"She was fucking amazing," Dan was saying. "I wanted to find a way to thank you properly for sharing her with me, so here it is. You're going to the conference in Edinburgh next month and staying in the exec suite; and -" here he paused significantly and gave an exaggerated, Sid James wink "- you can take a guest."
Graham grinned widely and high-fived his boss. Everyone wanted Edinburgh. The hotel was incredible - and it was three days off work. Tabi had earned him this reward by fucking his boss and transparently loving it, and he couldn't wait to share it with her. He sent her a text: "Block out the week of the 9th in your diary. We're going to Edinburgh."
. . .
Tabi was beside herself with excitement. At eighteen years old, this was a week of firsts for her. She had never been to Scotland; she had never been away with Graham, or, indeed, stayed in a hotel with a man; she had never shared a bed with him for more than a night at a time; she had never, she thought wryly, told her mother quite so many lies. Now, here she was in a first class train compartment at Graham's firm's expense. She had packed and dressed carefully for the five-day break (he had laughed at the size of her bag, asking why she thought she was going to need any clothes) and today she was wearing nothing but a short, cream bodycon dress, made from some textured fabric, and high-heeled tan gladiator sandals that buckled up around her firm, tanned calves to her knees.
Graham watched her, amused. They hadn't even crossed the border and already her pupils were hugely dilated and she was quivering with suppressed sexual excitement. The fabric of the dress continually grazed her bra-less nipples so they stood to attention, and the vibration of the train stimulated her clit and kept her in a perpetual state of arousal. She thought she could smell her leaking pussy and that everyone else in the compartment must be able to as well. Rarely at a loss for words, Tabi was silent. Graham, who had had his secretary just before leaving the office and therefore had no urgent need for relief, was nevertheless sorely tempted to fuck her in the toilet; but decided it would be more fun to make her wait but keep her on the edge. He amused himself by inching his fingers up her inner thigh under her skirt but just stopping short of her pussy-lips, feeling the goosebumps rising on her soft flesh and the burning heat radiating from her needy cunt.
By the time, hours later, they reached Waverley Station, she was fairly climbing the walls. He found a cab and, in the guise of guiding her into the back seat, cupped her arse cheek in his palm. Once inside, he finally fingered her hot, wet pussy while simultaneously making conversation with the Asian cabbie. Tabi, gripped by pent-up lust, squirmed helplessly, her tight passage gripping his probing fingers as she reached a shuddering, screaming orgasm, watched in the rear-view mirror by the impressed driver. At the hotel, Graham thrust a large banknote into his hand and took the cabbie's business card, then unzipped Tabi's dress, pushing it off her shoulders to free her breasts which bounced into view, taut and springy with hard, swollen peaks, and invited him to take his tip. The cabbie's big hands kneaded and squeezed her tender, sensitive titflesh as she leaned through his window, Graham's hard-on pressing into her backside and preventing her from backing away. The man sucked on her tits one at a time and then bit down so hard that she squealed and would have pushed him away had Graham not caught her forearms and pulled them behind her, thrusting her nipple deeper into the stranger's mouth. She howled, juices gushing down her inner thighs as his teeth bruised her.
Graham refastened her dress before they went into the hotel lobby, but her erect nipples still strained against the cream fabric, so wet with the cabbie's saliva that the material grew transparent where it touched them. As they checked in, the male receptionist's eyes were glued to Tabi's chest and he wrestled with the tongue-twisting challenge of welcoming Mr Swann and Miss Nichols without an unfortunate Freudian slip. Graham declined the offer of help with their bags and in the lift, as he kissed her, peeled off Tabi's dress so she walked down the hall to their suite naked except for her sandals. Her inner thighs, he saw, were slick and glistening and her swollen labia were pinkly visible beneath her waxed mound.
Inside the room, he dropped his trousers and positioned her on all fours on the huge bed, slamming into her sopping twat from behind.
. . .
An hour later, Tabi was soaking in the huge bath tub, sipping from a large champagne flute as Graham Skyped Dan. He wandered in to the bathroom, wearing a hotel bathrobe, and perched on the lid of the toilet.
"Say hi to Dan," he said.
Tabi smiled at Graham's boss's face on the iPad screen, pushing wet strands of hair away from her face.
"Hey sweetheart," said Dan. "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"
"Yes, thank you," replied Tabi, the champagne warming her from the inside heightening the flush from the hot water. "It's awesome." She stretched luxuriously, setting her glass down, and the movement lifted the tips of her breasts above the surface of the bathwater, streams of water cascading down their smooth slopes, marred slightly by tooth marks. Dan groaned in arousal.
"I wish I could fuck you right now," he said, bluntly. "Will you masturbate for me?"
Tabi grinned and her torso sank beneath the water again as her knees bent and she planted the soles of her feet on the rim of the tub, her thighs spread wide. She sucked the fingers of her right hand and used her index and little fingers to spread her outer labia wide, displaying the gleaming pink flesh of her pussy. With her middle finger she caressed her wet inner labia and traced circles around her clitoris. Her head fell back, her long hair floating around her face, her eyes closing and her lips parting. Her pink tongue flickered between her small white teeth to moisten her dry lips and she moaned, enjoying her own exhibitionism.
Dan and Graham both gripped their cocks in furiously-moving fists as they watched her get herself off.
"Cum for me, baby," Dan begged.
She panted and gasped as her middle finger worked at her nub then slipped inside her pussy, pumping in and out before emerging glistening with thick juice. She added a second finger and both men groaned at the wet, sucking sounds her cunt made as her fingers sawed in and out of her. Her left hand kneaded her breast and tweaked the engorged nipple as her right worked between her legs, then trailed up her body, smearing lubricating juices in its wake, to her mouth and disappeared inside.
Watching her sucking her fingers clean of her own secretions as she met his eyes on the screen was too much for Dan, who came explosively into his own hand, and for Graham, who said abruptly, "Sorry, mate, got to go," before terminating the call and lifting Tabi, dripping and shuddering as her climax built, from the tub and carrying her through to the bed, where he dropped her onto a huge, fluffy towel.
"Hadn't you better call your boyfriend?" he asked her, passing her her phone and shucking off his robe.
Tabi obediently selected Jack's number from her contacts list and set the phone to hands-free. As Graham crawled between her legs and forced them wide he heard his son's voice say, "Hi, Tab. Miss you, babe."
"Hi," Tabi replied, her breath catching as Graham blew gently on her swollen pussy-lips and then forced the tip of his tongue between them.
Jack was still talking, but his words were a meaningless babble. Finally, his focus shifted from himself to her and she realised an answer was called for: "What've you been up to?"
