I felt Johns hands either side of my pussy slowly pulling me more open. "Wonderfully pink and wet." John lowered his head and I felt his tongue touch me in that area between bum and pussy. He dragged it back along the whole length just flicking my clit as it completed its journey. He continually repeated this action. It felt wonderful. I decided to take a little action myself. I reached out and caught hold of John's cock with both hands. I started stroking and pulling on his rapidly hardening length. My first assumptions were right he was long and quite fat a good deal longer and fatter than my husband. I stuck out my tongue and began licking his head before allowing it to enter my mouth. I slid his cock further into my mouth until it felt comfortable. He was not all in by any means and he made no effort to make me take more. I began sucking and licking his cock and he began pushing it in and out of my mouth, but never working beyond my comfort zone. In the meantime he had started to explore my love hole pushing his tongue as far up me as he could and wiggling it about. He then started to concentrate on my clit. His tongue began circling all over it. I then felt his fingers working at the side. "Yes that's it your hard little nub is sticking right out from its hood," he said before gently easing it between his lips and licking it. This was incredible. I released his cock from my mouth.
"Oh shit! John! You're making me cum!" I screamed and my body began shaking as an incredible climax ripped through me. John continued to suck my clit but was getting gentler as I eased down from the incredible explosion in my tummy. John released my clit and slowly pulled my pussy open with his hands.
"Wow Liz, you're so wet baby, you let a lot of juice go then."
"It's down to you, you made me do it." I informed him as I felt his tongue once again probing my love hole and lapping up my cum.