The Account Manager (closed for IntriguedLover)

"Um, I'm thinking right after work. I told Gloria I'd be staying in town for a meeting. I'll leave work first, go check us in, then text you the room number. You can follow after."

Ben felt sorta sad about it all this sneaking around, hiding, and the fact that it was necessary--it made it all seem...well, cheap. Sordid. And in a way it was; he'd thought the same about other men he'd heard of that started affairs.

But when he thought of Cassie, those words just didn't fit. She was beautiful, and vibrant, and alive, and sexually exuberant. She was a breath of fresh air in a life that he hadn't realized had grown stale. There was nothing tawdry or cheap or low about her. The contrast grated on him.

"So, can you do it?" he asked into the phone.
 
"Sure," she said smiling, "I can meet you there no problem." She wanted to make him feel more special than she had before. With a goodbye, she planned what she would take that day. She walked to her closet and grabbed a very sexy negligee and her winter coat. It was getting colder anyway, so there wouldn't be a problem with her wearing this out. She would go to work and come back home changing clothes before going to meet him.

She grabbed the briefcase and got the toys into it, picking which ones she would use and have him use on her. "This seems great, I cannot wait," she said to herself. The next day, she went to work with a very happy outlook on the day until Henry came up behind her and smacked her ass. She yelped slightly and watched as some of the other women that worked there turned away, ignoring what had just happened. "I do not like you touching me like that, Henry. Please refrain from it," she said to him.

She had had enough. He turned back and scoffed before continuing on his way. She didn't care if he told the public resources on her, she had stood up for herself and probably for the majority of the women here. He was such a pig. She finished making copies and took them into Ben's office. "Here are the rest of my findings for when I took over Henry's caseload." She gave him a wink and walked back out finishing up her day because this night, she would be having a magical evening with the sexiest man alive.
 
Ben moved through the day like a sleepwalker. He worked on autopilot; most of what he had to do didn't require a great deal of concentration. He looked over account figures, noted where follow-up would be needed, checked how the markets were trending--things he had done for years, and needed no concerted effort. At one point Cassie dropped some files off at his office, and the day seemed brighter for just a moment. Then she'd left, and the gray closed in again.

When it was time, he left the office hurriedly and drove to the hotel. He had already made reservations online, so all he had to do was check in and get a room key. He covered the charges with a prepaid debit card he'd picked up on his lunch. Wouldn't do for Gloria to see a hotel charge on the joint card. He'd have to get a different card in his own name, he thought. So many details that needed covering...

He went up to the room, unlocked the door, and turned on lights. He'd brought a small bag with him, which contained two bottles of wine and a clean shirt for later. He texted the room number to Cassie, poured himself two fingers worth of wine, and sat on the bed, waiting.
 
The rest of the day was slow, but when the work day was over, Cassie rushed home to get ready for her night with him. Her phone dinged signalling a text from Ben. "Hmm, Room 640.." she said outloud in her loft. She texted him back, "Be there 20 minutes." She put on her negligee and winter coat, slipping on red heels to boot, red lipstick and just a hint of eyeshadow. She pulled her hair back into a tight bun.

She inhaled before locking her door behind her, "Now is as good a time as ever.." She took the elevator down to street level and hailed a cab. "Hotel on 63rd please.." It didn't take long before she was there and walked up to the door. She hesitated for a moment before knocking then she did it. He opened the door and she walked in. "Nice place," she said heading to the bed. As he turned around, she took off her coat and let it drop to the floor, showing him her perfect frame in the negligee. "Well, what shall I do for you, Ben?" she asked him as she popped open the briefcase, the assortment of toys on display for him.
 
Ben was stunned. She looked so damned sexy, and the thought of her walking around in only that flimsy negligee--it was overwhelming.

"Right now," he managed to choke out, "all I want to do is look at you..." He drank in the sweet curves of her breasts, her waist, her hips, her thighs. He sat down slowly on the bed, utterly mesmerized. Not trusting himself to speak, he made a little circle with his finger, indicating that she should turn around. As she started, he croaked out, "Slowly."

She complied, turning in a complete circle, her arms held away from her sides. She was a work of art, something from the chisel of Michelangelo, from the brush of Rembrandt. Perfect, flawless...

He reached out one hand, and she came to him, brushing up against his chest. His hand ran slowly up and down the silky fabric covering her back, her nipples standing out not an inch from his face. He leaned forward and took one little nub between his lips, sucking on it through the fabric. God, he wanted her, he wanted her so bad...

He set his wine on the end table, put that hand behind her head, and pulled her face down to his in a passionate, deep, lingering kiss, falling backwards onto the bed while pulling her on top of him.
 
She returned his kiss, tasting the wine on his lip, letting his tongue dance with hers. She backed up a bit and motioned for him to lay on his front on the bed, "You need a massage, Ben. You seem tense.." She helped him remove his shirt and clothes, pulling the sheet off the bed and laying on top of him, tucking it at the sides. She got on top of him, straddling his ass as she began rubbing the knots filling the muscles on his shoulders. "So tense," she said as she began kissing his back, from the base of his neck to the top of his ass.

She rubbed him sensually and ran her fingers across his skin lightly bringing a slight moan from him as the chill bumps grew on his skin. She laid across his back and ran her fingers down his sides, "Now I need to do your front." She got off of him, watching him turn over. He was hard, so hard. She moved the sheet over his front as she straddled him just below his cock. She began rubbing his chest and arms, giving him a sensual moment before they got all hot from sex.

She felt his cock brush up against her pussy mound. "Someone wants to be massaged too," she said moving her hand down to remove his cock from under the sheet. His huge rod was throbbing and it was all for her. She ran her fingers gently up the sides of his cock and teased the piss slit with one finger. She spit onto her hand and let it drip onto the tip of his cock, before sliding her hand down the shaft causing his hips to arch up as she gave him pleasure.
 
"Oh, God, Cassie..." he hissed. Her fingers traced lines of fire up and down the length of his rigid shaft; his balls felt close to bursting, swollen with his aching need. He wanted her to continue, wanted her to push him over the edge into bliss. But he couldn't let her do all the pleasuring; he couldn't be that selfish.

He sat up and pulled her towards him, kissing her softly and tenderly. Then he indicated that she should turn end to end and straddle him again. She bent down again along the length of his body, her weight wonderful on his chest and stomach. She took his hardness in her hand again, stroking slowly from base to tip and back.

He had one arm draped over the luscious curve of her ass, and the other curled up under her thigh. With the top hand he gently stroked the nerve-laden skin at the junction of her thighs, next to her outer lips, stroking, caressing. Her moist cleft was directly above his face, and he licked out with his tongue to just part her inner lips, tasting her nectar. She let out a soft, "Ohhhh!", and he knew she liked it, so he did it again, probing a little deeper this time.

Her hand squeezed his tool in response, so he lifted his head and thrust his tongue as deeply as he could into her moist passage, working from clit to perineum and back. With the hand that rested on her ass cheek, he slowly inserted two fingers, sliding in little by little, just flicking her tiny hard clit with the tip of his tongue.

She was so naughty, so shameless--she had worn neither bra nor panties under the silky negligee--yet so sunny, so unapologetic about her sensuality; she took joy in her body, and in his, fully and without reservation. Was this how sex was supposed to be? Sensuous, joyful, enthusiastic? It was new to him.

He liked it. He liked it very, very much.
 
She moaned out when he began to taste her juices that were seeping from her stimulated pussy. She moved her mouth down to his cock and twirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the slit and licking down the side. She took his entire length into her mouth and moaned loudly, humming, giving him a vibrating sensation along his cock, to add to the pleasure she was giving to him.

She felt him push his fingers into her tight cunt and moaned more around his cock, making him lick faster at her pussy, giving her more pleasure. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and licked the entire shaft, coating it in her saliva. She took him deep into her mouth, all the way into her throat and began sucking harder and harder. She pulled her mouth off again, "I want you to fuck me, Ben," she moaned out as he continued to lick at her clit, making her want him even more.
 
He pulled his face back from her delicious snatch and said, "Raise up a little, but stay where you are." She complied, and he shimmied his way backwards between her thighs until his rock-hard prick was centered beneath where his face had just been.

Grabbing the base of it to steady it, he said, "Okay, sweet Cassie; guide me home."
 
She allowed him to move beneath her and saw that he was placing his massive cock near her pussy. She did as he asked and moved, impaling herself on his huge rod. "Mmm, yeah,' she moaned out as she felt him stretch her from the inside.

He felt so amazing within her, "Oh fuck Ben, you are so big," she moaned out moving her pussy along his shaft as he fucked her.
 
It was deliriously beautiful, watching the curve of her back and hips, and that wondrous ass, bobbing up and down on his almost painfully rigid cock. So tight, so delightfully slick; she glided up and down effortlessly, like a well-oiled piston, and yet her pussy gripped him like a velvet vice.

And it was having its desired effect: his climax was rising, gathering quickly.

"Cassie..." he managed between gasps. "I won't...be able...to last...much longer..." And the wave built, and built, like a pool of hot oil collecting in his groin; soon it would boil over...
 
"I don't care...Ben.." she panted, "we have all evening until midnight." She slid up and down on his rigid cock, fucking him into oblivion. She wanted to make him cum harder and more than he has ever done before in his life.

"Fuck me...Fu-fuck me Ben..Cum in...me!!" she screamed out as she felt herself cumming, her tight cunt clamping down on him, squeezing his cock for everything he has within his being. "Cum! Baby! Cum!" she screamed as she kept forcing herself up and down on his hard member.
 
"Oh...my...GOD!!" Ben cried out as the dam burst and all that liquid hot pleasure rolled over him. His hips bucked, and his limbs shook. Red flashes swam before his eyes as he exploded deep, deep insider her. Her pussy felt so tight as it clamped around his shaft with her orgasm.

All his breath left him. He was trembling. His limbs felt like putty. The wave subsided, leaving only a mellow glow behind it.

He groaned wearily, pulling weakly at her hips to get her to come up next to him. She swung off of his softening tool and came up beside him, lying full length in his arms. "Oh, sweet, sweet Cassie," he murmured. "Oh, you lovely, lovely girl..."
 
"Oh...Ben," she said panting. "You are such an amazing...man..so fucking good.." She was panting from her orgasm that was sent into overdrive by his cock exploding within her pussy.

She laid within his arms and loved his warm embrace. "Ben, you up...for round deux?" she said with a bright smile. She moved down to his softened member, still sensitive from the burst that it just gave her. She licked the underside and it reacted beautifully. "Mm," she moaned.
 
Ben reached down to stop her. "Uh, Cassie? I don't think I could survive another one, just now..."

He sat up on his elbows. "How about you show me some of these toys you brought, and how to use them? There'll be plenty of time for me to fuck you again a little later, okay?"
 
"Sure, I was just cleaning it anyway," she said moving, her curves giving him a full view of her body, her nude form. She opened the case and pulled out a rabbit tickler, "This goes in my pussy, while the other two parts tickle the clit and ass at the same time."

She moved to grab a few more items, pulling them out and putting them on display for him. "Your choice will be for my pleasure and for you to test them on me, as I have never used a bunch of these before. So it's a first for us both," she said kissing him deeply.
 
Ben looked over the bewildering assortment, finally picking up what looked like fluffy plush straps attached to narrow leather belts. He picked up the box they'd come from and read for a second, then turned to Cassie with a twinkle in his eye.

"Do you want to be tied up? Is that it?" He asked, amused.
 
She looked at him looking at the kit, "I know you're probably not into that, but when I start getting going, my legs go wild," she said moving closer to him, running her fingers across his chest in a seductive way.

Cassie laid down on the bed and spread her legs wide, his cum leaking out of her slightly. She wanted him to tease her and play with her, so she could show him how much enjoyment she could be. "But if you want, I'll try to lay here and be still, but I warned ya.." she said rubbing her erect nipple with her fingers, teasing him, waiting for his response.
 
Ben looked at her lying there, and laughed. It was a good laugh, a belly-laugh. When he finally could control himself, he said, "You are a little fuck-monkey, aren't you? God, you're so refreshing..."

He walked over to the bed and started fastening the straps to the bedframe. "Well, I can't say I'm not into this sort of thing, because I've never tried it. So what the hell: let's give it a whirl." He finished fastening the leather straps, then slipped the fuzzy loops around one ankle, then the other, fastening them as it said on the box. He moved to the head of the bed and did her wrists, too. She was smiling at him the whole time, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

When he'd finished, he looked down at her, spread-eagled, a little trickle of his cum running down the crack of her ass, her arms stretched out to either side.

"Now, since you're not going anywhere for a while, I think I'll have a little fun." He picked up one of the vibrators, a pink fleshy one that looked like lips and a tongue.

"This looks interesting; I think I know what it's for, too," he said as he slid the little switch on the side of the controller. A soft buzzing noise filled the room. "Now," he said, turning towards her with a wicked gleam in his eye, "let's see..."
 
She watched as he tightened the fuzzy parts of the straps onto her limbs. She moved her head around following his every movement. She raised her hips slightly testing the tightness of the restraints. "Perfect, baby," she said awaiting his next move.

He pulled out the mini vibrator that resembled a tongue pushed out from lips. "Oh yes," she said as he moved closer to her, pushing it closer to her pussy, right up against the clit and turned it on. Her hips bucked instantly in reaction to the tease. "Oh," she yelped as it was turning her on.
 
Well, that was gratifying... Ben thought.

He played. The "tongue" had a little flicking motion in addition to vibrating, so he'd bring it in until it just touched the tip of her clit, then back away and run the buzzing device up and down the inside of her thighs, up along her hips, across her belly, then bring it down slowly, getting closer and closer...then he'd move away again. Then suddenly he'd move it directly to her sex again, this time pushing the rubber lips up against her labia so the tongue was inserted in her tunnel. She bucked and gasped and groaned and fought against the restraints, twisting and writhing.

He then moved it up to her breasts, using the little buzzing tongue to circle her nipples, which were as puckered and hard as little acorns. He moved it around the sides, underneath, across the top, back to the nipple, around again...then moved it slowly down her flanks and across her belly, making an abortive move back towards her tits, then suddenly touching it to her clit again.

Around and around her body he played, touching here, pushing there, rubbing somewhere else. She was going crazy, moaning and yelling and thrashing about on the bed. A scarlet flush appeared on her neck, creeping down over her upper chest, almost reaching her nipples, and up to her ears. She was panting, the veins standing out on her neck whenever she cried out.

He was hard as a rock again, watching. To make a woman writhe in pleasure was such an erotic sight, so hot for him. Unconsciously he began stroking himself.

Finally he took pity on the poor girl, placing the toy firmly against her pussy and keeping it there, where the buzzing rubber tongue and lips would have the most effect. It didn't take long; within a minute she was uttering her trademark, "Ohhhh, FUUUCCKKKK!" and bucked wildly, then froze, all muscles clenched.

He switched off the device and sat on the edge of the bed, still slowly jacking himself, and laid his other hand on her heaving chest, soothing, caressing, stroking. "That's my girl...that's my beautiful girl..." he repeated over and over. Slowly she came back, finally looking at him.

"And now, it's my turn." He said, and moved to straddle her chest so that the tip of his erection was touching her chin. He tapped it lightly on her lips. "Open wide..."
 
She writhed in pure ecstasy from the climax he had caused her with the toy. She was enjoying this so much. "And now, it's my turn" he said to her. She was slowly coming back to reality when he straddled her chest. His handsomely toned body sitting atop her with his erection in full view of her eyes. He tapped his cock head on her lips. Open Wide was his command. She nodded and took his cock into her mouth, pulling her head up so he was fully inside her waiting mouth. She loved the taste of his cock. The tip was glistening with precum and she tasted. Oh sweet and tangy at once.

She licked the underside of the shaft as he fucked her mouth. She was enjoying it so much. Her pussy was overly drenched and now so was his cock with her saliva. He forced it down her throat and her mouth adjusted to it's size as to not gag. When he would pull back, she licked the head and swirled her tongue around it, then let her tongue slide back down his huge cock as he thrust in and out of her mouth. She began moaning around his sex, bringing moans from him as well.
 
He was leaning on his hands and knees, straddling her face, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. So this is face-fucking, he thought. Me likey!

Her mouth was so accommodating, her tongue so flexible and versatile...she knew just when to suck, and when to release, and when to lick, all of it sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He had never understood the attraction of "dominance", but he was beginning to: to have complete mastery over a willing, beautiful woman was such an expansive feeling of power and command. It was seductive in its own right.

He sped up, slowed down, sped up, and she matched his speed perfectly. She was moaning--God, did this turn her on as much as it did him?--and he couldn't help but let out some of his own, it felt so good.

But having teased and pleasured her had stoked his fires enough that he already was close to cumming before he even straddled her, and he knew he couldn't prolong his orgasm for very much longer. Little preliminary flames began to shoot at random up and down his nerves, causing him to shiver. Soon, very soon now...

Then it arrived, blowing through him like a tornado. His body clenched, his jaw locked, and he let out a long, sustained howl as he felt the semen shoot from the bulbous end of his tortured dick. He held steady, letting wave after wave flow through him, imagining all that sticky white fluid jetting down into Cassie's mouth, filling it; in his mind's eye, it overflowed, running out of the corners of her mouth down to the bed, and that image made him cum even harder. Holy SHIT!!

And then it was past, and he could breath again. Cassie was busy sucking and swallowing; he could feel her lips and tongue working to squeeze the last few drops of his man-juice from his softening member.

He rolled off of her face to the side, putting his hand shakily on her head. When he looked at her, all he saw was a big, big smile and two shining eyes--she'd loved it. And there was no spillage, so that must have been just his imagination, but the image still held his mind in its grip. I have to remember that, he thought. It added so much to his climax, he wanted to imagine it again next time he came.
 
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As he kept up his actions, she could feel his cock head swell signalling that he was so close to cumming. She knew that he wouldn't last much longer. She could feel him breathing harder on top of her, straddling her chest as he fucked her mouth. She loved this feeling, him dominating her. She knew he was probably out of his comfort zone, but he certainly was not showing it now. He was enjoying it, she could tell.

His hips soon became a blur as he sped up his thrusts, her mouth prepared to take in the entirety of his seed. It was then that it happened... He exploded deep into her mouth and her throat was ready and willing. She licked and swallowed it all, as it filled her. So warm..so tangy.. she loved it.

He finally moved from on top of her and she turned towards him. Her eyes taking in his full form, enjoying this time with him. "I hope that was good for you, baby.." she said to him. She had enjoyed it and loved tasting his cum. "You are amazing, Ben," she said complimenting him.
 
"Thanks, sweetie." He smiled weakly. "You were pretty amazing, yourself. But now," he groaned, and moved to unbind her hands, "I have to rest a bit. And I want to hold you."

He moved to untie her feet, then gathered her in to rest her head on his chest, folding her snug against him with his arm. They lay there for a few minutes, him enjoying the quiet joy of just caressing her shoulders and back, and then he tilted his head towards her.

"Cassie, we have to talk about Henry, and what we're going to do about him."
 
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