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Conor Miller was an introvert. He had struggled to mix in with people. The only person he talked to was his brothers but they left him for their own educations. Conor was the youngest. His father had brought him up strictly with religious beliefs but after moving to the city, religion paid no part in his life ever. He was married to a woman from the village then they moved to the city a year after.

After moving to the city, he hung out with some friends who were a bit adventurous. There he transformed, gained confidence and within six months, he was a man. His wife on the other hand was still a villager who had no clue about the city. She would never to out in case something happened and she didn't know what to do. Conor hated that. He tried to tell her and speak to her but she didn't care. She was negative in her thinking also which disturbed Conor too. He was positive and ready to channel this new energy he gained. He wanted to do something in the world and he knew for a fact sitting at home staring at his wife's face, he would accomplish nothing.

So he worked hard and put a business together. Bought a plot and built an office. An insurance company. Within two years, he started making money and recruiting the best people in the field. One of them was a girl named Chloe.

He became instantly attracted to her during the interview. She was flirtatious throughout the interview. Conor replied back with the same fire. He had never seen a woman like her. Her energy was just great. He could feel the tension in his cock across the table. She sat with her legs closed, occasionally shifting them looking at him. He could bet her panties were soaked, if she was wearing one.

Anyway, Conor accepted her application and she started working. Soon she was the team leader of the sales team and second in charge to Conor.

Today they had hit a huge milestone in their business and Conor arranged a small celebration at a hotel reception. There was food, champagne and laughter. Chloe clung to Conor and talked to some big businessmen in the field. Soon everyone left.

"I booked a room for us in the hotel. Surprise," Conor whispered in her ear.
 
As Chloe surveyed the nearly empty room, she felt someone move up behind her, the brush of his hand against her elbow, and then a moment later, the warmth of his breath on her ear. It was Conor, she knew even before he spoke. The nineteen year old smiled to herself, tilting her head down as he spoke, her eyes on her own hands which were clasped in front of her.

She pretended to be surprised at his forwardness, placing a hand over her mouth to cover a soft, breathy gasp, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. Chloe was always pretending. Pretending to be sweet, or confident, pretending to be shy one day, the next day pretending to be aggressive and forward. At just barely nineteen, perhaps the more optimistic way to phrase would have been to say she was still trying to find herself, but Chloe knew that wasn't it. She liked pretending. She liked keeping people guessing, keeping them off balance where she was concerned. She liked being mysterious. It was so much more fun than just being straight forward.

Of course, it had gotten her in trouble before, her tendency to play with people, to try to manipulate them. Especially with men. Teachers, neighbors, fellow students in school, she'd had fun, but she'd also gotten burned a few times. She was more careful now. Most of the time.

Her flirtations with Conor had started as simply an attempt to get a job, then it had slowly transformed into needing to rise higher in the fledgling company, but now, now there was really nowhere for her to go. She was Conor's right hand at this point, and yet, she hadn't slowed down one bit. If anything, the teenager was flirting even more brazenly with her married boss in the last few weeks, which certainly explained his decision to book a room and invite her to join him.

In that moment as he leaned close to her ear, as he waited for her response, Chloe considered her options. She could make an excuse, maybe even initially accept his offer only to get an emergency text later. It would keep him on the hook for the time being. Alternatively, the brunette decided that she could let him down with a flat out rejection but considering he was her boss, that could certainly have unwanted consequences. Lastly, she could accept his offer. She was certainly attracted to Conor, and it wasn't like she cared about his marriage. If he didn't get some from her, he was going to get it from somewhere other than his wife, regardless. So why not have a little fun?

"Why Mr. Miller, whatever would we need with a hotel room?" the petite teenager asked in an exaggerated southern drawl before turning to face her boss. "Will this be a working meeting...should I call your wife and let her know that you'll be late?"

Chloe Chambers: http://s1035.photobucket.com/user/whisperwish19/media/41B_zpstcerhegi.jpg.html
 
"She knows I'll be going home late. Let me worry about my wife. You worry about your pussy, is it ready yet?" He almost touched her pussy but noticed there were a few guests around. Chloe was a cunning little girl. She was very clever but also very lively and full of personality. That's what he loved about her. But he wondered if she was submissive in the bedroom. That was one thing they never discussed. They flirted a lot and kissed and even a few times they had oral sex too but never fucked each other yet. This would be the first time and Conor liked his girls submissive so he can boss them around in the office. Looking at her personality, she didn't look particularly submissive but then again Conor knew authoritative women who liked to be treated like a dirty rag doll in the bedroom.

The guests were gone as the hotel staff cleared the tables and started moving things around. Conor collected the key to their room from the desk and told them to send a bottle of wine to their room. The staff knew which wine he was talking about.

As they entered the luxurious room on the fifth floor, he breathed in the night time view outside the window looking at the city. It was beautiful. The bed had white sheets on them and the room was lit dimly giving it an orangey colour. Chloe stood in her small white dress and heels. He turned around from the window and looked at her. He checked her from bottom to top, scanning her beautiful slender legs to her small waist. The dress had captured her figure well.

The wine was delivered. It was an expensive white wine from France. He put the bottle on the small round table at the side of the room. Chloe still stood there. "Why don't you lift up your dress a little so I can see what you are wearing underneath," he said. He spoke very differently than before. It was more dominant, commanding and strict. He wanted to show her that he was at the driving wheel.
 
Chloe could see in her companions eyes that he wasn't going to be content with just a blowjob, like she'd given him on previous occasions in the office and in his car in the parking lot. No tonight he wanted more, she could tell, which was fine with the petite brunette. She wanted more too.

"Why don't you lift up your dress a little so I can see what you are wearing underneath," Conor suggested after the wine was delivered.

The nineteen year old smiled coyly, shifting her legs as she kicked her shoes off. Then, her eyes locked onto the eyes of her boss, Chloe slowly began to pull her tight dress up until it was around her waist and the white lace panties she wore were exposed to his gaze. After giving Conor another small smile, the teen slowly turned around, giving him the complete 360 view before once again facing him straight on.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
 
Colin got up from the bed and walked to her. She was standing in the middle of the room near where the wine was placed. He was still dressed as he reached her being down and slapping her ass. "Yes, I love what I see. I wanna see more."

He slightly pushed her down on her knees in a doggy style with her ass sticking up. Her dress had slipped to her breasts baring her back. He felt her ass, perfect two glowing globes with his hands and bit on one if the cheeks. "I hope you're going to like what I'm about to do to you. This is the first time I'm seeing your ass."

She had her cheek to the carpet as he felt her ass all over. Then he spanked it hard making her squeal a little. "Show me your asshole, baby."
 
Chloe pretended to be surprised by Conor's aggressiveness as he slapped her ass, but she knew how much he had been looking forward to getting her alone, so if anything she was surprised he hadn't already whipped his manhood out. She didn't blame him. As much as she had teased him, the two of them hadn't really ever had a chance to truly be alone, resorting to stolen moments in the office or a bathroom. Now, in the hotel room, there was no one to interrupt them, nothing to stop Conor from finally getting what he wanted from the petite brunette.

She gasped when she felt his hands pushing her down onto her knees on the plush, hotel carpet, but she didn't resist. As Conor began to grope her ass, the brunette pressed her face to the floor, smiling. The slap of his hand against her ass only caused her smile to widen.

"Show me your asshole, baby," Conor's voice was hard and commanding, but Chloe could sense the excitement beneath the confidence.

Extending a hand between her legs, the brunette managed to hook a finger into her g-string and slowly pulled the panties from the crack of her ass, revealing her puckered hole to Conor's gaze, wondering if he was bold enough to start off by fucking her ass, or if he was just testing her willingness to do as she was told.
 
She was quick to comply. It was good. That was what he wanted right now. He was horny as fuck for her. His cock was still in his trousers but it was throbbing. Oh, it was dying to get out of there. But his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of her cute little asshole. Oh my God, it was so tiny and puckered. Has it been fucked before? He couldn't ask her that. He didn't want to spoil it. All he knew was that he wanted fucking ass.

He plastered his face on her asshole kissing it and wetting it then started to lick it up and down. It was a strange thing to start all of this. They had never talking about anal before ever. They mostly talked about oral and some pussy fucking but never this. "I'm gonna fuck your ass," he announced. "This is mine."
 
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