PART III: RELEASE THE SLUT
CHAPTER EIGHT: CLIENT MEETING
I got another very familiar request to see Mr. Woodburn in his office. The request is always cryptic and vague. I, of course, know what will probably transpire. The meeting with him may be about some business issue regarding a client, present or potential, or a current account issue. Or, the meeting might only be that he wants to see me because that is what will always be a significant part of any meeting in his office … seeing me. And very often … a lot more.
As I approached his office door at the appointed time, I saw it open and Director Mary Borden exiting with a final ‘thank you’ spoken back into the office. As she turned, “Miss James, just wanted to say you did a marvelous job presenting your account strategy last week at the Board Meeting. I also wanted to let your boss know how I felt.” She glanced at Trudy who was watching the exchange closely but discretely. The Director winked at me, “And, I look forward to seeing you, again.” I was blushing and I knew it and I knew Trudy would be picking up on it, too.
“Thank you, Ms. Borden. It was my pleasure to be at the service of the Board.” I figured I might as well add my own piece of a double meaning to the discussion. This time it was she who blushed under her white blouse.
I winked back at her and put my hand on the doorknob while glancing at Trudy who was gazing with interest back and forth between me and the retreating Director.
Inside the office, I strip out of my business suit. The jacket, blouse, and skirt finding themselves placed on the clothes tree at the side of the office before I took my place again in from of Mr. Woodburn in my jewelry, thigh-high stockings, and heels. I was getting to the point of enjoying this nudity in the office as much as he was in having me do it. The idea of being naked in the office was a huge turn-on. And, I knew what it did to him and I was always assured of sucking his marvelous cock or being fucked in one of my holes by it.
After I sat, again exaggerating my motion as I crossed my legs, he described the conversation with Mary Borden. He found it quite interesting. On the one hand, he was intrigued and pleased, but on the other hand, he was concerned. She made small talk with business and the accounts we had outlined to the Board. He chuckled.
“Imagine … she was using business for small talk to get around to what she wanted to talk about.”
She confessed to her enjoyment of both what happened at the Board Meeting and at the dinner afterward. She was most interested in the dog fucking. She hadn’t remembered being so turned on by a single act. She then went on to inform him that she had approached me about meeting outside of the office and business.
I relayed to him what had transpired between us that night and how I had approached her outside the house. When she had called the other night, I had the sense I was being asked out on a date, but one that would be free of emotional entanglements. My thoughts were that our activity had opened in her a renewed desire for fulfilling sexual contact and I might be a safe place to find it.
He was watching me intently, then, “I told her she didn’t need to pass this by me. You are both adults and can establish whatever relationships you mutually seek.”
“I told her the same thing. I’m surprised she came to you.”
He shrugged, “It could simply be that business relationships are complex with layers of hierarchy, responsibility, friendships, etc. I suspect it was merely giving me the respect that she contacted my employee directly so there wouldn’t be misunderstandings.” He gazed at my breasts, but this time I didn’t think he was seeing them as much as his eyes settled on them as he thought something over. “It opens up a concern I do have, though.” I raised my eyebrows for him to continue. “I wouldn’t want the Board to think they can just contact you for a night or moment of sexual relief.”
“Thank you, Sir. I was concerned about her comfort with what happened after the dinner and so I reached out to her.” I giggled, “After everything that had happened she thought it was outrageous that I was naked in the driveway in front.” He smiled, too. Probably wishing he had seen that himself. “I guess I kind of opened the door for her to contact me if she wanted.” He nodded. He understood and it wasn’t any of his business except the concern he felt. I thanked him for that. I smiled at him and would have attacked him right there for his concern and care he has shown me while at the same time having me as his slut. I might have, but … his phone beeped.
He listened a moment, then, “Thank you, Trudy.” He looked at me with a smile. “Tell her we need two minutes.” Turning his full attention to me, “Mary is back. The delay will allow Trudy to believe you are getting dressed.”
“You want her to see our arrangement?” Then I shrugged. She was one of the Directors on his Board and the past meetings probably wouldn’t have any of them surprised by anything, any longer.
When he stood to open the door for her personally, I was surprised by his mischievous nature coming out. I was also surprised by her calmness as she stepped into the office. She looked at me still in the chair, but she spoke loudly enough for Trudy to overhear as the door closed, “Sorry for the interruption, Miss James.”
Once she was seated in the chair next to me, she gazed at my naked body. “I had a feeling you two had something like this going on and I had to see for myself.”
Mr. Woodburn described our office arrangement. She was delighted. “You are such a sexy woman, Tina. I can’t wait for tonight.” She rose from the chair, bent over me and kissed me on the lips of my upturned, expectant face. She then winked at Mr. Woodburn as she moved to the door. With her hand on the knob, “I will leave you to continue with what I am sure is quite erotic.” She was smiling as she walked out. I was imagining what our dinner date tonight would be like and I had a strong sense it would end up at my condo.
Mr. Woodburn got my attention back from my musing.
“Believe it or not, my dear slut, that was not the reason for asking you to come up to my office. I just thought it would be fun.” I refocused on him and was fully aware that my entire body was tingling, my nipples fully erect, and my pussy very well lubricated. I needed a good fucking and I hoped that would be coming after whatever he really wanted to talk to me about.
He told me we had an important client coming in for a meeting tomorrow. The meeting was scheduled for our smaller conference tomorrow after and then dinner with them that night. I nodded my understanding, but he continued to watch me.
“It will be Harold Tenor. Harold is President of …”
“Tenor Industries. A large manufacturer of various home products. The firm is just completing a major upgrade and expansion of one of their facilities.” Mr. Woodburn nodded. I chuckled at his surprised look. “Sorry, I was just reviewing with an associate the status of the account since it had reached completion phase.”
* * * * *
I stepped through the door into the conference room across from Mr. Woodburn’s office. I was preoccupied with another issue my team brought up as I was heading for the elevator. I was surprised to find two men with Mr. Woodburn rather than just the one.
As I approached the conference table, Mr. Woodburn motioned to the man who even looked to be the senior. “Miss James, meet Harold Tenor, President of …”
I jump in as I did the day before, “Tenor Industries. You’re a large manufacturer of various home products. Your firm is just completing a major upgrade and expansion of one of your facilities.”
Mr. Woodburn introduced the other man as Henry Wilson, the CFO of the company. Interesting, both the President and CFO in our conference room. This must be big. After the introductions there were normal moments of small talk as we appraised each other, something is almost a ritual in these business situations as though we were sizing up a physical adversary. In my normal attire for Mr. Woodburn, I had the sense that more of their appraisal might be more my physical impression than any business sense. And, there was nothing wrong with that. It might give us some edge along the way. Harold Tenor was a stout man, well-dressed in a finely tailored three-piece suit. He was maybe early 60’s, balding on top, his hair was becoming quite gray on the sides. He wasn’t much taller than me but weighed considerably more. Henry Wilson was about a decade younger with a full head of hair, which was streaked with gray. His dress wasn’t quite as finely tailored and looked like he had been in it for a while. He was taller and soft.
Mr. Woodburn took over. “I’ve asked Miss James to join us because she is now the primary control of accounts like yours, Harold. As my Executive Accounts Director, I am able to keep these special accounts close to my control.” It was clear these men had at least a good, trusting working relationship. “She can provide the best accounts management support possible and also a personal touch unrivaled to those clients we deem worthy of special … handling.” He smiled at the man and winked at me. The careful opportunities for my services with clients had been slow in developing, but that seemed to be ending. The man’s eyes hadn’t found my face for several minutes as I had removed my jacket before entering the room and unbuttoned an extra button, all at Mr. Woodburn’s direction. His gaze was now fixated on my nipples showing through the thin fabric of my blouse as they uncontrollably were becoming quite erect under his gaze. Mr. Woodburn turned to me, “As you correctly mentioned, Tina, the account we currently have with Tenor Industries has reached the physical completion stage. It is just financial return for us after this. What Harold is here for today is a discussion about the next project, which sounds very similar to this one.”
Tenor hesitated, obviously somewhat distracted, then picked up his narrative, “Yes … yes, our prototype production through the upgrade and expansion shows just the kind of efficiency, quality, and productivity improvements we were hoping for.” He looked at me, then my breasts and down into my lap where he found my crossed legs sliding my short skirt up my thighs. “I came to Charles to open discussion for the second phase, which was to perform an upgrade at our oldest facility. We wouldn’t do an expansion there, there appears to sufficient room if the upgrade of new equipment and processes layout is corrected. As we began negotiating some of the finer details of the account, management, terms, financing, and your firm’s return, he suggested we bring you into the discussion and arrangement. I can see why.” He looked at Mr. Woodburn, a guilty smile trying to form on his mouth but was partially constrained by the businessman not wanting to give away too much.
Before the man could muster too much strength in his business attitude, Mr. Woodburn pressed on, “Harold has agreed to consider a slightly more generous financial arrangement for this next project.” I smiled at them, knowing full well where this was going, but wondering just how much would be coming from me. So far, I had been meeting with a single man or maybe a couple and most often right here in Mr. Woodburn’s office. Taking an extra fraction of interest for a quick blowjob or fuck. This felt like more. This was a large project and “a slightly more generous financial arrangement” could be a very nice bonus for us.
“Harold has a celebration for the completion of the construction phase at the facility and would like our presence.” I nodded, holding his eyes. “After the celebration with the employees, he is taking his senior management group and sales force to an off-sight location for an intense day and a half of motivational work to increase sales to take advantage of the improvements and discuss the next phase of upgrades. After that, as part of the ‘motivation’, he had planned a two-day, one-night chartered cruise from Key West where the meeting would be held back to Miami where everyone would depart for return to their regions.” He smiled at me. There it was.
I ask the obvious question, “You would like to offer my assistance at the sales meeting and cruise?”
“The cruise portion, only, is where I thought you could be most effective.”
I put an eager smile on my face and considered them all. A two-day cruise on a chartered ship and a group of men. This is an interesting expansion of what I have been doing so far …
“Just the cruise”, Mr. Tenor confirmed with a smile. “I want them to be focused on the discussions of the sales meeting.” Mr. Woodburn nods to me. The client continued, “I would like you on-board when everyone else arrives.” Without question, Mr. Woodburn has made it clear how I could be most “effective”.
Mr. Woodburn interrupts, “Miss James, we can discuss the motivation for us to participate.” He turned to the client, “As I said, I wanted Miss James to hear the proposal from you. She and I will discuss our participation and level of such. We need to also look at clearing schedules.” The client nodded his understanding, of course.
Since there was nothing further to be discussed until Mr. Woodburn and I had our opportunity to talk and to verify our existing schedules and what option might be available for rescheduling, that portion of the meeting was concluded. Though Mr. Tenor was uncertain about the next move, Mr. Woodburn wasn’t. He looked at me after a side glance at the other men.
“This is awkward … I promised these gentlemen a nice dinner at my favorite steak restaurant, but it turns out I somehow double-booked tonight with several of my Board of Directors.” I knew that was true because Mrs. Woodburn told me they were going to their favorite seafood restaurant.
I jumped in as was intended, “Not a problem, Sir. I will take good care of them tonight.” I looked over at them, “Do you mind spending much of the evening in my hands, gentlemen?” It was clear by their reaction they understood my double meaning.
* * * * *
I arranged for a limo and driver for the evening. He picked me up at my condo and then to the hotel for the men from Tenor Industries before going to Ruth's Chris Steak House. I had Henry sit in the front while Harold and I sat in the back. The drive was to the outskirts of the city and we discussed many things along the way.
Dinner was excellent, as it always is at Ruth’s, especially when the reservation is made by Mr. Woodburn. Through dinner, Harold probed into the relationship I had with Mr. Woodburn, which I deflected with ease. I explained that I had the trust and confidence of Mr. Woodburn and he allowed me to handle my clients the way I felt they should be handled. I explained that he didn’t ask questions or put limits on me.
Harold suggested going to find a couple drinks somewhere. I noticed that Henry was quite compliant when it came to what Harold wanted, never offering any dissent or argument. It was clear to me that Harold was in charge of the evening so my attention went solely to him while I knew Henry would follow.
We were standing at the restaurant entrance waiting for our limo to arrive from the location the driver was instructed to park. I touched Harold Tenor’s arm and pressed my breasts into his arm, “I have a better idea, Sir. How about we go back to your hotel and order up some room service for wine or drinks? Do we really want a noisy bar environment?”
Back at the hotel, I stopped in the lobby and asked the two men what they preferred to drink. Tenor came back with bourbon and Wilson with scotch. I decided on a Merlot. I stepped up to the registration desk and asked if we could have the order from room service expedited to Tenor’s room.
I then rejoined the men, taking them both by an arm and guided them toward the elevators. While we waited, I turned to them, “Care to make this a little exciting?”
They looked at me, then each other quite confused. I merely turned my back to Tenor and pulled my hair from the back of my dress and exposed the zipper.
“Seriously?”
I looked over my shoulder, “Only if you want, Sir.”
He hesitated and looked around the area in front of the elevators. It was past 10:00 PM and already quiet. What people were moving around were in the lounge near the front of the hotel. Finally, as the elevator dinged its arrival, I felt his stubby fingers on the clasp, then felt the zipper moving down my back. Wilson held the elevator door for us until the zipper was all the way down and Tenor guided me into the chamber. As the door closed, I looked around the enclosure to find highly polished mirrors on the three other walls and equally polished door surfaces. I glanced up at the corners for cameras I was sure were there but couldn’t find.
Tenor pushed the 14th-floor button and the door closed. As it did, the men stood to the sides and watched me expectantly. I shrugged my shoulders forward gapping the material for the dress to slide off my shoulders and drop to my waist. I was naked from the waist up without a bra and the gasp from the men was audible. Without looking at them, I shimmied the dress over my hips and down my thighs until the dress fell in a puddle around my feet.
Wilson surprised me, “Allow me …” He stepped to me and bent over to retrieve the dress and put it over his arm, smiling as his upturned face was level with my bare pussy. I separated my feet at that moment, which caused him to hesitate in standing back up. I moved to Tenor and took him in my arms to kiss him. He returned the kiss and his hands immediately roamed over my bare back and ass, then aggressively move to my breasts. I smiled at him and turned to Wilson who had gallantly retrieved my dress for me. I repeated the kiss for him and found him less aggressive, though his free hand slid down to my hip.
The elevator dinged again to announce the arrival at a floor. I glanced quickly at the indicator to find it was indeed stopping on the 14th floor. I released a nervous breath I was holding. I have found exhibitionism to be thrilling because of the potentiality of being discovered, but actually being discovered might cause embarrassment for the other party, which was the catch-22 of it all.
The two men stood to the side for me to exit first, then Tenor indicated to the right hallway. The men stayed about 10 feet behind me and I enjoyed that, too. I stood calmly in the hallway as Tenor used his keycard to open the door. The men took off their jackets and ties, my dress was draped over one of the chairs as I began kissing the men, again.
Room Service must have been in a separate elevator at the same time because there was a knock on the door and a male voice announced, “Room Service”. The three of us looked at each other, but nobody moved for a moment. I was dripping wet from a combination of knowing what I was intending to do for these men in the name of business only and the exhibitionism so far. I decided to ramp it up a bit more for all of us. I stepped to the door, peeked through the spy-hole, and opened the door for the man with his cart, which he pushed into the room with the six drinks with cellophane wrap over the tops.
He stutter-stepped at the threshold upon seeing me naked and the two dressed men behind me. He tried diverting his eyes but it appeared he was trying to figure out what someone like me was doing with two men like them and following that thought to considering if I was a prostitute or not. He would have no way to determine that but I was confident that might be his assumption and I felt something of a cloud pass over me at the thought of someone thinking I was a prostitute. A cloud I managed to shake off quickly to focus on what I needed to do, ultimately recognizing that in a way I really was in a way prostituting myself but for business instead of money.
We toasted a nice evening so far with the first drinks, but that didn’t last long. The teasing so far had its effect on the men and I recognized all the signs. I put my wine down on the dresser and moved to Tenor and dropped to my knees in front of him. I worked the belt open, then the button on his slacks, then the zipper. I reached inside, stroking my palm up his boxers, feeling his cock underneath already swelling at my touch. My fingers worked the top of his shorts and, pulling the waist down, revealed and grasped his hardening cock. It was a normal cock, nothing like Mr. Woodburn’s. I stroked it several times, feeling it come further into life in my hand. I was focused on his cock. I didn’t look up at him as my head dipped into his lap and my tongue licked up the length of it. I kissed the head, then took it between my lips and sucked the pre-cum forming there. I gave him some satisfied sounds and he responded with groans. I lowered my mouth to his cock and took all of it into my mouth, burying my lips in his pubic hair. He moaned as I played with my throat over the head of his cock, it not quite reaching into my throat like Mr. Woodburn’s.
I sucked his cock hard for several minutes. When I had his cock as hard as it was going to be and I felt it pulse, I slowly pulled back, kissing the head and moved to the side to Wilson.
As I repeated the effort on Wilson, Tenor stood and removed his slacks and, after a moment of consideration, the rest of his clothes. He stood next to me and I stroked his hard cock, occasionally moving my mouth to it before back to Wilson’s. When I had both of the cock hard and ready, I pulled back and looked up at the men.
“How may I satisfy you best, Sirs? In my mouth or … perhaps my pussy? One at a time or together?”
Nothing was said for a moment, so I interjected my own thought, “May I suggest?” They numbly nodded. “Let’s do both at the same time. Mr. Wilson, if you’ll lay yourself against the headboard …”
He did as I directed after quickly shedding his remaining clothes. I crawled up onto the bed after him thinking the reputation of hotel bed covers being a haven for bodily fluids was about to become even truer. With him settled, I crawled onto the bed to him and looked over my shoulder. In a deliciously devious gesture that only I understood I patted my ass for Tenor to come and fuck me. It was a gesture I, of course, used for the dogs.
He followed me onto the bed, the bed moving significantly with his approaching weight. When I felt his hands on my hips, I lowered my head to Wilson’s cock below me. I gasped at the same moment Tenor did on penetrating me and Wilson did as my mouth engulfed his cock. Neither of them was particularly large and maybe barely average if they were. And, they were both very excited by the sounds escaping them, already.
Wilson was passive as I sucked on his cock, my mouth moving up and down taking his length into my mouth. Tenor was far less so. He knelt behind me with his hands on my hips and pulled me onto his cock as he rammed it into my pussy. My ass was sticking up in the air while my chest was on Wilson’s thighs while using one hand to hold his cock and the other rubbing and strumming my clit. I was anticipating the first fuck, if there was to be more tonight, to be quick and I wanted to try to orgasm, too. Nothing stoked a man’s ego like having a woman orgasm while fucking them.
I felt the cock in my mouth pulse, first. I felt his cock swell and pulse in my hand and the head of it jerk in my mouth. I pulled my lips back to the head and sucked hard as it spewed the first cum shot into my mouth. I moaned in satisfaction as I sucked out each of the spurts and then sucked the last remaining bit from his cock head. As he climaxed he went rigid, his hips flexing, pushing his cock into my mouth.
I redoubled my self-manipulation of my clit and felt the cock in my pussy get jammed deep into my pussy, then feeling it pulse and loud gasps and groans come from the man as he leaned over my back and thrust his hips into mine, his cock as deep as it would go into my pussy as it spewed its own seed into me.
At the same time, my orgasm, stimulated by the men and my own efforts, crashed over me with verbal and physical evidence as my moans and gasps joined theirs and my back arched into the man pressed against me.
I would resume sucking their cocks in moments to recharge them, but for the moment we were all relaxing with our other drink. They showed no indication of calling it a night, though they were less than dynamic, which I put off to it not being their normal activity when they traveled and that was a good sign about the men, I thought.
“Harold”, I ventured for diversion, “out of curiosity, how many others will be on the ship for the two-day cruise?”
“The cruise ship is small having a passenger capacity of 16 people, but I expect only 12 at the most. The ship’s crew is also a dozen, both men and women. Although nudity will be allowed on the main deck, it would won’t be in the bar or restaurant.” He seemed a bit embarrassed about continuing but finally did. “They cannot allow any sexual activity anywhere but in the staterooms. That is partly for the comfort of the crew members. We have two women in the group and we need to handle this entire thing with discretion so nobody is offended, feeling forced, manipulated, or intimidated. We will approach each person privately and offer three alternatives without prejudice. They can participate fully recognizing you will be present and available; they can be on board but not participate; or, they can stay in the hotel for two days of free vacation.” He watched me. “Knowing the staff, I am expecting nine to be on board and fully participate. The others will remain at the hotel.” He smiled, “But, as I said, it could be as many as 12.”
I smiled to myself. As I had considered all along, larger groups were much harder for clients to effectively manage in our country’s current sexual harassment climate than smaller groups or individuals when it came to this activity. Mr. Woodburn and the Board also understood that even if we were mere participants, any harassment blowback could encompass us as well.
While the men continued to talk, I eased myself back to my knees and my mouth over one soft cock before shifting to the other. I felt Tenor’s hand on my head and a gasp from his mouth as my mouth fully took his cock back in. They tried to continue their conversation until they were only talking about my skill in sucking cock and what position the men might want to fuck in next. It was suggested that he could have me bent over the table, lying on the table, or me in his lap doing all the work. The discussion of positions seemed to have the desired effect of increasing their arousal and each cock was again strengthening in my mouth as I moved back and forth.
Tenor chose to bend me over the little table in the room and I wasn’t surprised by the choice. It was the most dominant position and these men, willing to risk themselves and money for moments of pleasure, were men prone to a desire to dominate, control, and use.
Wilson came around in front of me and presented his hard cock to my mouth. I kissed the head and accepted it into my mouth. Leaned over the table top, legs spread wide, I felt Tenor place his cock on my pussy and move it up and down my lips, spreading my lips and coating his cock with the juices from our last fuck. I heard him gasp as he slipped his cock into me from behind and it sent a thrill through me to bring such a response unsolicited from him. He pushed his hips forward until his cock was fully inside me, his hips against my butt, and he held himself there for a moment. I felt the man’s hands on my hips, then his cock head moving in and out of wet lips of my pussy. He sighed and gasped as he continued to press in and pull out and back in slowly.
“Ohhhhhh … so wet … so hot and wet … amazingly tight … for a slut.” Tenor was saying to Wilson. I smiled. My Kegel exercises paying off. And, I remembered that Wilson had cum in my mouth but had not yet fucked me.
I pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at him. “Will you fuck me next, Mr. Wilson?” He nodded numbly. I smiled, “Then, I will keep you hard but will save your climax for inside me.” He put his hand on my head and it slid to the side of my face where the backs of his fingers gently stroked my cheek.
Tenor, again, obviously having heard our exchange, “Just wait, Henry, she is a fine fuck.” He grunted a few times as his bravado seemed to stimulate him. “I think … ugh, yeah … the cruise should be … mmmmm … memorable to say the least.”
He began moving in and out of my pussy with a feeling to me of more urgency and demand. It was the kind of fuck I anticipated. He was fucking me and there was little consideration in his mind of satisfying me, but, again, these men might also be offended if they thought their fucking didn’t bring an orgasm from me. That was not a problem I had with most men so far because the stimulation was mutual even if their intention was my use. Here, I cheated, once again, by slipping a hand between my legs and strumming my clit to raise my arousal, then time it to orgasm close to his.
When I felt his cock pulse and throb inside, I pressed hard on my clit to bring my own orgasm. As he collapsed on top of me, pressing me into the table, and his cum spurting and oozing into my pussy, I moaned. He misunderstood my reaction to his suddenly collapsing on me against the hard tabletop.
“Yes, it was good, wasn’t it?” He pulled out of me and slapped my ass. “Damn, she is a good fuck, Henry.” He really surprised me by pulling me off the tabletop and pressing me to Henry. “Why don’t you take her to your room to finish the night off. I’m going to finish my drink and get some sleep.” He smacked my ass, again. “Nice doing business with you, Miss James. I’ll confirm the arrangement with Charles first thing in the morning before we leave for the airport. I look forward to the cruise. Yes, indeed. A slut on the payroll, how does he get away with it.”
I smiled as I seethed inside, “Thank you, Mr. Tenor. I am sure Mr. Woodburn will be pleased to hear from you in the morning.” I reached out to Wilson who seemed to be struggling with his pants and gathering up his other clothes in his arms. “Now, Mr. Wilson, to your room. We have some unfinished business.”
I picked up my dress and heels from the floor where they had been discarded. I was waiting at the door. He looked nervous, “Aren’t you getting dressed?”
“How far do we have to go? Just down the hall, I presumed.” He nodded. “Then, dressing would be silly. I’ll just have to take off, again.” He shook his head, but his smile grew bigger as I figured he was remembering my naked walk in the hallway earlier.
I walked alongside him down the hallway. We only had a half dozen rooms to walk. He glanced at me several times and I made a point of striding in my heels to make sure my breasts jiggled for his enjoyment.
He fumbled for the keycard that was in one the pockets of his jacket, he just had to find it. All the time I was naked in the hallway and I concentrated on not looking nervously along the door and hallway even when I heard the elevator ding somewhere, not sure if it was this floor or a floor above or below. When nobody appeared in the hallway, I let out a breath of relief despite my appearance of calm.
Inside his room, I dropped my dress on the dresser and kicked off my heels. I took his clothes from his arms and unbuckled his pants, unzipping them and they dropped to the floor. I knelt in front of him to take his soft cock into my mouth.
From above me, “Can I ask you something?”
I glanced up without taking his cock from my mouth, “umgha”.
He chuckled. “You seem like a very competent and capable businesswoman …”, he paused and I glanced up, “why do you do this? Not that I am complaining, mind you …”
I stood up and looked him mostly in the eye, a little up at him. “You seem nice, Mr. Wilson, and I appreciate that. I do it for a couple reasons. One, I like sex and a variety of sex. Two, it helps to keep certain clients happy. Doesn’t it?”
He smiled. “Very definitely.”
“Good. Now, I want you to be even happier, Mr. Wilson. Is there some sex you haven’t tried?”
He blushed but I encouraged him. “Anal. I’ve never had the chance to do that. Is that possible?” I nodded and pulled him to the bed. I suggest doggy position and that he could use the cum in my pussy for lubrication for my ass. The smile on his face was unbelievable, but the bigger amusement to me was his confession. “Wow. This is amazing. Thank you. Oh boy, I can’t tell Tenor about this, he’d pop a cork that I did and he didn’t.” I laughed.
After getting quickly cleaned up and dressed, I stood by the door and took a very awkward Henry Wilson into my arms and kissed him passionately. “I enjoyed this last part, Mr. Wilson. You’re a very nice man. Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you.”
I smiled and kissed him, again. “You did. That was a very nice fuck.” He agreed and blushed.
I wasn’t sure what kind of a stir I might cause leaving the hotel well after midnight, though I was dressed, again, I had that unmistakable ‘just fucked’ look on my face.
* * * * *
The next morning, a little later than normal, after I was settled naked in the chair and my legs crossed discretely, I gave him a run-down of the evening and Mr. Tenor’s commitment to calling this morning. He relayed that they had talked earlier and the new project details were confirmed.
“An excellent result, I think. The project and terms will be very good for the firm.” He studied me closely, then offered about last night, “A bit boorish, huh?”
I nodded, smiled, and shrugged. This wasn’t about being made love to, though it happened on occasions. This was really about fucking … or sucking. “Not a problem, Sir. Separately, Mr. Wilson was quite nice.” I chuckled, “But, any disappointment in the act I might feel is really your fault, though, you know.”
“And how is that?” His face was a big smile, but he was curious, too.
“Simply that you spoiled me, Sir. Your lovely, big cock that touches all the right places inside me … you so caringly introduced me to anal, which did come in handy … your strong, controlled approach without being domineering or rude.” I blushed. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Sorry? Why?”
“I don’t mean to make it sound like more of a relationship than we really have. I respect you and Deborah too much to have you get the wrong idea of my feelings. I’m not in love with you, Sir. I am in love with what you are doing to … for me.” I blushed, again. “Sir, I love the woman you are bringing out from within me. Thank you.”
He seemed a little embarrassed by my proclamations. I smiled and stood up to give him something more physical to consider. I stepped to the side of the desk and bent over it, pressing my breasts into the desktop, then spreading my legs wide.
“If I could be so bold, Sir … your slut would really like her pussy or asshole reamed right now.” As he stood up from his chair and moved to the side of his desk behind me, I spread my feet even further apart and settled my head on my forearms and sighed with anticipation and contentment. I really did love being his slut, but I also really loved his cock inside me … pussy or ass. And since his wife and I had had the same conversation ourselves, there was no guilt in my confessing that to him, her, or myself.
As he smeared a dab of cool, slippery lubricant onto and into my asshole. I sighed very contently and a strong shiver coursed through my body.
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This story continues in Chapter 9: Convention Slut - Gangbang
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