Tiffany at the Sales Convention

[Latina]

"Hi, baby," I started the phone converstaion home to my husband, that first night of our annual sales convention. As sales rep for the Florida territory, I had to be there, even though it meant four days (and worse, four nights) away from my darling husband Jimmy, the love and light of my life. "How was your day, Jimmy my darling?"

"Tiffany!" Jimmy exclaimed, obviously delighted to hear my voice. "How's the sales convention going?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Okura-san bragging how many of our Model K machines he sold in Asia Pacific. Harry ambling on with his long tales about driving through the New England fall foliage, selling a whole bunch of our Model N machines. Bob from Chicago whining about how tough it is to sell out there in (here I imitated Bob's whiny voice) 'the Great Land of Lincoln'. Fred from New York once more winning Top Salesman of the Year for selling everywhere from Conncecticut to Virginia, while Bob and Harry whined how unfair it is that the guy with the most square miles of sales territory and the most populous sales territrory always wins top salesman honors. You know, all the same old, same old. But I didn't call you to talk about all that boring stuff."

"O?" I could almost hear Jimmy smile over the phone. "So why DID you call me?"

"Because I love you, silly! And I miss you! And I'm stuck here for three more days before I can be in your arms again! So I wanted to call you before I go to bed."

"I miss you too, Tiffany my love," Jimmy replied. "So, what are you wearing to bed?"

Where did THAT come from? I wondered. But I decided to play along.

"Well, I'm just getting changed for bed. So right now, I'm still wearing my long-sleeved blue blouse. But I took off my pantsuit already, and changed into my bedtime underwear."

"Do go on," Jimmy continued. "Which bedtime underwear?"

"You know, the purple G-string, with the lacy front in the shape of a flower petal. The one that leaves almost nothing covered."

"Mmm, my favorite outfit!" I could almost hear Jimmy licking his lips hungrily over the phone. "I wish I could be there to kiss you right through that G-string," he whispered.

"Mmmm! I'd LIKE that!" I agreed.

"Is your blouse still buttoned?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Come closer, and let me unbutton it for you."

"First, tell me what YOU'RE wearing!" I teased.

"Why, your favorite, of course. The tiny G-string with the black leather front pouch."

"Ooooh!" I cooed. "The one with the big brass zipper up the front?"

"The very same."

"And you're wearing nothing else?"

"Nothing else but my smile and my hard-on, Tiffany sweetie."

"OK, baby. I'm coming closer. You're slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I'm resting my right palm flat against the front of your black leather G-string."

"I get to your last button, and your blouse falls open, gently curving around the swell of your full, round breasts."

"You lean your face into my cleavage, and I'm getting so excited that I start stroking the front of your G-string faster and faster."

"You're getting me so hard that I'm protruding up over the top of my G-string."

"The sight of the top half of your cock above your G-string is getting my nipples achingly hard, and I feel the first hot, moist stirrings from between my thighs."

"I lie you face-down on the bed of your hotel room now, and I'm kissing your beautiful, curvy bare butt cheeks."

"You move your kisses to the thin purple lace string up my butt."

"Now I'm rolling you over on your back and kissing your bare thighs."

"I grab your head in both my hands, and move you BETWEEN my thighs."

"I kiss the flower-petal front of your purple G-string."

"Now your fingers casually push the lacy fabric aside to kiss directly on my bare pussy."

"I turn myself around, and we lock into a tight 69."

"I tease, "Let me see ALL of you,' and I pull down your G-string just enough to fully expose your big hard cock and beautiful balls."

"I start my licking deep inside of you, against your inner walls, over your G-spot, and then slowly work my way back outward to your throbbing clit."

"I lick your balls, then slowly up one side of your shaft, and just as slowly back down over the other side, and all the way back down to your balls."

"I suck your clit up into my mouth."

"I wrap my hand around your cock and kiss the head. I want to suck your cock SO much!"

"I'd like that too, but you've had a hard day at the sales convention, and tonight is all about YOUR pleasure, Tiffany. So I reluctantly back my cock away from your talented tongue, and I turn around again."

"I raise my knees and spread my soft, silky thighs apart, just for you, all for you, honey."

"I lie face down, burying my face in your thighs. I alternate kisses between both thighs."

"I grab your head in both my hands again, and turn you facing straight down into my wispy panties."

"I admire the pretty purple flower shape of your G-string panties for just a moment, and then I kiss the fabric, pressing it into your juicy slit with my swirling tongue."

"Mmm! Kiss me, lick me! Mmmm! That feels so GOOD! So DAMNED good! I reach down and eagerly rub the front of your black leather G-string."

"My cock is getting big and hard for you, always and only for YOU, and I am throbbing like mad."

"My pussy is all hot and wet, and I buck up into your handsome face, pressing my purple G-string panties tight up against your tongue."

"I push aside your panties and begin licking in a big oval around the circumfernce of your damp pussy lips."

"You kiss and lick my pussy and then my clit, as I rub your black leather G-string very fast and hard."

"I lick your G-spot, and then back out to your hard, throbbing clit."

"I raise my legs and beg you to skim my flowery G-string panties off my legs."

"I eagerly dive back between your thighs, into your uncovered pussy, unhampered by any fabric now. My probing finger and my swirling tongue compete for the limited space inside your VERY tight, wet pussy."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD! That feels so GODD! SSSSOOOOO good! I'm gonna-gonna-gonna...huff-huff..gonna COME! Oh, GOD! I'm coming all OVER your face!"

Jimmy said nothing, but over the phone I could hear Jimmy's sounds: "Lick, lick--SLURP! SLLLLUUUURRRRPPP! Gulp, gulp, GULP! Mmmmm! You taste so GOOD, Tiffany. Oh, you always taste so DAMNED good! SLLLLUUUURRRRPPP!"

"Oh, god, I'm coming AGAIN!" I panted.

More slurping sounds from Jimmy's end of the phone.

"You still there, Jimmy!"

"Uh-huh," he panted. "I'm just so hard for you right now!"

"Good, cuz I'm ready to ride you! I want to ride you so hard and so fast now!"

"Take off my G-string and climb on, baby!" Jimmy moaned.

"I eagerly tug your G-string off you, down past your knees, over your ankles, off your feet. I climb on top of you, my legs straddling your manly hips and muscular thighs. Now I'm rubbing my wide-open pussy lips back and forth over the whole long, hard length of your beautiful cock," I grinned.

"Your blouse falls open as you rock back and forth over the length of my cock, but you don't let me enter you just yet. Not just yet. Your wide-open blue blouse curves around and follows the contours of your full, round breasts and your shapely feminine hips. I put my hands under your blouse onto your hips, and pull you toward me, then push you away, speeding-up the pace of your rocking atop me, along the whole length of my achingly-hard cock now."

"I reach down and wrap both hands around your lovely, amazingly thick cock, guiding it to my slick, slippery love tunnel."

"You slowly slip yourself down over me, as I push you down and pull you up by your hips."

"You raise your knees, and use your thighs to power your slow, deep, hard thrusts up into me."

"You slip yoursef down over me harder and faster. You control the pace now, you are in complete control of us, of our loving, of the situation now."

"I grab your wrists and pull your hands upward from my hips."

"Ride me HARD, baby!"

"Play with my bare titties right through my open blouse. Pinch and roll my nipples!"

"You slip down harder and faster over me. Your thighs drive you down over me, and my thighs push me up higher and faster into you."

"I'm tilting my head back and moaning, enjoying my ride atop you SO much, so VERY much! Oh, Jimmy, I'm COMING baby! You got me! You GOT me. Oh yeah! Right there, right THERE! Oh baby! Oh GOD! Mmmmmm! Unnnnngggghhhh!"

"I'm gonna pump my love juice up into you!"

"I'd LIKE that!" I moan. "GIVE it to me! FLOOD me with your sweet, hot love juice!"

"You'd LIKE that, huh, Tiffany baby?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm!" I moaned my agreement.

"Here it comes,baby! Here it COMES!"

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned. "Pump your come DEEP up into me!"

"Unnnnggggghhhh!"

"Mmmmmmmm! Ooooooo!

"I'm still buried deep inside you, still throbbing, as little after-shocks of my orgasm dribble more of my come deep up into you."

"Each time you pulse and throb in me, I squeeze my pussy muscles tight around you, squeezing a few more drops of your hot, sticky man-juice out of you each time my pussy contracts around your hard, throbbing cock."

"Mmmmmmm! I wish I was really right there with you right now, in your arms, in your pussy."

"Me, too Jimmy! Mmmmm! Me too, so do I! I wish I was in YOUR arms right now. Jimmy?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I HATE these damned sales conventions! I hate that I can't be in your arms for another three whole DAYS! How, oh HOW, am I ever going to survive the next three days without you, baby, my sweet, sweet baby?"

"Maybe I can do something about that," Jimmy muttered mysteriously. I didn't know what he meant, and I just ignored his remark.

"Well, Jimmy honey, the sales convention and our phone sex have got me pretty tired now. And I have to get up early for tomorrow's sales sessions. So I'd better get off the phone now, and get some sleep. Good night, Jimmy, honey. I love you!"

"I love you too, Tiffany. I love you! Good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow. Oh, and don't call me this time, let me call you. It might be late, because I have to work late tomorrow. Annual inventory and all that, you know. I'm in charge of the whole inventory thing AGAIN this year, so I have to be there to supervise. It could get quite late."

"Yes, I know. I remember the late hours for both of us, from the inventory two years ago. I hated us working that late, and the only thing that made it at ALL bearable was that I could be with YOU! I almost wish I'd never accepted that damned promotion to Florida sales rep last year, so I could be there with you right now, tonight, instead of here at this DAMNED convention!"

"You don't really mean that, Tiffany! It's a damned good job, and I'm damned proud of you for getting it. In just one year, you've already become one of the company's most successful sales reps. I'm SO proud of you, baby!"

"You're right, Jimmy darling. You're right. I DO enjoy this job, I just hate being away from YOU! Well, good night, Jimmy, my Jimmy. I love you SO much!"

"I love YOU so very much! Good night."

We both hung up. All day at the sales convention, I had a harder time than normal focusing, as one speaker after another droned on. All I could think about was how great last night's phone sex was, and how I could hardly wait to once more be in my Jimmy's loving arms.

I don't know why, but when I went to bed about 9:00 that second night of the sales convention, I decided to wear the same purple-flower lace G-string and blue blouse I'd worn to bed the previous night. I didn't know at the time how fortunate my choice of bed-clothes would prove to be that night. In my sexy bed-clothes, I sat up in bed and watched an old-movie on TV, and waited for Jimmy's phone call.

About 10:00 PM, there was a knock on my hotel-room door. There was Jimmy, my sweet Jimmy! He was wearing only a beige trenchocoat and sandals. I opened the door, wearing only my blue blouse that barely hid my skimpy purple lace G-string panties.

"What are YOU doing here, Jimmy?"

"Is that any way to greet your man?'

"No, I guess not. I'm VERY happy to see you, but surprised. What happened to working late, to the annual inventory?"

"Screw the annual inventory! George can damned well supervise the annual inventory himself this year. Some things are MUCH more important than the damned annual inventory. YOU are much more important than the damned annual inventory! And after last night, I didn't see how EITHER of us could stand not to be in each other's arms for another three whole DAYS! So I played hooky from work tonight, and I drove up the coast to see you. Are you happy to see me?"

I decided to answer him with my deeds, not my words. Barely dressed in only my blue blouse and purple-flower G-string, I rushed into his arms, melting against him.

Jimmy kicked off his sandals, and backing two or three paces away from me, he hurriedly unbuttoned his coat. As his beige trenchcoat fell away to the floor, I smiled broadly at the sight: Jimmy, my delicious hunky Jimmy, wearing only his tiny black-leather G-string with the exaggerated brass zipper up the front. And NOTHING else!

"The thought of me in my black-leather G-string seemed to excite you so much on the phone last night, that I just KNEW you'd appreciate the real thing even more!"

"You were RIGHT!" I grinned, as I lay my palm flat against the tiny black leather pouch barely hiding his luscious manliness. His right hand went straight to my blue blouse and began slowly unbuttoning it, as his left hand slid down the purple flower-shaped front of my G-string. It was starting to look like last night on the phone had just been a rehearsal for this fabulous night in the hotel room with my sweet Jimmy! Things were already looking-up for THIS year's sales convention!


(OK, fellow Literoticans, your turn to pick up the action in the hotel room from here, from Jimmy's viewpoint).

 

[catlover]

Jimmy

I missed her already although sha had only left early this morning for her sales meeting. I laid there in bed cuddling her pillow, and smelling her hair, wishing she were there beside me with her warm body next to mine.

Suddenly the phone rang and at least i had her voice. I laid the phone next to my head as I fondled myself, fantacizing abiout it being her doing it, as we talked about what we were wearing and what we would do if we were together

We always called when apart so the call was expected, but it warmed my heart to talk to her. Being apart we appreciate each other and the time together so much.

After she hung up, I laid there thinking this was ridiculous. I could take a couple of days off, and just go and fool around during the day with her business meetings, and join her for cocktails and dinner and spend the nights with her.

The next day I made the arrangements at work, and left early and drove hard to my destination, stopping only for gas and a quick bite to eat. I wore only my raincoat and a little underthing she liked, as i hurried therough the lobby and fortunately, found an empty elevator. She had given me her room number so i could call her. I just hoped they hadnt changed her room as I knocked on the door

She answsered it wearing exactly what she described last night. I dropped my coat and hugged her and kissed her, telling her "I am Raoule, the escprt you ordered from my agency" She laughed and giggled and said "I'm glad to meet you. You are just what I ordered"

 

[Latina]

How can I not love this man with all my heart and soul? I mean, driving half the night in the rain and the fog just because he ached to be in my arms once more, and he didn't want to wait another three days for this to happen. And then showing up in that tiny black leather G-string I so love on him. How sweet, how delicious, how romantic.

Now he was pretending to be Raoul, a hot Latin lover I had ordered from an escort service. I decided to play along with his sexy little game, and explore what hot new levels of erotic ecstasy this role-playing might lead us to, in what is already a very sizzling-hot marital relationship.

I reached out to unzip that big, exaggerated brass zipper that runs up the front of the tiny black-leather pouch of his G-string. But he gently pushed my hand away. "Uh-uh-uh, not yet, my sweet Senora," Jimmy (I mean Raoul) smiled. "We should take our time. Let me slowly heat you up until you are absolutely on FIRE with your passion, and then and only then can you sneak a peak at what I'm packing beneath this tiny leather G-string of mine."

I was a little disappointed, and I probably pouted a little. I mean, I was absolutely HUNGRY to see, stroke, and especially suck on the big, beautiful hard cock of the man I love so completely and passionately. But whatever disappointment I might have been feeling, quickly melted when he began softly kissing the left side of my neck. Then he tenderly sucked the skin of my neck into his mouth, and I began to fear he might leave an enormous red hickey, the likes of which I hadn't sported on my neck since I first made-out with a boy my sophomore year in high school. And then how was I going to explain THAT to my colleagues at the sales convention? I pictured whiny old Bob from the Chicago sales office, whining about how I got to have fun and get myself a nice big purple hickey, while poor Bob had to stay up half the night preparing for the PowerPoint slide presentations he would have to present at 8:00 AM, about quarterly and annual sales figures for Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, and Missouri.

But "Raoul" didn't give me much time to contemplate or pity the fate of poor old Chicago Bob all alone up in his hotel room with his laptop, because now Jimmy's kisses moved from my neck down to my shoulders, and he began gently massaging my shoulders. I hadn't realized how tired and sore my shoulders were from sitting through seminars all day, until I felt the magic of his highly-skilled fingers, gently and lovingly rolling the flesh of my upper back.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned. "That masage feels SO good!"

"Steady, Senora. Raoul's magic fingers are just getting started. Relax and enjoy, and try not to get too excited too fast."

I tried to just melt into the enjoyment of his sweet, gentle massage, but his touch was starting to heat up my sexual passion for my loving husband. I had feared I would have to wait another three days to see and feel my husband again, and I had been climbing the walls with missing him and desiring him, and now I was supposed to resist the urge to jump his bones and ride him hard into orgasmic bliss? It took every ounce of pateince, every measure of restraint I could muster now, to just relax and enjoy the massage, and to withhold the always intensely sexual side of our relationship for a while. But I knew from past experience with my sweet Jimmy, that waiting patiently for Jimmy to pleasure my pussy was always WELL worth the reward at the end.

Jimmy moved his kisses now from my shoulders, back around to the front of my neck. Then slowly, ever so very slowly, his kisses moved down into my cleavage, and his fingers slowly, deftly unbuttoned the top button of my blue blouse. This let his kisses move slightly lower down into my cleavage. His right hand circled around my neck and pulled me closer, then began gently stroking and massaging my back, while his left hand began gently massaging my breasts through the fabric of my cotton blouse.

He unbuttoned the second button of my blouse, and moved his kisses still lower, until his head was firmly cradled between my soft, round breasts. He unbuttoned the third button, and then the fourth, and my blouse fell completely open now, the fabric curling itself around the round contours of my bare breasts. At last, my Jimmy could see my breasts fully and completely, since I had not worn a bra.

He could also see all of my sexy little purple panties now, what little fabric there was of them. The back of these panties is just a thin ribbon of purple lace running up the inside of the crack of my butt. The front is a delicate little piece of purple lace, cut not in the traditional triangle shape of a panty, but in the multi-curved shape of a flower petal. This let tufts of my thick, dark pubic hair peak out of the top and from around the sides. Because the "flower" front of my panties is very thin lace, inviting and tempting glimpses of my pussy lips are visible between the individual petals of the lacy purple flower.

Just the sight of those panties was having a better-than-expected effect on my man, as I saw a long, thick, firm ridge starting to creep its way up the front of his black leather G-string.

"Now, now, now, Raoul," I chided. "I thought you were supposed to be a professional from the escort service. The mere sight of a woman's panties isn't supposed to get you all big and hard already!"

"Forgive me, Senora. But I am only human. How can I NOT react to the sight of such classical beauty. You are a very luscious woman indeed, Senora."

"Please don't call me Senora, it makes me feel old. Call me Tiff--" I started to use my real name of Tiffany, then I realized that if Jimmy was playing a character, so should I. I had to think up an exotic name fast. "Call me--call me--Esmeralda," I said, blurting out the first exotic-sounding and Spanish-sounding name that popped into my mind. If Jimmy was playing a Spaniard named Raoul, I could be a Spaniard named Esmeralda! At least for tonight.

"I am only human, too, Raoul. The sight of that thick, hard ridge up the front of your black leather G-string makes your sweet, slutty little Esmeralda absolutely HUNGER for you!" So saying, I placed my hand over the front of Jimmy's G-string, and this time, mercifully, Jimmy did not push my hand away. I could feel the gentle, slowly-undulating pulsations of his cock against the leather pouch that forms the front of his G-string.

Jimmy's right hand slowly circled the entire circumference of my breasts. When his finger stroked the curved underside of my breasts, I practically melted into his arms (why don't more men ever think to touch the very sensitive bottom curve of a woman's breast, the way my Jimmy always does for me?), and I pressed my hand up tighter against the front of his G-string. His fingers gently massaged my wide, reddish-brown areolas, then his fingers rubbed and caressed my nipples. Next he gently pinched my nipples between two fingers, first one nipple and then the other, until they both grew so hard that they literally ACHED to be sucked on.

While Jimmy's (or rather, Raoul's) right hand was so sweetly, so gently massaging my breasts and nipples into passionate fits of ecstasy, he slowly slid his left hand down inside the front of my delicate lace panties from above. He lovingly, playfully curled strands of my thick, dark pubic hair around his fingers, then slowly inched his fingers down further, over my pussy, cupping my femininity in his palm and slowly, gently circling his fingers all the way around the circumference of my wide-open, very wet pussy lips.

With my right hand, I slowly, playfully unzipped the oversized brass zipper on the front of his G-string.

At the same time, I slid my left hand down the front of my lacy purple G-string, placing my hand atop his, and gently guiding one of his fingers inside my juicy slit. His finger explored all around my moist inner walls, but he scrupulously resisted my repeated attempts to guide his finger onto my G-spot. "Slow down, Senora--I mean, Esmeralda," Jimmy smiled. "Don't be in such a HURRY! Let the pleasure and the enjoyment build slowly. We have all night long to explore each other and to love each other."

"Mmmm!" I moaned. "You are right. You are SO right! You are such a sweet, sweet man, to take your time with me and let me enjoy you slowly, all night long."

"That's what escort services are FOR," Raoul smiled.

I felt so appreciative of the slow, gentle loving he was sharing with me now, that I reached down with both hands, and gently pulled his hard cock out through the open zipper at the front of his tiny G-string.

"Carefully, Esmaralda. Zippers have sharp teeth."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to bruise such a beautiful hard cock," I smiled. "At least, not before it has a chance to thoroughly fuck me." So saying, I tried to stuff his hugeness back into his G-string, but it was like trying to stuff one of those gag snakes from a novelty store back into the tiny can it comes in: it just wouldn't fit back in, and as I tried to cram him back into his G-string, about half of his long, rigid rod popped out above the top of the tiny leather pouch, and his come-filled balls peaked out from both sides of the G-string. Getting him back into his G-string was proving completely hopeless, and there was only one thing left to do: with both hands, I tugged his G-string down his legs in one swift motion. When the leather garment hit his ankles, he stepped out of his G-string, and kicked it upward with his feet. I caught his G-string in one hand, and deeply inhaled the musky male scent of his arousal in the leather. It smelled just DIVINE, and made me want him even more! Since there was no clothing covering any part of my luscious naked husband now, it would be a small and easy step to go from wanting him to fulfilling my aching desire for my man.

But I knew "Raoul" wanted to still go slow, to stretch out this sexual role-playing for as long as possible. Going slowly would take every ounce of willpower I possess now, with his long, thick, luscious hard-on just inches from my face now. How, oh how was I to resist the powerful urge to drop to my knees before him now, and to swallow my man's amazing cock in one swift, hungry gulp?

I knew now that I had to get my mind off of the very strong impulse to suck his big, beautiful cock. So I slid my open blouse down off my arms and let it fall to the floor beside us. He took advantage of my being completely topless now, to lavish his sweet, hot kisses and gentle tongue-flickers all over my achingly-hard nipples. Then he sucked my nipples up into his mouth, alternating from one nipple to the other, licking each nipple while it was INSIDE his mouth. When his teeth began gently nibbling at my nipples, I moaned very, VERY loudly, and it was all I could do not to come right then and there, in my skimpy little purple flower panties. I knew that I had to get hold of myself now, to slow down, to calm down, to relax, to enjoy, to let this passion between my husband and myself build slowly all night long, to not let the pleasure and the passion end too quickly or too abruptly.

Reluctantly, I set his G-string down on a chair: continuing to hold and inhale my man's G-string was NOT helping me to postpone my urge to suck on him with an absolutely voracious hunger! I beckoned Raoul to come closer, and wrapping my arms around him, I pulled his head deep into my cleavage.

"You are my prisoner!" I joked, as I crammed his head ever deeper into my cleavage.

"Mmmmmmm!" he moaned, obviously enjoying his captivity. "Is there a sweeter-perfumed prison in all the world?"

I could feel his cock throbbing hard up against my leg. I just about wanted to scream in frustration at the sheer waste of such a lovely hard-on, being wasted just brushing up against my leg. After all, I'm sure right now Raoul knew as well as I did that the only proper place for his huge hardness now was either stuffed deep down my throat, or better yet crammed tightly into my anus, or best of all thrusting deep and hard in and out of my by now soaking-wet, hungry, love-starved tight little pussy.

Still struggling mightily to resist my overwhelming urge to suck on his powerfully-throbbing cock, I grabbed his head in both of my hands, and slowly pushed his head downward from my cleavage. His kisses and licks slowly moved down over my ribs, my belly, my navel. Then he kissed my thick pubic fur, taking his time, lingering, seemingly not content until he had kissed each and every single strand of my pubic hair. At last, his mouth came to rest against my pussy lips, slowly planting light-as-a-butterfly kisses over every centimeter of my outer pussy lips, then moving in to lick at my very wet inner walls. He licked at my clit, which got me VERY excited, moaning loudly and panting heavily. But when his licks moved in BEHIND my clit, to the soft sponginess of my G-spot, I just about forgot to breathe at all in my excitement. I felt my knees starting to buckle, and I thrust my pussy forward, tighter, closer, harder into his handsome, loving face.

"Mmmmm! Wait. Wait, PLEASE! Wait Raoul. Don't make me come just yet! I don't want to come just yet! You've got me SO excited that I can barely stand up any more. So I thought, as long as I can't stand up any more anyway, I might as well sink to my knees in worship of that absolutely gorgeous hard cock of yours!"

He knew and I knew that it was time now. I simply couldn't hold back on my powerful, lustful urges one second longer now. So I slowly sank down onto my knees, kissing my way down Jimmy's--umm, I mean Raoul's-- hairy, muscular chest. When my face was aligned directly in front of his mighty, throbbing hugeness, I cupped his firm, toned, muscular ass cheeks in both of my palms, squeezed them, and pulled him forward toward me. I lovingly, appreciatively kissed my way, all the way up his long, thick, stiff, throbbing rod, from his balls to his flared cock-head.

When I reached the pee-hole at the top of his enormous manliness, I returned my mouth to his swollen balls, which were already storing his gallons of hot come. I smiled at the realization that before this night was over, "Raoul" would be forcefully, powerfully emptying the entire contents of those big balls deep, deep, DEEP up inside my hungry pussy, filling me to overflowing with his hot, thick sticky man-juice. I could hardly wait. But right now, there was his cock to be hungrily sucked, and my slippery wet pussy that desperately needed eating.

In a swoon of sexual passion for the man I fully and truly love, and who so obviously loves me, I moaned my contentment over all the pleasures we were now at last sharing, and at the thought of all those pleasures we had yet to share, but WOULD share before the first rays of morning sunlight would stream through the curtains of our hotel room.

On my knees before him, my tongue took its first slow, tentative lick at those magnificent come-filled balls of his now.

 

[catlover]

Raoul (Jimmy)

Together again after a night apart. The idea of role plaing as a ale escort jus cae to me as we started t make love. It was easy to keep her slowed down. After all, we wanted this to last a long time. Raoul gets paid by the hour!

I worshipped those tits I love so much, and let my lips and tongue play there a long time before sjhe finally got my G-string off and was playing with me too. My "toys" enjoyed her sweet touch, and craved her hands last night when they only had mine.

I wanted so much to be in her and feel her wet warmth all around my cock. She fondled my balls and lovingly played with them as she knelt before me, and then kissed the tip of y cock and ran her tongue up and down the sides, nuzzling her nose into my hair and her tongue exploring all the secret little places between my legs.

I just stood there as she lightly kissed me all over, and then let me enter her mouth. Now I was feeling that body heat that was so special, as she let my cock lay on her tongue, and looked up at me in love and lust.

Her lips closed around it and she gently pulled on me with her closed mouth, and then suddenly thrust her face into me ad let my cock enter the entrance to her throat. Her hands were tight around my ass and she pulled me tight to her. This was just the beginning. Never before had Raoul ever found a woman so hot, so passionate as my Esmeralda

Having thought about her all the time I was driving to be wit her, I was hot as hell and knew I wouldnt last, but I wanted to make ths ast, so I gently pushed her away ad went to my knees before he I kissed those lips that had pleasured my cock and balls. My tongue went where my cock had been. I had to tell he "not yet, my love. I want to save myself for te rest of you", as my hands were around her ass slipping down the straps of her G-strng off her hips, and down her legs

 

[Latina]

It felt SO damned good to at last be sliding my sweet Jimmy's long, thick, wonderful hard love rod way deep down into my cock-hungry throat! So DAMNED good! I sucked him SO hard down my throat, like a goddamned industrial-strength vaccuum cleaner on the highest-power setting. That's how very happy I was to at long last be tasting my very own hot hunk again, after two very long and dull days at the convention, and one very lonely night all by myself in the hotel's king-size bed.

When he blasted his hot, sweet come down my throat, I let him slip back up out of my throat so I could taste and feel him gushing hotly, powerfully onto my tongue. DAMN but he tastes SO good! So warm, so sweet, so thick on my tongue!

I just wanted to keep sucking and sucking and sucking away, but Jimmy feared I might wear him out before he could fuck my very wet, oh-so-very-horny pussy. I agreed, that simply wouldn't do. I was already way too horny now, not to get completely and thoroughly fucked by the love of my life tonight. So slowly, reluctantly, I backed my mouth off his rapidly-pulsating cock now.

With me still kneeling on my knees before him, he also sank to his knees, facing me. Then he lovingly grasped my curvy ass in both his hands, and he slowly, sweetly skimmed my skimpy purple G-string down off my legs. He then nuzzled his very handsome face into my damp, lusty crotch.

I grasped both of his hands in mine, and I slowly arched my back, bending over backward until I was lying flat on my back on the hotel-room floor, my legs tucked under me. As I bent over backwards, my hands clasped in his pulled him down on top of me. He setled his long, manly frame, stretched out flat, face-down on the floor, his big hard cock pressed deep down into the plush carpet, his luscioius muscular ass curving up from his back and then curving gently back down to his long, hairy, muscular legs. His sweet, loving face was still buried between my thighs.

Flat on my back on the hotel-room floor now, I untucked my legs from under me, and I lovingly wrapped my legs around his neck, pressing his face up tighter and harder into my soaking-wet, steamy pussy.

His tongue licked and slurped its way up the whole length of my wide-open and very juicy slit, then slurped up my hard, swollen, throbbing little clit. His tongue curled and slid into me, licking my left and right inner walls, and then licking at my G-spot, and then backing out over my clit again.

I was thrashing around wildly on the floor now, moaning uncontrollably, when "Raoul" upped the heat of our passion several more notches: he sucked my hard little clit completely up into his mouth.

"Oh, Rah-OOOOOOLLLL!" I groaned, squeezing my silky-smooth thighs even tighter around his neck.

He began sucking eagerly on my clit, and then gently nibbling on it. This had me bucking my ass up high and then slamming my butt down hard into the carpet, pushing and pulling his head every which way with my legs and feet. What a true gentleman I have married, willing to work SO hard at pleasuring me!

I set my feet flat on the carpeted floor, and pushed myself up high and hard with my legs. He sucked my clit even harder into his mouth, and then circled his tongue all around my hard, throbbing little love button.

That did it. Just about SCREAMING with lust, my hot little pussy now EXPLODED all over his tongue and his lips. He looked so DAMNED cute and sexy with my come dribbling down his chin and smearing all over his dimpled cheeks. I just kept bucking up and down, side to side, pumping more and more and more pussy juice up onto his face with each kiss and each lick on my pussy and my achingly-hard clit.

"I need you to fuck me now," I whispered. "I mean, RIGHT now!"

Jimmy, or "Raoul", scooped me up in his powerful arms, and with my legs and feet dangling in mid-air over his elbows, he lovingly carried me over to my hotel room's giant king-size bed. He softly set me face-down on the soft satin bed sheets, lovingly primping-up my pillows under my head and neck, and slipping another pillow under my ass.

I wrapped my arms around his back, and pulled him down atop me. He positioned his still very hard cock pointing straight down at my very hungry pussy, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my feet resting against his butt, the very tip of his cock pressed right up against the entrance to my gates of paradise. The cock that I now wanted more than life itself was mere millmeters away from entering me now, and he paused before entering me.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked tenderly, soliticiously.

I slipped his hand over my pussy, so he could feel for himself how wet I already was, how UNBELIEVABLY ready I was for him now.

"Fuck me, Raoul," I whispered huskily. "Slowly stuff inch after loving inch of your beautiful, hard cock into me, until you completely fill me up. Then fuck me, fuck me deep, fuck me hard, fuck me slow, then fuck me fast," I moaned. "But whatever you do, fuck me. Just FUCK me, Raoul!"

 

[catlover]

Raoul (Jimmy)

I tried not cumming in her mouth. I wanted to save it all for her pussy, but she wouldnt let go until I spurted enough for a little taste

Then she laid back and invited me in for a little of my very favorite sport. Indoors or outside there us notjng as sweet as my lover's pussy, ands I never titred of eating her. When we first started dating we did this all the time. We didnt want to usae a condom, and until we were married she was afraid of getting pregnant, so I used to eat her for hours at a time, and really gained an apprecation for it. I just love the intimacy of oral sex ad there will never be a day whan I pass it up when it is so blatantly offerred.

I buried my face in her and her little queals of delight and wiggles and squirms turned me on all over again. My hard cock jutted into the carpet as my tongue jutted into her, exploring every nook and cranny and comcentrating on her clit as she tsaught me to do. Finally I startefd scking her little love button and she bucked until she came wildly in my face.

I will never tire of washing my face in her pussy, and never ever wanted to ever wash my face in water afterward. Usually we would just go to sleep that way so I could smell he all night, even while we fucked or kissed afterward

Then she ordered her escort Raoul to bed her. I pocked her up and carried her to her bed, and laid her down. She pulled me down on top of her, and rached down and led my cock to her entance, and then thrs herself at me impaling herself on me

What a delight. It was worth the long drive to be with her, away from home and all the chores like washing windows and dishes etc that always seem to intervene when I wanted to make love to her.

 

[Latina]

"Oh, Jimmy!" I moaned as I felt the first thick inch of him slowly slide down along my slippery inner walls. "My sweet, sweet Jimmy! Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, JIMMY!"

"You mean Raoul," Jimmy gently corrected.

"No, I mean Jimmy," I replied, hungrily kissing his mouth and running my hand through his hair. "From here on, Raoul and Esmeralda are officially dead. When we make love now, I want it to be my sweet, sweet Jimmy gently, tenderly, but very passionately fucking his beloved wife Tiffany. No games, no second identities now, just us, fucking the way we always do, just Jimmy and Tiffany deeply, passionately loving each other now, each of us born only to love the other, we two soulmates becoming one joined soul through the magical act of sex."

"You are right as always, Tiffany," he agreed, pasionately kissing my mouth as he slowly, lovingly sank another thick, hard inch of his wonderfully-pulsating manhood down into me.

"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned at the feeling of his throbbing cock stretching my pussy open wider and wider, as he continued to slowly sink more and more of his beautiful hardness down into me. "Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, my sweet, loving JIMMY!" Eagerly, I locked my arms and legs tightly around his deliciously muscular nakedness. "Oh, how I have MISSED you. How my PUSSY has missed you!" I cried.

Finally, he was buried deeply and completely inside me. Just when I thought I was as stuffed as completely full of cock as humanly possible, Jimmy gave one final gentle push, unbelievably sinking his cock even deeper into me, his balls pressing tightly up against me and even forcing my own pussy lips to bend down into me. I let out a very deep sigh of contentment now, as I secetly wished to myself that this very instant could last forever.

I grabbed a second pillow, and crammed it under my butt, already elevated on a pillow. This raised my pussy even higher off the bed, my back arched even more, and in this position, his cock could drill down almost straight vertical into me.

"That's one of the things I've always enjoyed about you, Tiffany," Jimmy smiled. "You are so strong-willed and independent. When you want something, you make sure you get it. You don't wait for me or anyone else, you make your own destiny. You wanted a second pillow under your luscious ass just now, and you took care of it, you didn't depend on me to do it for you. That's probably why in just two short years, you went from my personal assistant for inventories, to the third top-selling sales rep in the whole company. You know what you want, and you go for it!"

"Right now, what I want is for you to shut up and FUCK me, Jimmy! OK?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Jimmy laughed, saluting me with his hand to his forehead, just as much as he was saluting me with his hard horniness just outside of my very hungry pussy now.

Finally, he began slowly sliding himself back into my slippery slit. I squeezed my pussy muscles tightly around him, pulling him into me, faster I think than he really wanted. I was so moist that as I squeezed him, he just slid down along my horny inner walls, quickly and effortlessly.

With my arms and legs, I rolled us until I was lying on my right side, and Jimmy was lying on his left side, facing each other on the bed. I threw my left leg over his hip, leaving my thighs spread wide apart and giving him a perfect view up into my cock-stuffed pussy. He slowly pulled himself up out of me, until only his cock head remained inside me. The whole time, his riveted gaze never left the view of my very exposed pussy crammed so full of his long, thick, hard cock.

In this on-our-sides position, he was able to push himself back into me still deeper than he had in the missionary position. With each in-and-out thrust, he picked up the pace of his fucking. I spread my legs apart even wider now, so we could both enjoy watching his cock disappear completely into my pussy, then reappear, disappear and reappear.

After about his fiftieth thrust, I was over the top with desire now, and I finally let myself go, coating his entire deeply-buried shaft with my thickly-flowing love juices now. The contact of my pussy juices against the bare flesh of his cock soon sent him over the top, too. Thrusting down into me one last time, he literally exploded his hot, sticky come deep inside me. It felt SO good, as my love cave filled up with more and more of his rapidly-spewing sperm now. Mere words cannot begin to describe how delicious our simultaneous orgasms felt, as our juices intermingled deep inside of me, and poured out of my widely-stretched pussy lips and down onto my smooth, creamy thighs.

I grabbed his head and kissed his mouth hungrily, eagerly, running my hand frantically through his hair, rubbing my bare feet all over his tightly-muscled ass. "Oh, JIMMY!" I cried out, as we both continued to moan loudly, and come and come and come uncontrollably.

I rolled us with my legs and arms once more, until he was lying flat on his back under me. I sat straight up, my legs straddling him. I started slowly rocking the outside of my freshly-fucked pussy back and forth atop the entire length of his still-hard cock.

"Tiffany!" he groaned. "I don't think I have any more to GIVE you!"

I reached down and pressed a finger against his lips. "Shhh! Jimmy, don't speak! Just lie back and relax, and enjoy as I slowly rock my pussy over the whole length of your magnificent hard cock. You don't have to do ANYTHING now, Jimmy, but to just lie back and enjoy!"

I spent probably the next 20 or 30 minutes slowly rocking my dripping-wet pussy back and forth along the whole length of his rock-hard, come-soaked cock. It took him that long to regain his breath, his strength, and his passion.

Reaching up with both hands, he cupped both of my breasts, as I continued to slowly rock atop him.

"Oh Tiffany, you look SO lovely up there on top of me, slowly rocking naked over my cock. You are SO hot!"

I looked down at his naked hairy muscular chest stretched out flat under and in front of me. I gazed back over my shoulder to admire his long, hairy, muscular legs stretched out behind me.

"You look pretty damned hot yourself, baby!" I moaned my agreement.

He sat up and held my hips in his hands. He pressed his head up into my cleavage, kissing me hard there. He turned his head to the left to kiss, lick, and suck my right nipple. Then he turned his head again to focus on my left nipple. I was moaning loudly and rocking hard over his cock now.

I pushed him back flat on his back. "Are you ready for me to ride you yet?"

"Mmmmm-hmmmm!" he moaned his agreement. I looked down and aligned my pussy directly above his still-hard cock. I encircled one hand around his pulsating shaft, and slowly guided his hard-on to the very edge of my pussy, slowly sinking myself down over him. My pussy tightened up, as if it was still too sore to let him back in, after all of our earlier fucking. But that was a good thing: I was so tight and he was so thick that the friction of him reentering me felt even more wonderful than normally. My pussy was stretched about as tight around him as it has ever been, maybe tighter than ever before.

When I felt his balls up against my pussy lips, I paused for several moments, before slowly raising myself up off of him again. I slowly rode up and down on him maybe 15 or 20 times, before he began to thrust his thighs upward each time that I slipped myself tightly downward over him. The pace grew steadily faster and faster now, through maybe 50 or 60 more times slipping myself back down over his hardness.

On one of my quick downward thrusts over him, as he pushed himself upward into me with his legs, it was Jimmy who came first this time. He was so deep inside of me when he burst, and it felt SO wonderful, that I instantly came myself. And came and came and came. I just couldn't stop the downward flood of my pussy juices onto his cock, out of my very juicy slit, and down onto his hairy, muscular thighs.

When I was finally all orgasmed out, and couldn't come one more drop, I simply stretched myself down flat on top of him, my head resting on his handsome, manly chest, his cock still buried deep up into me, our arms wrapped around each other's back. Lying this way, we engaged in trivial pillow talk for maybe 5 or 10 minutes--I can't even remember now what we talked about--until we fell into a deep, peaceful, very contented sleep.

The alarm clock woke us at 6:30 am, since I had to dress, have breakfast, and be in the first sales seminar of the day at 8:00 am.

Normally, I would have showered before the seminar. But I didn't want to wash even one delicious, precious drop of Jimmy's sticky spunk from my thighs, my pubic hair, or the outside and inside of my pussy. I wanted to spend the whole day at the convention, feeling every last drop of his residue on and in me.

Jimmy and I dressed each other's naked bodies now, which was almost as much fun as undressing each other last night.

I went first. I saw his black leather G-string still lying on the chair from last night. I picked it up and inhaled, and I could still smell his arousal in the leather. So I slipped it on over my pussy. I loved the feel of the tiny black leather pouch against my hairy pussy, and I felt so in love and so deliciously naughty now, as I thought about how the tiny triangle of leather had been covering and rubbing against his cock only a few hours earlier. I was going to LOVE spending the day wearing HIS G-string under my skirt, you BETCHA!

Jimmy lovingly slipped my arms into my ruffled white blouse, and lovingly buttoned it up, deliberately letting his fingertips brush up against my breasts as he buttoned-up each button. Next, he wrapped my black miniskirt around me, reluctantly covering his G-string that I was wearing, and he zipped my skirt up in the back.

Now it was my turn. How I truly hated covering any of his finely-chiseled male body, but I slipped his pale blue boxer shorts up his legs, lovingly patting his now-soft cock and his bare muscular ass before covering them up. He raised his arms straight up over his head. I leaned in and I gently, lovingly kissed his bare chest several times, before slipping his T-shirt down over his raised arms, his head, and his luscious chest. I then pulled his jeans up over his legs, and as I zipped him up and buckled his belt, I gently stroked his cock through the fabric.

I slipped into a pair of elegant but very sexy gold pumps, and he tied up his sneakers. Hand-in-hand, smiling, holding hands, we left our room to head down to the hotel lobby for the free Continental breakfast. On the way down in the elevator, we wrapped our arms around each other and locked into one long tongue-kiss all the way down to the lobby.

At the Continental breakfast, we ran into Whiny Old Bob, the Chicago sales rep.

"Hi, Bob!" I smiled. "Did you get those Power Point slides finished last night?"

"Yeah, I was up ALL night finishing them!" Bob replied. Oddly, he was smiling, not whining about it as usual.

I hadn't noticed the short, curvy blonde standing beside Chicago Bob before, until she spoke-up now. "Don't lie to these nice people, Bob," she smiled. "You were focused on those Power Point slides only HALF the night. You were focused on ME the other half of the night. And don't think I don't appreciate THAT!"

"Well, well, well, Bob!" I grinned. "What's going on HERE? As if I can't guess!"

"Oh, excuse me," Bob frowned. "Where are my MANNERS? Tiffany, this is Emma. She's a Junior Sales Rep, just starting out in the Pittsburgh sales office, reporting to John. Emma, this is Tiffany, our Florida sales rep."

"Yes of course," Emma beamed. "Your rise to a leading sales rep in just two years is legendary. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you!"

"Really?" I smiled. "As much pleasure as meeting Bob last night? I mean LOOK at you, Emma girl, you're positively GLOWING!"

"ME?" Emma shot back. "You have a happy gleam like you definitely got up on the right side of the bed this morning."

"I did," I smiled. "On the TOP side."

"Oh?" Emma grinned. "And is this delicious hunk next to you, who you woke up on top OF?"

"He most certainly IS!" I grinned. "Emma, this is my husband Jimmy. Jimmy, this is Emma.

Emma and Jimmy politely shook hands. "Pleased to meet you," they both mumbled in unison.

"Oh, and Jimmy, this is Whiny--umm, sorry, I mean Bob from Chicago."

"It's OK," Bob grinned. "I've heard what other sales reps have called me. 'Whiny Old Bob.' I don't mind, really. I'm used to it by now."

"Well, Bob," I replied, "you certainly don't seem whiny this morning! And I'll bet Emma here has something to do with THAT! I guess we'll have to come up with a NEW nickname for you now."

"I suggest 'Mister Ed'," Emma giggled.

Bob looked puzzled. "I don't get it. My name is Bob, not Ed."

"Mister Ed! You know, like the talking horse on TV. As in 'hung like a horse'! Your 10-inch stiffy certainly qualifies you for THAT nickname, Bob," she smiled. "Besides, like a horse, you are a LOT of fun to ride!"

"Umm, Emma," I smiled, "I think that's more information than we REALLY needed to know."

"Tiffany and I haven't had breakfast yet," Jimmy joked. "So don't spoil our appetite with all the gory details NOW!"

"This is probably none of my business," I said, "But Bob, have you thought about how you're going to make this relationship work, with you in Chicago and Emma in Pittsburgh?"

Just then, Henry walked into the lobby. "Henry!" Bob called out. "We were just talking about you!"

"No we weren't," Emma smiled.

"Well, in a way we were," Bob grinned. "You all know Henry? He's been my right arm in the Chicago office for nearly ten years now. Henry, how would you like to take over the Chicago territory all for yourself?"

"No," Harry replied abruptly.

"Why ever NOT?" Bob frowned.

"You've been a friend and mentor to me," Harry replied. "I wouldn't DREAM of stealing your job!"

"You wouldn't be STEALING my job!" Bob laughed. "I'm planning to move to a different sales office, and I want to hand the Chicago territory over to you."

"Thanks," Harry grinned. "In that case, I DEFINITELY accept!"

"Are you moving to Pitssburgh to be with Emma?" I asked.

"Not quite. John in the Pittsburgh office doesn't really NEED any more help. But you know we've been looking for a new Cincinnati rep, ever since Richard retired six months ago. Emma and I talked about it this morning. Cincinnati is about midway between my home in Chicago and Emma's in Pittsburgh. If we both move to Cincinnati, there's MORE than enough sales available in that territory to keep a senior rep like me AND a junior rep like Emma busy full time. So Emma and I are about to BECOME the new Cincinnati office, in place of Richard."

"Congratulations!" I smiled. "I hope you two will be as happy as Jimmy and I, working together, living together, AND loving together."

"We know all about you two," Emma smiled. "You were our inspiration for us to get together in the first place. Everyone in the company knows how happy you two are, at work and at home, and what GREAT sex you two have. You were our inspiration for THAT part, too. You might not realize it, but 'Whiny Old Bob' here has turned out to be just an AMAZING lover!"

"No," Bob grinned. "YOU'RE the amazing lover, Emma!"

"I'll take your word for that, Emma. I'm happy for you both, truly I am. But you'll never convince me anyone is as good as my husband, and I have no interest in your Bob."

"And I love only my Tiffany," Jimmy piped up. "You can keep your Emma, Bob. Nobody will ever do it for me like my Tiffany does. She will always be the only woman for me. She has me heart and soul all to herself."

"And I have your COCK all to myself, too!" I grinned. "Lucky, LUCKY me!" I took Jimmy's hand and towed him along behind me. "C'mon, honey, let's get some breakfast now."

As Bob and Emma left the lobby and headed into the conference room, I called out after them, "Congratrulations, and best of luck!"

"Yeah, congratulations!" Jimmy called out after them.

This convention was DEFINITELY looking up now. I had Jimmy, the love of my life here, and even Whiny Old Bob seems to have found true love and great sex at this convention!

Over breakfast, Jimmy and I made googly eyes at each other, held hands, and I slowly, teasingly rubbed my foot up his legs.

As we were finishing-up the last few bites of our breakfast, I asked Jimmy, "So what are you going to do all day, while I'm in all the seminars?"

"I thought about that," Jimmy smiled. "I found a tour bus that takes you sightseeing all over the city. I guess I'll spend all day riding the bus."

"And all night riding ME?" I asked hopefully.

"I wouldn't have it any other WAY, my darling!" Jimmy smiled, as we rose from the table. I headed for the conference room, as he stepped into the local tour bus that was already parked in front of our hotel.

As I sat down in the conference room, waiting for the first seminar to start, I thought about last night, about the passion, love, trust, and unshakeable devotion between Jimmy and me. I thought about how lucky Jimmy and I had been to find each other two years ago. I thought about how lucky, too, Bob and Emma were to have found each other. But mostly I thought about Jimmy's leather G-string that I was wearing just under my miniskirt, and the gallons of Jimmy's still-warm come sloshing around deep inside my VERY contented and highly-satisfied little pussy.

And we still had two more days and nights at this convention! With Jimmy here at last, I had changed from dreading those two days and nights, to eagerly anticipating them now.

 

[Latina]

Catlover's going to continue to write as Jimmy, and I will continue to write as Tiffany. Anyone else on Literotica care to jump in as the newly hooked-up couple, Bob from Chicago and Emma from Pittsburgh, soon to be Bob and Emma from Cincinnati?

-- Latina

 

[tragicomicnight]

Bob

Bob


My typically whiny, stressed manner came from his devotion to his job. Iwent in, worked as hard as he could and left disappointed in everything. This had made my life much less promising in other avenues. Every date he'd had for the last three years sank like a stone once the phrase "so, what do you do?" came up in the conversation. The problem was, I'd tell them what I did. The reply would likely go on for some 15 or twenty minutes going over in great detail how more or less everybody but him had no clue what they were doing. Women usually never called again after that.
So, I have to be honest, I was a little less than happy about the sales convention. Nothing like being around more people who do your boring, pointless job to remind you how boring and pointless it was. I spent all day half asleep until this blond walks up to me. She had these dark green eyes like a cat's. Very predatory, but at the same time, very comfortable. So, she looks at me with these eyes, and I am just stunned. And, you know what she says? "So, what do you do?" We stand together and laugh about it much more than we should have.

Then I notice the body that round, sweet face with those beautiful feline eyes is attached to. She was short, around 5'4, with what would be called by any guy who truly loved cliches "an hourglass figure". Her breasts, somewhere in the late B cups looked much larger on a girl of her height. Still, she had long legs, very smooth, but strong and well defined. I stared for a little too long and she whispered "like what you see?"

Before I knew it, we were in my room. We were both undressed, those round breasts even bigger than I thought they were, those legs stretched out across my bed, those eyes beckoning me closer, that smile getting almost lewd. And we just talked for awhile. We were naked and ready for each other, but we talked. We both loved a lot of the same things. I spent most of my nights sitting at home watching old movies with Bogart and Clark Gable and Carey Grant and guys like that. And sometimes, there'd be Audrey Hepburn. That woman intoxicated me since I was 11 years old and I first saw Breakfast at Tiffany's. There was a lady with a body, but still with a lot of class and poise and elegance. That's what Emma was like. Full of sex and class and elegance. She loved those movies just as much as I did and said she always wanted to be like Audrey Hepburn. I blushed a bit and said that she was.
She quietly rolled over on top of me, clothed only in her smile and began to ride my hard cock. The conversation was our foreplay. The intimacy we attained from this short discussion of late night movies was enough to bring us together, mind and body. And then, the convention just got better...

 

[Latina]

Tiffany

End of the third day of the sales convention. I had filled the tub of my hotel room with hot water, and very bubbly bubble bath. I had poured myself a glass of ginger ale from the suite's refrigerator, and set it on the tiled rim of the sunken tub. I was just starting to undress to slip beneath the soap suds, to relax away a full day of boring seminars, when I heard the electronic key slip into the door lock of my hotel room.

I ran into my Jimmy's arms and kissed him hungrily.

"So, how was the sightseeing, Jimmy?" I smiled.

"OK, I guess," he mumbled.

"Just OK? But there are so many wonderful sights to see in this city!"

"Yeah, I suppose so. But I couldn't stop thinking about YOU all day!"

"Oh, baby," I cooed, kissing him again. "How SWEET!"

"Sweet? It was downright AGONY, being away from you all day. EVERYTHING on the tour reminded me of you! It all started on the long bus ride into downtown. I closed my eyes and fell into a half-sleep, daydreaming about last night. Remembering you, you all nice and naked, you so very horny, climbing up on top of me, straddling my legs, your head tilted back and moaning loudly, uncontrollably, as my hands lovingly caressed and fondled your breasts. And you enthusiastically sliding your sweet, tight, hot wet pussy up and down my very hard love rod. I started to get all big and hard all over again just remembering it all. I was fighting not to let the tent in my trousers show to the other passengers on the tour bus. It was starting to get embarrassing."

"Don't forget, I've SEEN your cock. Believe me, you have NOTHING to be embarrassed about. If anything, you should be proud, VERY proud!"

"I am. But it's still not generally cool to sport a very obvious hard-on in a bus load of blue-haired old ladies."

"I suppose not. They might think you're some sort of pervert."

"Or worse, one of them might think the hard-on is for her, and go after me!" he groaned.

"Now that WOULD be embarrassing!" I giggled.

"It got worse. Our first stop was at a restored historic Victorian house that is now a museum. In one room, there was a manequin of a woman in a crimson velvet Victorian gown. It reminded me of our first Valentine's day together. Remember, I took you to a historic costuming shop, and bought you a crimson velvet Victorian gown. You wore it, and I wore a tux and top-hat, and we went to that club for a sumptuous dinner and dancing to a very hot jazz band. Remember?"

"I remember," I whispered softly. "It was one of the most riomantic nights of my life."

"Remember when we got home, you lifted your long gown, pushed my head down under it, and smoothed your skirt back down over my head and shoulders? It was very dark under your skirt, and I had to navigate by touch."

"As I recall," I smiled, "you had no trouble at ALL, guiding your fingers and tongue to ALL the right places, even in the total darkness under my skirt."

"Yeah, it WAS fun, wasn't it?" Jimmy grinned. "But that's my point. Seeing that Victorian gown, and remembering that Valentine's night, I got all hard and horny all over again. And frustrated that it would be about 6 or 7 hours yet, before I could slide that hard-on into your lovely tight pussy."

"Oh, poor BABY!" I sympathized, kissing his mouth again and running my hand through his hair. "So what did you do?"

"I found the nearest bathroom, locked the door, dropped my trousers, and began vigorously pumping my hard-on in my fist, to relieve the unbelievable pressure. I was just on the verge of coming, when I stopped myself."

"For heaven's sake, why?"

"I started thinking, 'What am I doing? Why should I waste even one drop of my come on my hand and my belly, when I have the most wonderful and delicious pussy in the whole wide world waiting for me back at the hotel?' I started thinking about how beautiful and wonderful you are, about how much I truly and deeply love you, and how the only proper place to deposit my come is deep in your warm, wet, wonderful, loving, tight little pussy. And when that thought came to me, I relaxed, and I felt the most wonderful and peaceful calm wash over me. The urgency of my hard-on disappeared then."

"So where did your sightseeing tour go next?"

"To the zoo."

"How was that?"

"Well, it was feeding time there. They had two elephants, one male and one female, and the elephant trainer trossed a big bale of hay in front of each elephant. They each grabbed up a bunch of hay in their trunks and stuffed it in their mouths. Then I saw the most amazing thing happen."

"Oh, what was THAT?"

"The male elephant picked up a second clump of hay in his trunk, but instead of stuffing it in his own mouth, he offered it to the female elephant. She kind of picked at it at first, but then she let the male elephant feed the hay to her. When she had finished the mouthful of hay, she opened her mouth a little wider, and let the male elephant slip his trunk in, like a man sliding his tongue in to a woman's mouth in a very sweet, hot, romantic French kiss. Then the female elephant scooped up a trunk full of hay, and fed it to the male elephant. When she saw he had finished it all, she slid her own trunk into HIS mouth. They fed each other several more mouthfuls of hay that way, always French kissing each other with their trunks between mouthfuls of food, until they had both had enough to eat. But you won't BELIEVE what happened next!"

"Tell me, TELL me!" I begged.

"The female elephant turned her backside to the male elephant, and as she stood, she slowly moved her hind legs apart. I could see right up her big elephant pussy, and so could the male elephant. His elephant cock got so big at the sight of bare elepant pussy, that it put even the most well-endowed human male to shame."

"Did he fuck her? Did you watch?"

"He did one better. He slid his elephant trunk right up into her pussy! With me watching just a few feet away!"

"What did she do?"

"Who?"

"I mean the female elephant, of course, silly! What did she do?"

"She stood up on just her hind legs, her front legs up in the air, and trumpeted loudly, like the elephant version of moaning or something. She was obviously enjoying this elephant cunnilingus VERY much! I started thinking about all the times I've slid my tongue into YOUR pussy, and how you've moaned loud enough to wake neighbors halfway down the block! And of course, that memory got me all big and hard all over again. So embarrassing!"

"Why embarrassing? Did one of the blue-haired old ladies on the bus see your hard-on and comment about it?"

"Worse. The bus driver saw my hard-on."

"Well, I'm sure he understood about such things. Not like he hasn't gotten embarrassing hard-ons at the most inappropriate times and places himself."

"But that's just it, the bus driver was a SHE! About 25 years old. She just kept staring at the tent in my trousers and licking her lips. Then it got even WORSE. As the male elephant's trunk explored around the inside of the female elephant's pussy, the bus driver patted the front of my trousers and moaned, 'It has been TOO long since a man did that to ME! Too, TOO long!"

I started to get mad. "Are you trying to tell me you slept with the bus driver?"

"Oh, hell no! I mean, she was cute and all, and if I were still single--well, never mind that. The point is, I'm NOT single any more, and I could NEVER, WOULD never, cheat on you! I have the best, the VERY best, right here at home, so why would I EVER want to settle for anyone less?"

"You'd better not!" I half-shouted, grabbing his nuts and squeezing. "Or you'll be in for a WORLD of hurt!"

"I've found everything I could ever want, and more, in you, baby. That's just it. The thought of you gave me a raging hard-on, but the moment another woman, the bus driver, touched me there, I went all soft. Yeah, she was cute, but she doesn't and can't hold a candle to YOU, my love. And having someone other than you interested in me, somehow just completely turned me off. The bus driver pouted, she was all disappointed, I think that in her warped mind she somehow thought that she and I might become an item."

"What happened then? Did the bus driver get mad? Did she yell or scream at you for not being interested in her?"

"I think she would have. But just then, the blue-haired league returned. It was time to get back on the bus and go on to the next stop, which was lunch."

"Where did you eat? What did you have?"

"Well, it was the oddest thing. Apparently, the bus driver hadn't quite given up trying to turn me on, and hadn't accepted my no for an answer. Because she took us all to lunch at a STRIP CLUB! I thought it was an odd choice of lunch stops, for a woman bus driver to take a bunch of blue-haired old ladies there of all places."

"Did the exotic dancers on stage turn you on all over again?"

"You would think they would, huh? I mean, they were all VERY beautiful. But as I watched them, all I could see in their faces was YOUR sweet, angelic face. And as they stripped and showed off their big boobs and toned bodies, I realized how fake they all are, all surgically enhanced, and all I could think about was how I have the real deal waiting for me at home, how naturally beautiful and sexy you are. And even though the other male patrons were howling and whistling in appreciation for these sexy women, they all seemed skanky to me compared to what I get to have in MY bed every night!"

"So all those naked sluts on stage didn't turn you on at ALL? I'm not sure I believe you! So you weren't tempted, and you didn't get even ONE lap dance?"

"Well, I did get ONE lap dance. But I didn't ask for it."

"Oh?" I asked, more curious than upset. "Since when do strippers give out free samples?"

"When the stripper is the bus driver! The DJ announced that Amber would be up on stage next, and the bus driver started to go up on stage, and I stopped her. 'What the hell do you think YOU'RE doing, driver? You're name badge sues Susan, you're NOT Amber and you DON'T work here!'"

"As a matter of fact, I AM Amber, and I DO work here!" she smiled. "You see, driving a tour bus doesn't pay very well, so I moonlight here as Amber, entertaining the luch-time crowd. I made up the name Amber because my real name, Susan as on my bus-driver name badge, just doesn't sound exotic and sexy enough to be the name of a stripper. Usually, I have at least one or two male passengers on the tour bus, and they always seem to appreciate this little surprise stop, and watching me up on stage. Anyway, you'd better let me go now. It's my turn up on stage now. Wouldn't want to keep my audience waiting now, WOULD we?"

"So the bus driver got up on stage and stripped?" I asked incedulously.

"Yes. She spent the entire first song swinging around the brass pole and slowly unbuttoning her light blue bus-driver's uniform blouse. Then for the second song, she made a real show of unzipping and removing her black uniform pants. Underneath she was wearing a bright red teddy that you could see right through, paired with red fishnet stockings held up with red garters attached to the hem of her red teddy. She lay face down on the stage and slithered toward the audience. One of the blue-haired old ladies from our bus stepped up to the edge of the stage, stuffed a ten-dollar bill in Amber's cleavage, and yelled 'Take it ALL off, baby!' Just imagine, an 80-year Lesbian! I never knew such a thing existed!"

I tried to picture an 80-year-old woman getting all excited over watching a 25-year-old woman strip. The mental image made me laugh. "So what happened next?"

"The second song ended, and Amber walked down off the stage. She put her bus-driver uniform cap on the head of the 80-year-old woman who had slipped the ten dollar bill into her cleavage. Amber then hopped on the old lady's lap and kissed her on the mouth. The old lady pressed her hand up against the bus driver's crotch, copping a feel of Amber's pussy through the thin fabric of her red teddy. 'You can't DO that!' Amber smiled. 'If a bouncer catches us, we're BOTH in a lot of trouble!'" So saying, Amber hopped down off the old lesbian's lap, but she let the old lady keep the bus-driver cap."

"That's when Amber spotted ME at the next table," Jimmy continued. "Her face lit up in a smile, and she started slinking cat-like toward my table. She climbed up on my lap facing me, one leg on each side of my waist, and she started grinding her barely-covered pussy against the zipper of my trousers."

"I'll bet you liked THAT!" I hissed angrily.

"That's just it. She got NO reaction from me, and she was getting mad about it. 'What the hell is WRONG with you!' Amber snapped. 'Are you GAY? Most men would be ROCK hard by now! And slipping a twenty up my snatch, besides!'"

"I just smiled," Jimmy continued. 'Don't get my wrong,' I told Amber. 'I think you're VERY beautiful and sexy, And up until two years ago, I would have been VERY interested in you! Two years ago, you would have had about FIVE twenties from me by now! But now I know better.'"

"'What the hell does THAT mean?' Amber asked me."

"'Two years ago,' I told Amber, 'I met my one true love, my soulmate. Her name is Tiffany. I love her with all my heart and soul, and she loves me fully and completely. I could never cheat on her. That hard-on you saw on the bus and at the elephant cage was because I was thinking about my WIFE, not YOU. Yes, you're sexy and all, Amber, but no offense, why would I settle for a beer and a bologna sandwich here, when I have the champagne and caviar of women waiting for me at home?'"

"What did Amber say to THAT?" I asked.

"She kissed my cheek, climbed down off my lap, and said she is very jealous of you for having my love and commitment, because I sound like a sweet and very romantic man."

I kissed Jimmy full on the mouth, and said "Amber's right, you ARE a very sweet and romantic man. And she's right, too, that I am a VERY lucky woman to have you!"

With that, I pushed Jimmy down into a chair in our room. I stood before him and stripped off the ruffled white blouse and black miniskirt that Jimmy had put on me this morning. Now wearing only Jimmy's black G-string that he'd worn last night, I climbed up on Jimmy's lap, facing him, one leg on each side of his waist.

"Tell me, did Amber sit on you just like this?"

"Yes, honey, JUST like that," Jimmy whispered. "But there's one difference."

"Oh, what's that?" I asked, eager to get everything precisely right.

"Amber sitting on my lap had absolutely NO effect on me!" he smiled. "Whereas you, my WIFE, sitting on my lap, is getting me VERY hard and horny!" he moaned.

I ground my pussy, covered only in HIS black-leather G-string, into the fly of his pants now. He was right, I could feel that familiar long, thick ridge forming up the front of his pants.

"Are strippers allowed to do THIS?" I giggled, wriggling on his lap, as I quickly unbuckled my loving husband's belt.

"I don't think the bouncers would LET the girls do that!" he groaned appreciatively.

"No? Well then, how about THIS?" I asked, unzipping his fly. "Do the bouncers let the girls do THIS?"

"Only at our own private club here in our hotel room, baby," Jimmy grinned. "Here at Club Jimmy, there are no bouncers to stop my favorite stripper, Tiffany, from doing anything she wants with me."

"You mean, no bouncer's going to stop me from doing THIS?" I asked, unbuttoning his shirt so rapidly that I nearly tore the buttons off.

"I OWN this club, and I say it's OK for you to do that!" he grinned, bucking his pelvis up off the chair, pressing the ridge in his trousers even tighter up against my leather-clad pussy.

"And I can't get in any trouble with the management of this club for doing THIS?" I gigled as I kissed his handsome, bare masculine chest.

"No," he moaned. "In fact, the management of Club Jimmy ENCOURAGES our one and only exotic dancer to behave like that. But ONLY with the club's owner."

I sucked his nipple up into my mouth and began gently nibbling on it. "How about THIS? Does the manager of Club Jimmy also encourage his star dancer to do THIS?"

"No," he moaned loudly.

"No?" I asked. "What do you MEAN, no?"

He pressed his hand into the back of my head, pushing my mouth tighter over his nipple, forcing me to turn my soft nibbles into gentle love bites.

"I mean no. The management of Club Jimmy discourages our dancer Tiffany from nipple-nibbling. But we definitely encourage nipple BITING!"

Thus encouraged, I bit down even harder on his nipple. Jimmy tilted his head way back against the back-rest of the chair, and really moaned loudly now. I'll bet they could hear him all the way down in the lobby now, 7 stories below us!

I climbed off him, slid his open pants and his boxer shorts down off his legs, and climbed back onto his lap, wriggling my leather-clad pussy against his fully-exposed naked hard-on now.

"Does the management of Club Jimmy encourage THIS!" I smiled, grinding myself hard against the cock I love, on the MAN I love.

He reached out, pulled down the tiny front pouch of the leather G-string, and slid two fingers down into the inside of my pussy. "Definitely!" he grinned. "This behavior is DEFINITELY encouraged! HIGHLY encouraged!"

I pushed the leather aside to completely expose my pussy, and slowly slid myself down over his magnificent raging hard-on.

"I'll bet the bouncers at most clubs don't let the girls do THIS!" I grinned, moaning as I began to ride my man's lovely hard cock now.

"So tell me," Jimmy asked. "I've been going on and on about MY day. So tell me, how was YOUR day?"

"As bad as yours," I pouted. "I kept thinking about how I'm wearing YOUR leather G-string, and how good it looked on YOU last night, with half of your luscious hard cok sticking up over the top of your leather G-string, and your big, beautiful balls overflowing the sides of the keather G-string pouch. And every time I stood up, sat down, walked, or shifted in my chair, I could feel, and I swear I could sometimes even HEAR, all that come sloshing around deep in my pussy. All that wonderful sweet, hot come that you so passionately pumped into me last night! All I could think about all day was counting down the hours until I could once more be in your arms and riding your hard cock!"

"Now that you ARE riding my cock, do you feel better?"

"MUCH better. Much, MUCH better!" I gushed enthusiastically, as I continued to gently and happily ride him.

"So," Jimmy smiled. "Other than that, other than walking around desperately horny all day, just as I walked around horny for YOU all day, so other than that, how was YOUR day?"

"Well," I began, settling into a comfortable rhyhtm of cock-riding now. "Most of the seminars were boring as hell, as usual. Although Bob and Emma publicly announcing to the whole room that they were both transferring to Cincinnati to jointly open a new office there, caused quite a stir. QUITE a stir! Especially when Emma giggled 'I know I'm going to enjoy sharing a private office with Bob. Especially after last night, when he proved to me that selling machinery isn't the ONLY thing he's good at!' That caused a LOT of whispering the rest of the day!"

"I'll just bet it DID!" Jimmy laughed. "Just like all the office gossip when you and I first got together two years ago."

"I only hope things work out for Bob and Emma as well as they have for us," I replied, slamming my pussy down over his cock harder and harder, faster and faster.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, sweetie," Jimmy moaned. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable riding me somewhere other than in a chair?"

"Funny you should mention it!" I grinned. "Just before you returned to our room, I had filled the tub with a hot bubble bath. I was just about to slip naked beneath the soap suds, when you entered the room. So, care to join me in a bubble bath? There's PLENTY of room in the tub for BOTH of us!"

Jimmy didn't say a word. He let the wild throbbing of his long, thick, hard cock do all his talking FOR him now. I got his message loud and clear, and that reply made me VERY happy.

He clasped my hand in his, and silently led me to the bathroom. I could hardly wait for my loving husband and me to start playing in that tub now!

 

[Latina]

Thanks, tragicomicnight, for stepping into the role of Bob. Anyone care to take the role of Emma? I see young Emma's bubbly enthusiasm for learning her new job in sales, and for learning all about Bob, reenergizing Whiny Old Bob's enthusiasm, in place of his previous boredom with his life and his job. Emma has a giggly but smoldering sexuality about her, and under Emma's loving guidance, Bob is relearning long-forgotten skills with his tongue and his 10-incher.

And catlover, where are you, to continue in the role of Jimmy? You need to pick up the story from where Jimmy and Tiffany are about to both climb naked into a tub full of warm bubble-bath, in the sunken tub of their luxury hotel suite up on the 7th floor.

I love that this story has now become two tales in one: Jimmy and Tiffany's married but still VERY passionate romance of two years, and Bob and Emma just discovering each other, in life, love, and sex. I love that there can now be FOUR players in this ongoing tale. Let's all keep it going!

-- Latina

 

[catlover]

Jimmy

It had been a long day. I learned long ago in the navy, that when arriving in a stange city the thing to do wsas just take the city tour and get the lay of the land. Then, at a more leisurely pace, return to the places that were of particular interest.

I was sure we'd get the museum bit, as tours always think people want to see museums. One thing did really catch my eye though, a mannequn in a Victorian dress which reminded me of a costume party Tiffany and I went to right when we were first going together. As I stood there I got a huge hard-on thinking about that night, and snuck off to the mens room to take care f it, but then thought let's save it for tonight

Then we went to the zoo, which was normal enough seeing the monkeys and the birds etc, until wwe went to the elephant area and saw an incredible sight. Theyt should have been selling tckets as the two eephants made love, and everyone stood there watching enthralled. Even te little old ladies reacted, but the bus driver was somethng else. She showed he colors right away, tht driving a bus ws just a part time way to kill time. Her real interest was in what the elephant was doing, and wanting to be a part of it, but not with the animals

So, surprisingly the next stop was a strip club, and believe it or not, the bus driver got up on stage and stripped, and then tried to climb on my lap for a lap dance.

She was cute enough, but all I could think of was Tffany in her sales meeting, probably catching up on the sleep we didnt get last night, and storing enough rest to be ready for tonight

After touring the college campus and seeng all the cute little coeds, I started to wonder about our company recruiting progam. Seeing the enthusiasm in Emma, I thought we ought to recruit a lot of young eager tigers to really get sales moving

Im mid-afternoon we headed back to the hotel. By the time we got there I ad had my nap in my seat, and with the driver bsy behind the steering wheel even she was leaving me alone to think about Tiffany and what I wuld find on return

A our room I told Tiffany about my day and all that we had encountered. She had prepared a hot bubble bath, and then I discovetefd something else. The tub was big enough for bot of us as we slid int the hot water, and she sid in on top of me, with my cock sliding so comfortably into her pussy. As we kissed, I whispered to her "Ah, it is home at last"

 

[patford31769]

Emma

I just recently started working for John as a junior sales rep, when the national sales convention came up. He told me he was way too busy running the Pittsburgh sales office to go there himself. But he wanted me to go. I'd heard sales conventions can be boring, but being new to sales and to the company, I figured maybe I'd learn something. And I hoped I'd get to meet some of the legendary sales superstars of the company, like Harry from the New England office.

At the end of the first day of seminars, as I was heading out of the conference room, I noticed this guy about 45, about 20 years older than me, also leaving the room. There was just something about him that instantly attracted me to him. His head was down and he seemed to be grumbling a bit to himself, under his breath. He had thick, lustrous dark hair, the kind any girl would just LOVE to run her fingers through, with just a few strands starting to turn grayish-white. I dig older guys: they take their time pleasuring a girl like me in bed. And they are so grateful, they simply can't believe that a beautiful young woman like me could have any interest in them at their age, and they would do just about anything romantic for us, without even having to be asked.

I glanced at his name tag. "Bob. Chicago."

"Bob from Chicago? I'm Emma from Pittsburgh."

"Whaddya want?" he snapped.

"Rough day, Bob?"

"Sorry," he apologized, not seming to really mean it. "Didn't mean to snap your head off. Yes, it HAS been a rough day! I HATE these goddamned sales conventions! So boring, stupid, and pointless!"

"Well, Mister GRUMPY!" I chided. "Say, Bob from Chicago, you wouldn't happen to be 'Whiny Old Bob,' would you?"

"Don't CALL me that, goddamn it!" he snapped. "I HATE that nickname!"

"Oh? Then what SHOULD I call you?"

"Don't call me at ALL!" he snapped. Then he finally looked AT me, instead of through me. His eyes scanned all up and down that hour-glass figure of mine, which I work very hard to maintain, and of which I am justifiably very proud.

"Say, you ARE a cutie, aren't you?" he smiled at last. "Sorry for all the whining before. I never really thought about it before, but I guess I really HAVE earned that nickname of 'Whiny Old Bob' after all. It's just that when pretty girls like you approach me at conventions, they always ask me what I do, and when I tell them I'm in sales, they all run for the hills, screaming, like I'm going to try to sell them all sorts of useless stuff they don't need or want."

"Well, Bob," I grinned. "There's no danger of that with me. I won't ask you what you do, because we are both sales reps for the SAME company!"

He looked me up and down several times more, absent-mindedly licking his lips in appreciation of my curvy figure. "I'm sorry," he asked, "what did you say your name was again?"

"Emma," I smiled. Then I laughed.

"Let me in on the joke."

"Well, Bob, I was just wondering how you would react if I DID ask you what you do?"

Bob burst into explosive laughter.

"So," I smiled. "'Whiny Old Bob' does have a fun-loving side to him after all!"

"Emma, you are the first woman to bring out that fun side of me in a long, LONG time," he whispered. "I'm so glad I met you. I was planning to go to my room all alone tonight and watch an old movie on TV."

"Oh my GOD!" I bubbled. "I just LOVE old movies!"

"Me too."

"I've always wished I could look like my favorite old-time actress, Audrey Hepburn."

"You're kidding!" Bob laughed. "Audrey Hepburn is MY all-time favorite actress, too. And by the way, Emma, although you don't really look like her, you have that same blend of surface innocence, and smoldering sexuality just below the surface, as Audrey always portrayed up on the screen. But you have one edge over Hepburn."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Those sparkling green eyes. A man could lose his SOUL in your eyes, Emma!"

"You say the SWEETEST things, Bob," I smiled. "What say you and I go up to your room and watch an old movie on TV together?"

"Oh, damn!" Bob's face soured again. "I forgot. I can't tonight."

"Why not?" I pouted. "Already made plans with another girl? Who is she, Bob? I'll KILL her!"

"No, no!" Bob laughed. "Nothing like that. It's just that I have to give a slide presntation at 8:00 AM tomorrow, and I have to update all my slides with the latest sales figures. That's another thing I hate: Power Point."

"Power Point? Oh, let me help you. I'm a wiz with Power Point. We'll have those slides finished in no time, and then we can watch an old movie together after all. Maybe we'll find one starring that suave Cary Grant."

"Or Bogart," he countered. "Shweetheart!"

"Or Clark Gable!" we both called out at the same time. The we both laughed for saying the same thing at the same time.

"I thought only old married couples finish each other's thoughts," I said.

"Well," Bob said, "It's sort of like Humphrey Bogart in The African Queen. Right after he marries Katherine Hepburn, he calls himself an old married man. Even though we just met, I feel such chemistry between us, it's like I am already an old married man with you."

"How sweet, Bob. But we have yet to consumate this marriage!"

"You sound like you're disappointed about that."

"Mmmm, could be. Could be! Why don't we head up to your room, get started on those Power Point slides, and let's just see what develops from there." As we entered the elevator up to his room, I gave his cute butt a little love pat.

No sooner had the elevator doors closed, then I pushed the stop button, threw my arms around Bob's neck, and kissed him passionately, nearly knocking him off his feet. "Pleased..." I said, then kissed him again, "to meet..." another kiss, "you, Bob!" Kiss again.

"Wow!" Bob exclaimed. "Not comlplaining or anything, but what brought THAT on?"

"Just a little taste of what's in store for later," I smiled and winked, pushing the elevator start button. "And a little motivation for both of us to finish those slides quickly, and then to move on to, umm, OTHER things. More FUN things!"

In his room, we worked on his slide presntation for what seemed like hours. There were just so MANY sales figures to update! But we did finally finish all of the slides. Then we switched on the TV, and by coincidence, Audrey Hepburn was on screen. The movie was Breakfast at Tiffany's.

"My favorite movie!" we both cried out.

"It's the movie that made me fall in love with Audrey," Bob confided.

"Me too. After I saw this movie, I wanted to BE Audrey Hepburn."

"No need, Emma. You turned out even PRETTIER than Audrey."

"Oh, how sweet and charming you are, Bob," I kissed him again. "But what about me do you find prettier than Audrey?"

"Well, please don't take offense, but for one thing, you have much nicer boobs!"

"You like my boobs, Bob? Would you like to see them, umm, uncovered?"

"Yes, please," he whispered hoarsely. It was so cute, like a little boy asking me to buy him an ice cream cone. His voice sounded innocent, even if his request was anything but. How could I refuse this man, when he asked so sweetly? So I removed my top for him, revealing my tight, skimpy black lace bra, which seemed on the verge of losing its battle to contain my enormous breasts. My breasts were everywhere, spilling out over the top and bottom of my tiny bra.

"Oh, Emma, they're SPECTACULAR!" he enthused. It had been a long time since any man had made me feel this sexy and desirable. Far TOO long, if you ask me.

He reached his hands around behind my back, his fingers resting on the hooks that hold closed the back of my bra. "May I?" he asked, with the same blend of sweet innocence, and hot lust just beneath the surface.

"I'll be very upset if you DON'T!" I encouraged.

In one swift motion, he had my bra off, and it landed softly atop the bedspread. He leaned his head in, kissing my cleavage, all around my breasts, all over my areolas, then kissing and gently licking my already hard nipples. His licks grew ever more enthusiastic.

"So," I laughed, "I guess this means you DO like my boobies."

"They're magnificent, Emma," Bob groaned, sucking first one nipple, then the other up into his mouth, causing me to moan with passionate desire for him.

"You are as sexy, classy, and elegant as Audrey Hepburn," he commented between kisses and licks. "And much more exquisite."

"That DOES it!" I said, pushing him flat on his back. "Lie back, Bob! I'm gonna fuck you like no woman has EVER fucked you before. I'm going ride your cock SO hard, I'm gonna ride you beyond your WILDEST dreams now, Bob!" I quickly stripped, not fast enough for my wet, eager pussy. I practically tore his clothes off now to get at him, I wanted him in me SO much by now. "FUCK my hungry pussy, Bob!" I wailed, climbing up on top of him.

I felt something pushing against my pussy, but seeming to have a hard time entering. Whatever it was pressing up against my pussy lips now, it felt just ENORMOUS! "What the hell are you PACKING there, Bob? I moaned.

Then I looked down and gasped in astonishment. His hard-on must have been at least ten inches long, and about three inches across. How was I EVER gonna stuff all that beautiful man-meat into my tiny, tight little pussy. I didn't know how, but I was determined to succeed, and I knew I was in a for a LOT of fun trying.

"Damn, Bob! You are just too BIG! I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're just gonna have to eat my pussy for a while, until I can open up my juicy slit big enough to accommodate all of THAT!"

"Don't apologize, Emma," Bob grinned. "Eating pussy is my all-time favorite thing to do in the whole wide world! Not that most women ever let me get far enough along with them to even LET me eat their pussies!"

"Well, Bob," I chided, "If you had spent less time whining at them, and more time letting them see what a big, beautiful cock you have, I can assure you, you would have had a lot more girlfriends, and eaten a lot more pussy, in the past."

"Maybe it's just as well," he grinned. "If I'd hooked-up with a steady girlfriend before, I might never have met YOU!"

"Oh Bob, you are SO sweet!" I kissed him ferociously, running my hands eagerly through his thick, full salt-and-pepper hair. "Now shut-up and EAT my pussy!"

Bob just about threw me down on my back on the bed. He hungrily kissed and licked my pussy lips, he fingered and licked my inner walls and my G-spot, he licked and sucked and nibbled my clit, until my excited little pussy stretched open very, very wide.

At last, I felt ready for all that lovely man meat. I couldn't even wrap both of my hands fully closed around his thick hardness, as I climbed back on top of him and eagerly guided his love rocket to my very hot, wet, steamy opening. This time, I was open so wide that he was able to push homself up into me, just barely. He was so gentle, pushing into me so slowly, and solicitously asking me if I felt OK.

"I feel WONDERFUL!" I cooed. "Don't worry, I'll let you know if it hurts. Right now, it just feels so AMAZING! I have NEVER had my pussy stretched open THIS wide in all my 25 years!" When he had finally pushed about eight inches of his 3-inch-thick cock into me, I had no room to take in any more, so I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the remaining two inches of cock outside my pussy, and began lazily pumping it. "And I have NEVER been stuffed so COMPLETELY full of cock before!" I moaned. "You are WONDERFUL, just truly WONDERFUL!"

As he started slowly pumping his enormousness up into and back down out of me, I gazed down deeply into his eyes. I felt like I was gazing directly into his SOUL, through his eyes, and I really, really liked what I saw.

"Bob?" I whispered as I rode him with a vigorous enthusiasm.

"Yes, Emma, my sweet?" he replied, thrusting himself high up into me.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, Bob," I groaned, as I once more slid myself tightly down over him.

"That's good," he grinned up at me, as I continued to slip and slide up and down his hard shaft from above him. "Because I KNOW I'm already in love with YOU!"

"So what are we going to do about this, Bob?" I asked, riding his absolutely enormous cock so hard and so enthusiatically now. "I mean, I live in Pittsburgh, and you live in Chicago."

That's when Bob suggested we both move to Cincinnati, and jointly take over the long-vacant Cincinnati territory.

"Oh, Bob, you're so smart to think of that," I replied, riding up and down his enormous slab of man-meat even more enthusiastically than ever before. "Of COURSE I'll move to Cincinnati with you. I feel I'm going to learn a LOT from you."

"You're going to benefit from my 20 years of sales experience?"

"Oh, yeah, that too. But I meant, I want to learn everything you know in the BEDROOM! You are an AMAZING lover, Bob. Teach ME how to love YOU like that!"

"Me? I have NEVER had a woman ride me with SUCH enthusiasm. I am the one who will learn from YOU! Emma, I am awed by your beauty, and humbled by your sexual enthusiasm!" He made me feel just so loved and loving and beautiful and sexy and desirable now.

Bob and I kissed and hugged and sucked and fucked away the rest of the night. In the morning, after a tasty breakfast in the hotel lobby, we ran into Tiffany and Jimmy, who are as legendary around the company as lovers as they are as sales reps.

As we left the lobby, I whispered to Bob, "Do you think the two of US will ever be as legendary sales reps, and as legendary lovers, as Tiffany and Jimmy are?"

"Well," Bob grinned. "We have two more nights at this convention to get started on building our OWN legend."

"And then a lifteime in Cincinnati to be legendary together," I gushed.

I kissed Bob again, and our tongues wrestled as we entered the conference room, hand-in-hand, both of us giggling like high-schoolers. All day, through one seminar after another, all I could think of was spending the next two days with Bob, hugging and kissing and fucking in every position known to mankind, and maybe inveting a few NEW positions of our own.

I smiled at the thought of a convention 20 years from now, when young sales reps would point at Bob and me, and whisper the way they now do about Tiffany and Jimmy, "Oh, look, there go the Legendary Lovers!" All day long, my mind raced with all the ways I was going to make tonight the first step in building that legend. And judging by his smile, and the twinkle in Bob's eyes all day, he was formulating pretty-much the same deliciously dirty ideas for tonight as I was. I guess we could both hardly wait now.

 

[tragicomicnight]

Darling Emma

The next day, I sat through the seminars with thoughts of the hot young thing who had made my drab life something special. I couldn't believe it, finding love in a place like a sales convention. It was like going to a Mc Donald's and finding paella on the menu. We exchanged glances that were at once sallacious and deep. We were telling each other that we lived to make one another feel good, body and soul. Those green eyes, those slender legs, those breasts...the whole package that was her. The meeting was longer and shorter at the same time. It was bearable. There, I said it. I was able to enjoy sales presentations because of her.
Her teasing was even more exquisite every time I presented. She would ask so many questions and each time, she would lean in toward me, almost motioning with her cleavage. "Play with us," they seemed to beg, "won't you play with us, Bob?" The girl could be as much Mae West as Audrey Hepburn. Not that I minded, it was good that she could make the first move with me. Even better that she could make hundreds of moves afterwards. She was something alright. Something, everything...THE thing. She was THE thing. I hadn't had to cross my legs while presenting a report in order to hide an erection since high school. I tell ya, it isn't easy with endowment like mine. Not to brag...but, sure, I'll brag. 10 inches and Emma. I could say I was the emperor of China if I wanted to.
We met up in the lobby again and she had a very kittenish look on her face. "Love me?" she asked, licking her lips. I pulled her close, rubbing her shoulders which were left bare in the backless dress she was wearing. I love the skin on her back. It is one of the smoothest and curviest places on Emma's body. One of the many perfect things about it and one of my many favorite places to touch her. I couldn't name all of them if I tried. As I said, the whole package is splendid. Her back felt like it might have actually been smoother than the lotion she used on it. Oh, that woman's skin is something.
"If you're asking because of a bet, I'll be glad to settle it,sweetheart." I kissed her like I couldn't breathe if I'd done otherwise. She kind of was air to me, she was something that finally let me live.
"Today's seminars are all done," she began, "whatever shall we do? Could you give me a little direction?"
"More than a little one," I replied, "OH, you said DIrection! Forgive an old man's hearing."
She laughed. It was one of the greatest sounds ever made. "Hope you brought your heart medicine, pops," she said as we got into the elevator together. She pushed floor 26. Nice, big hotel. I'm grateful for that now. She got on her knees and fumbled with my zipper using her teeth. She also lightly used her to teeth to remove the prize she had earned with her taunting. She kissed all ten inches up and down, before she took me into her warm, moist mouth.
Her tongue played along the tip as she took it in deeply. I was shocked to find that she was using her teeth. It wasn't unpleasant though. The little pain that came from it was ameliorated by the touch of her warm tongue. When we reached floor twelve, someone tried to open the door, but with a kick that would do Bruce Lee proud, she hit the "Close" button with the spike of her heel. And the whole time she somehow managed to keep up the attention she was paying me with her mouth. She couldn't help but be an asset to the sales department; you don't see multitasking like that very often.
I couldn't take it anymore. My body was becoming a volcano. I felt the floodgates on my cock were breaking down and there was about to be a veritable tsunami. Usually, in my experience, this was when a woman would begin to gag and choke. An organ of that size generates a LOT of fluid. But, it wasn't too much for Emma. She swallowed it all and gave a satisfied "mmm" when she was done. Then, her voice took on a tone of queenlike authority. "On your knees," she said. She sounded dead serious and it was turning me on. She pulled down her panties. They black lace embroidered into some arcane and bizarre design. It was the kind of undergarments you would figure on finding on a girl like her.
I obeyed, knowing what my duty would be. She placed a high heeled foot on my back, as she slid up her dress. I attacked her clit as if it were made of Dutch chocolate. It might as well be. She had that earthy, womany taste that's normal for a lady, but it was sweeter. It tasted a bit like ripe strawberries. To me, her whole pussy was a big, ripe strawberry. I gave it broad, general licks at first, but then I took the whole beautiful button into my mouth and sucked on it just as thoroughly as she had done me. I let my tongue dive deeply into the folds of her, eager to have more of the juices that she made me crave so badly. I licked around, tasting every little bit, rolling around the sides and then deeper and deeper and deeper until I reached our mutual favorite spot. Something that could have just as easily been said of this elevator. She cried out louder and louder until she made a sound that could have made her a soprano at the Met. We finally reached the 21st floor, the "ding" of the elevator in tune with her coming. We couldn't help but laugh, thinking of the fact that our room was on the 2nd floor. At least it gave us plenty of time.

 

[patford31769]

Emma

The next to the last day of the convention. After the convention, I would be flying back to Pittsburgh alone, and Bob would be flying to Chicago alone. But I didn't want to think about that, I didn't want to think about all those upcoming lonely nights in my lonely bed, until I could sell my condo in the heart of Pittsburgh and Bob could sell his house in the suburbs of Chicago, until we could find a place together in Cincinnati and start our new life there as a couple.

No, I didn't want to think about any of that at all. I wanted to think only about the many wonderful hours of hot sex that Bob and I had already shared, and of the many, many mutual orgasms that were yet to, umm, COME!

I thought about how sweetly and skillfully he had eaten me out, until my pussy was relaxed enough to take him all in. Well, almost all in. Even stretched to its max, I had been able to accommodate only 8 of his 10 hard inches.

All day, I so much wanted to wrap my MOUTH around that magnificent cock. I wouldn't call myself a slut (OK, maybe I am a little), but I've been with a few men before, and I've NEVER seen a better-looking cock, nor one that I hungered for SO much, so CONSTANTLY! But part of me was terrified. What if I couldn't relax my mouth enough to take him in? What if his hugeness fills my mouth so completely that I start to choke and gag? Will he consider that my rejection of him?

Bob's tongue had had to lick at my pussy for a very long time, before I could open up wide enough to take in his enormous cock. But you can't exactly do that with a human mouth! What was I going to do? The more I thought about it, the more worried and insecure I was becoming.

At 10:15, the sales seminar gave us a 15 minute break for the bathroom, and to get a snack. On the way to the ladies room, I bumped into Tiffany, the Florida sales rep. I pulled her aside.

"I need to talk to you, Tiffany. Legend has it that your Jimmy is a very well hung stud."

"Back off, Emma, Jimmy's already married. To ME! Besides, aren't you already committed. You know, to BOB! Remember HIM?"

"Relax, Tiffany," I laughed. "I don't want to steal your man. No, I want your advice. I DESPERATELY want to suck on Bob's knob. But he's SO big, I'm a little scared. So tell me, Tiffany, what's YOUR secret? How do YOU manage to take Jimmy's big cock down your throat?"

"Oh, is THAT all you want?" Tiffany laughed. "You have to learn to relax your jaw."

"How do you do THAT?" I asked.

"It takes a lot of practice. Here, let me show you." With that, Tiffany began stretching her jaw up and down, side to side, and I imitated her every move. Damn, this was hard. Would I have enough practice by tonight to suck Bob's cock skillfully, and without choking and gagging?

"You know, alcohol helps in this relaxation," Tiffany smiled. "I don't mean get stinking drunk. Just a small glass of white wine or champagne, just enough to make you feel a slight warm glow inside. It helps you relax and take a monster cock like your Bob's, as deep down your throat as you care to go. And WITHOUT gagging on it!"

All through the next hour and a half of seminars, I practiced rotating my jaw, stretching my mouth muscles open as wide as I could. Bob looked at me, puzzled, but mercifully he said nothing. All those mouth exercises still didn't seem to me to be enough to take in Bob, though. What was I going to do? I mean, I love this man, I want to please him with the most amazing blow-job of his life. But more than that, I want this as much for me as for him. I want to enjoy sucking his cock, as much as he enjoys BEING sucked.

Finally, it was 12 o'clock. Lunch break. Being a fancy hotel, the chef prepares your salad for you right at the table. I watched the chef quickly and skillfully slice a cucumber into the giant salad bowl. He picked up a second cucumber, and something about it looked VERY familiar. Then I realized it was just about exactly the same size as Bob's enormous cock. This cucumber was about 10 inches long and about 3 inches across.

That's when inspiration hit me. "Excuse me, Mister Chef, sir. Do you REALLY need to cut up that particular cucumber?"

"I don't know, miss. I suppose not. Why?"

"Well, would it be OK if I take it up to my room, and cut it up later? So it will be fresh for a midnight snack?"

"That's OK with me, miss. Would you like me to wrap it up for you, to keep it fresher?"

"No, it's OK. I'll just put in my purse, and run it up to my room right after lunch. You know, put it in my suite's refrigerator, to keep it fresh until midnight."

"Very good, miss," the chef replied, handing me the cucumber, which I quickly and quietly snuck iunto my purse. I wondered if the chef guessed what I REALLY intended to do with that cucumber!

I am normally a very dainty and well-mannered eater. But I practically wolfed down my salad, and ran to the elevator up to my room. There, I took the cucumber out of my purse, and slowly eased the whole thing into my mouth. I had only about half of its ten inches in my mouth, when I felt myself starting to choke and gag. This simply wouldn't do.

I stopped trying to slip the big cucumber into my mouth, and practiced the jaw relaxation exercises Tiffany had shown me two hours earlier. Then I poured myself a very small glass of white wine. I felt it warming my insides. With one final stretch of my jaw, I tried the cucumber again. This time, I got about seven inches into my mouth before I felt that familiar old gag reflex again.

"C'mon!" I shouted at myself. "You can DO this, Emma! You're a big girl now. You can do this! Think how much you love Bob! Think how much you adore Bob's COCK! Think how magnificently he ate your pussy, and how much you want to do this favor in return, for HIM--no, no, for US!"

This pep-talk to myself boosted my will-power. I did a couple more jaw exercises, took 2 more sips of white wine, and tried sucking down the cucumber for a third time. I slowly crammed it into my mouth with both hands, and to my amazement and delight, I was finally able to take all ten inches of the 3-inch-thick cucumber completely into my mouth. "Third time's the charm," I thought to myself, as I eagerly sucked on the cucumber, pretending it was Bob's cock, and swirled my tongue all around it.

Then I remembered that it was well past lunch time, and I was VERY late for the next sales seminar. I hurriedly tossed the cucumber into the refrigerator. Confident now that tonight I would give Bob the most amazing blow-job of his life, I headed back down to the lobby in the elevator.

Bob chided me for being late returning from lunch, but if he knew my reason why, I'm SURE he'd forgive me!

I was so turned on by my cucumber session, that I took every opportunity to playfiully flash Bob my cleavage all afternoon. When he compared me to Mae West, I squealed in delight and huskily replied, "Why don't you come up and see me some time?"

When the day was done and he made his little pun about DI-rection and E-rection, I loved Bob's bawdy sense of humor so much, that I just had to lean in and give him an appreciative kiss! I noticed a bottle of champagne and some tall, narrow fluted glasses on the snack table just outside the seminar conference room. So I stopped and poured myself about half a fluted glass of champagne. I gulped down the champagne quickly, as much for courage as to relax my jaw. I was ready now, to eagerly suck that wonderful cock of the man who was a stranger to me a week ago, but with whom I was already deeply in love now.

We got into the elevator to head up to our second-floor room. But I couldn't wait that long to finally wrap my lips around his hugeness. I couldn't really do much on the elevator going up only one floor. So I pushed the button for the top floor of the hotel, 26. I figured that would give us some time for what I had in mind, for the moment I had been practicing for all day.

Eagerly, I unbuckled his belt, and my fingers hurriedly tugged down his zipper. With an almost audible plop, his beautiful cock sparng free of his trousers. I kissed it. "THERE you are, sweetheart! Oh, how I have missed you, my darling! How would you like to take your very first trip down my throat?" I cooed. As if in answer, his cock pulsed mightily in mid-air, growing even bigger and harder now.

I rotated my jaw one last time, like Tiffany had shown me this morning. I then took several long, slow licks up his huge shaft, and over his cock head. I was ready now. I wrapped my hands around this lovely cock, and stretched my mouth wide open around him. Slowly, very slowly, I began to suck him into my mouth, my tongue madly swirling around the whole circumference of his cock as I sucked him past my lips, past my teeth, over the roof of my mouth, and into the edge of my throat. I was glad now that I had practiced on that cucumber, as I effortlessly sucked more and more of him into my mouth. The instinct to gag and choke was gone completely now, replaced by the warmest, most wonderful feeling of joy and ecstasy washing over my whole body, from head to toe. I was sucking on the man I love for the very first time, and absolutely LOVING every moment of it.

I counted out the elevator beeps as we passed each floor. Beep! 5. Beep! 6. Beep! 7. With each beep, I sucked another inch of him into my mouth. At the tenth floor, my mouth was stuffed completly full of him, and I loved the feel of his enormous balls pressed up hard against my lips.

At floor 11, I backed off him one inch. Beep! At floor 12, I backed off another inch. But instead of a beep, I heard the ding of a bell, and I realized that the elevator door was about to open, and someone would see me on my knees, with 8 of Bob's luscious ten inches in my mouth. In a panic, I stretched my leg out, and jammed my high heel hard against the "Door Close" button, just in time to prevent the elevator doors from opening.

Scared, my heart pounding, I hastily backed off Bob's cock entirely now, and stood up. "We'd better stop! We could get caught and get in real trouble."

Bob just smiled wickedly. He leaned way forward from his waist, and the tip of his rock-hard 10-inch cock pressed the 26 button again.

"I had no idea a cock could be THAT agile!" I grinned. I watched his hard cock gently pulsating up and down, side to side, like a puppy's tail wagging, so eager to see me. How could I resist such a big, beautiful hard cock that was SO obviously happy to see me? The answer, of course, was I COULDN'T resist. I couldn't resist at ALL. So I knelt down before Bob again, and I hungrily swallowed his whole enormous manhood again, in one swift gulp. He was thrusting his hips and thighs backward and forward, backward and forward, running his fingers madly through my hair, as he pushed my head in closer and even closer into his beautiful crotch, his whole body quivering, and he was moaning loud enough to wake the dead.

"I have NEVER been sucked this GOOD before!" Bob groaned. This was even better than I had dared to hope, than I had ever dreamed. My mouth was stuffed more full of cock than I had ever known was possible, and I was enjoying his every thrust, twitch, and throb in my throat, and his every moan that my cock-sucking was producing from him. I was so proud now, that I was able to do such a good job of sucking MY man, and I wondered now what I'd ever been afraid of. I thought about printing new business cards, not Junior Sales Rep, but Emma H., Fellatrix Par Excellance.

I was still counting elevator beeps, and we had reached 26. I wasn't ready to stop yet, not by a long shot. I decided I would continue to go down on him as the ELEVATOR went down. So I stretched my left leg far behind me, and jammed my high heel hard into the Lobby button. That would give us 26 more floors to play like this.

"Damn, your legs are so sexy. And so agile!" he moaned.

"You say the SWEETEST things to me, Bob!" I moaned, hollowing me cheeks to suck him even deeper and more powerfully.

"Oh god, I don't know how much more of this pleasure I can STAND!" Bob moaned.

"Then let yourself GO!" I whined. "Don't hold ANYTHING back. GIVE your self to me, Bob. Give yourself to me fully and completely now, without holding back ANYTHING, without ANY reservation. Give me your heart, give me your soul, but most of all, give me your COME!"

"You HAVE my heart, you HAVE my soul, baby!" he moaned, as I sucked and sucked and sucked. Now his cock throbbed with his mightiest pulsation of the evening, and he sent his sweet, hot come pumping powerfully into my mouth. "And now you have my COME, too!" he groaned. "I'm YOURS, honey! I'm ALL yours! Fully and completely, every part of me, I'm one HUNDRED percent all YOURS!"

I gulped and gulped and gulped, but I could barely keep pace with his repeated hot and powerful blasts of tasty come, one burst right after another after another. I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole wide world now, to be swallowing SO much come from SUCH a magnificent stud-pole!

When he finally finished emptying himself down my throat, I licked his cock, balls, and thighs clean, and licked the dribbling stream of come off my lips and chin. I then stood up.

Raising my skirt and tugging down my panties, all in one swift move, I commanded Bob onto his knees. His tongue went straight for my hard, throbbing clit, licking and sucking on me with an absolutely VORACIOUS hunger. I threw my head back and moaned long and loud and deep. And I thought that I was skilled with MY tongue! This was absolutely UNBELIEVABLE, and it was all I could do to keep from coming all over his sweet, hadsome face right then and there. But I was enjoying his tongue on and in my pussy so much, that I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. It was too soon to come just yet, WAY too soon to come yet!

So I tried to think about anything but how wonderful this felt, and how desperately I wanted to explode my pussy juice all over his face now. I have a photographic memory for numbers, so I started reciting the sales figures from the Power Point slides I had helped Bob with on our first night together. "26 Model N at $15,484 each. 17 Model K at $11,146 each," I muttered.

But my reciting numbers didn't help calm me down. I just couldn't turn my attention away from how WONDERFUL his kisses and licks felt against my pussy lips, my throbbing clit, and my very wet and spongy G-spot. Instead, my numbers turned now to "26 licks on my G-spot between the 23rd and 22nd floor. 14 kisses on my clit between the 22nd and 21st floor. 8 hand-squeezes on my ass cheeks between the 21st and 20th floors." This was not helping me to resist my urge to come, not helping me at ALL! "One big suction on my clit between the 20th and the nineteen--nineneteenth--nineteenth--fl--fl--FLOOR! Ooooohhhhh! Oh god, that is SO good! That feels so GGGGGOOOODDD! Oh--my--GOD!" And with that, I exploded, squirting oceans of warm, creamy come onto his tongue, into his mouth, on his lips and chin, and even into his eye! I couldn't stop shaking and writhing and moaning now, and especially I couldn't stop COMING!

If I still had any lingering doubts as to how much I love this man, they all disappeared in this very moment, this magical moment, this most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced in my life up until then, as my pussy exploded gush after gush after gush of hot juices, flying out of my pussy and landing everywhere, just EVERYWHERE! He tried to lick it all up and swallow it all, but I was oozing just too MUCH pussy juice, and in too many directions at once, for him to keep pace with me now.

"I've heard of women who squirt when they come," Bob grinned, "but you're the first squirter I've ever experienced in PERSON!" I felt SO proud of my sexual skills now, and so happy to be sharing them with the man I truly and deeply love, with all my heart and soul and LUST!

I lay down flat on the eleavtor floor, face up, and slid between his feet. I sat up under him and appreciatively kissed his balls, and began licking his cock. Beep! 15th floor. I hungrily sucked his hard cock deep down my throat again. After the fabulous way he had just eaten my pussy, he had DEFINITELY earned another blow-job from me!

Beep! Fourteenth floor. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked VERY hard. Beep! Thirteenth floor! Bob exploded hotly down my throat again, but not so much come as the first time. I guess he didn't have much left to give my mouth any more, after I had swallowed so much of his come that FIRST time!

Beep! Twelfth floor. Beep! 11th. I stood up, put my panties back on, and smoothed my skirt back down.

Beep! 10th floor. I licked Bob clean and helped him slip back into his trousers. Beep! 9th floor. We kissed each other passionately. I could taste my fresh, still-warm pussy juice on his lips, on his breath. I still had a big mouthful of his come in my mouth, that I hadn't swallowed. I was swishing it around in my mouth, savoring the taste and scent of him. As I slid my tongue into his mouth, I let some of his come ooze out of my mouth and into his.

Ding! 8th floor, and the elevator doors were about to open. We released each other from our passionate kiss, and faced forward in the elevator, fighting hard not to smile or laugh. The elevator door opened, and a man stood there. I hurriedly gulped down the remaining gobs of Bob's come that were still lingering in my mouth. The man standing in front of the elevator looked at me, and for some reason I couldn't quite fathom, his gaze was riveted on my chin.

"Going up?" he asked.

"No," I giggled. "We've been going DOWN!"

"On each OTHER!" Bob laughed.

"Umm, I'll just wait for the next UP elevator," the man stammered.

As the door closed again, I laughed. "Damn, Bob, we almost got CAUGHT!"

Beep! 7th floor.

"We DID get caught!" he grinned. He swiped his finger across my chin and showed it to me. His finger was glistening with a thick glob of his come.

Beep! 6th flor.

"No wonder he couldn't take his eyes off my chin!" I giggled, licking Bob's still-warm come off his finger.

Beep! 5th floor.

We threw our arms around each other and kissed very pasionately. Our tongues slid into each other's mouth, and frantically danced around each other. Beep! 4th floor. Beep! 3rd. Beep!

"Well, my love," I said, "This is our floor. Shall we retire to our room?"

"We shall indeed."

"Your tongue has gotten my pussy SO turned on, Bob!"

"MY tongue? God, the way you sucked my cock! I have NEVER had a woman take me THAT deeply and THAT hungrily down her throat before! I have NO doubts now, NO doubts at all. I LOVE you, Emma! You hear that, I LOVE you. You are THE one, definitely THE one! And I want you SO much now! SO much!"

"Oh, GOD, I want YOU too, Bob! I want you SO much, SO urgently!" I exclaimed. "Well, Bob, what are we going to do about THAT?"

"What are we going to do? First, you're going to take off all your clothes."

"Yeah?" I asked, stripping off my dress and my panties. "OK, and THEN what?"

"Good girl! That's a good girl! Now lie down flat on your back, and open your legs wide apart!"

I did as commanded. "Like THIS?" I cooed. "OK, I did what you asked. Now what are YOU going to do for ME!"

"What am I going to do? Why, I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to fuck you so sweetly and so thoroughly. I'm going to FUCK you very deep and very hard, for hours and hours! I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow--no, no, better yet, I'm going to fuck you straight through UNTIL tomorrow!"

"Oooh!" I squealed. "Please DO! Oh please, please, PLEASE fuck me! Fuck me HARD! Fuck me NOW! Mmmmmmm!"

He practically tore off his clothes, and climbing on top of me, he made good on all his promises. He fucked me harder, deeper, and more lovingly than ANY man has ever done before! I could still only take 8 of his 10 inches into my pussy, but I didn't care! His wonderful cock was stretching my pussy open so wide, fucking me so deeply, loving me SO much. Damn, I DO love this man! I love this man SO much!

He pounded my walls until I came, and he just kept pounding my pussy over and over and over again, until I came all over his big, beautiful hard shaft, and he thrusted and thrusted still more, until I stopped coming and calmed down. And even then, even THEN his long thick cock kept slipping and sliding in and out of me, in and out, in and out, until my excitement slowly built again, and I came once more, even more powerfully than the first time. And even THEN, he just kept fucking me! Damn, I know my Bob is a real stud and all, but how LONG can he keep this up? How LONG?

I locked my legs around his back, and I began rocking my whole body in rhythm with his thrusts. With each thrust of his cock deep down into my pussy, I began to clamp my pussy muscles tighter and tighter and tighter around his enormous, deeply-thrusting shaft. I was shaking and moaning and groaning, and coming and coming and coming now, repeatedly coming, uncontrollably coming.

All my coming and moaning, and squeezing of my pussy around his cock, was finally just too much for Bob. After what seemed like two hours of steadily, relentlessly fucking my pussy non-stop, I felt Bob's enormous cock pulse and flare mightily. I swear I could actually FEEL the come traveling downward from his balls, down through all ten inches of his amazing hard cock, and finally exploding deeper down into my pussy than any man's come has EVER reached before. His explosion, so very deep down inside of me, triggered another orgasm of my own, completely SOAKING his whole enormous cock with my love juices.

Damn, how I DO love this man.

He rolled us both over, him on his back, me face-down on top of him, his still-hard cock still buried very deeply up into my pussy, still rhythmically throbbing inside me with each beat of his heart. He held me tenderly in his strong arms, my head resting against the salt-and-pepper hair of his muscular chest. I inhaled deeply, reveling in the mixed scent of his cologne and his sweat. We whispered details of our plans to live and work and love together in Cincinnati, until we both fell into a deep and very contented sleep.

We awoke early the next morning, to prepare for the last full day of the convention.

"I'm going to take a shower," I whispered to Bob, still stretched out beneath me on the bed. "Care to join me?" I winked lasciviously. His cock was still inside me, but had gone soft overnight. At my lewd suggestion about showering, however, his cock instantly sprang to full attention again, stretching and completely filling-up my pussy once more.

"I'll take that as a YES!" I giggled. I slowly climbed up off his once-more very hard cock, being careful not to hurt either of us as my tightly-stretched pussy slowly eased off his throbbing thickness.

I turned on the shower, and as we waited for the water to get hot, we faced each other and hugged tightly. I loved the feel of his enormous naked cock pressed hard and tight up against my bare belly. I kissed his lips softly. "Mmmm, Bob, I LOVE you!" I moaned.

"I love you too, my sweet, sweet Emma," Bob whispered softly.

"I think the water's hot now. Care to join me?"

Hand in hand, smiling and giggling, we both stepped into the shower stall, and slid the glass door closed.

I soaped up his chest, he soaped my breasts. He soaped my thighs and then my pussy. I grabbed his big, hard, beautiful cock in both hands, and began soaping it up until it was all nice and big and hard again, just the way I like it.

I then "accidentally on purpose" dropped the bar of soap. With my back to him, I bent forward at my waist to pick up the soap. Would Bob take the hint?

He did. That beautiful man grabbed his cock in both hands, and just as I wanted him to, he slowly slid his cock into my pussy from behind, until I was crammed so completely full of him. How DELICIOUS! He then bent forward at his waist, kissing all over my bare, smooth back. He wrapped his hands around my waist, and cupped my breasts in both of his hands. I extended my arms straight out in front of me, my palms flat against the wall of the shower stall to steady myself. I thrust my ass backward against his bare thighs, taking more and even more of his long, thick cock into my pussy.

We two were so in tune with each other now, working in unison. Each time I thrust my ass backward, he thrust his thighs forward, so his cock would drive deeper, ever deeper, and even deeper into my pussy from behind, as the hot shower streamed down all over our naked, powerfully-fucking bodies. Believe me, the streaming hot water cascading down over us wasn't the only thing that was steamy in this shower stall now!

Yes, I thought to myself, as he fucked me so sweetly and so lovingly and so powerfully from behind in the shower. Yes, there is no longer ANY doubt about it now! I truly and deeply love this man, and I want us to spend the rest of our lives together. The thought of even one day without Bob's enormous cock crammed down my throat or stuffed deep and hard into my tight pussy, is just TOO painful to ever contemplate or even imagine now!

And at that very moment, at the very SAME moment, we both CAME! Deeply, forcefully, powerfully, simultaneously, and repeatedly, we CAME! It was all just too wonderful for words!

 

[Latina]

Tiffany

Last day of the sales convention. Jimmy and I arose early, and headed down to the lobby for our last free Continental breakfast before going home tomorrow morning. Emma and Bob were just coming down to breakfast too, and they both had big silly grins on their faces.

"I take it by your grin, Emma," I smiled, "that the jaw-relaxation techniques I taught you yeterday really helped?"

"Like a charm!" Emma cooed, her purring voice just absolutely oozing sexual satisfaction.

"What's Tiffany talking about, Emma?" Bob wanted to know.

Emma recounted how I taught her to relax her jaw so she could suck all of Bob's 10-inch cock deeply down her throat without gagging. She told us all how she had practiced her cock-sucking techniques at lunch time on a huge cucumber, until she had every move down perfectly.

"So I have YOU to thank for the most amazing and wonderful elevator ride of my life, Tiffany?" Bob croaked hoarsely, obviously VERY satisfied with Emma's cock-sucking skills.

Now it was my turn to ask what Bob was talking about. He described every intimate detail of how Tiffany had expertly sucked his cock in the hotel elevator, all the way up from the first to the 26th floor, and all the way back down to their room on the second floor. He couldn't stop bubbling about how it was the best and most amazing blowjob of his life, and how deeply he loves Emma now.

Emma and Bob both hugged me, and thanked me profusely.

"Tiffany?" Emma asked hesitatingly, "You have helped me SO much, so I hate to ask you and your Jimmy for even MORE help now. But the sexual skills you two share with each other are legendary throughout the company. Can you two teach us to be such amazing lovers to each other? We want to be like you two, the next Legendary Lovers of the company!"

"What are you suggesting, Emma?" I replied, slightly shocked. "You KNOW that Jimmy and I don't do other people, just each other. No swinging, no mate swapping."

"No, no," Emma laughed. "Nothing like that. Bob and I would NEVER cheat on each other, either! But we WOULD like you two to make love to each other, and let us watch, so we can both pick up a few pointers from you two experts."

"Experts? I'm very flattered!" I hesitated, as I mulled over her suggestion. I asked Jimmy what he thought of Emma's idea, and he replied "I'm game if you are."

"OK," I finally agreed, "on one condition."

"Name it!" Emma smiled.

"Well, you keep telling me all about how Bob's cock is ten inches long and three inches across. That has started a burning curiosity in me. I want to SEE it. I just HAVE to see it!"

"Just SEE it? Not ride it or suck it?"

"No," I laughed. "My Jimmy's cock is the only one I want to touch, suck, or ride. EVER! I just want to SEE Bob's cock. Although, now that I think about it, I wouldn't mind watching YOU suck and ride Bob's cock, Emma."

"Say, I'd like to watch that too!" my Jimmy concurred, perhaps a little TOO enthusiastically.

"Well, you know what they say," I grinned. "No time like the present. So what say the four of us skip breakfast, play hooky from the sales seminars all day today, and all retire to my hotel suite. It has a huge king-size bed!"

In the elevator on the way up to our 7th-floor room, we set the ground rules. One couple would make love on the bed, while the other stood next to the bed and watched. The first couple on the bed would get exactly one hour on the bed to do whatever they wished, then they would get up and let the other couple have a turn for one hour. We would keep switching off, one hour per couple, all day and all night, until it was time for all of us to check out of the hotel and go home in the morning.

Each couple could narrate to the other exactly what they were doing and how to do it, so each couple could learn from the other. Each could comment on what they liked or disliked in what the other couple was doing, but no personal attacks.

I set one more ground rule. No physical contact with anyone except your own partner. This was to be we two couples, each AS a couple, each couple observing and learning from the other. This was not to become an ORGY!

"What about touching MYSELF?" Emma giggled.

"No," I replied sternly. "I think we all know how to pleasure OURSELVES pretty well. The object today is to learn how to please your PARTNER better. I'm sure we can all learn more of THAT from watching each other."

"Who goes first?" Emma asked.

"Why, you and Bob, of course," I grinned.

"You just want us to go first because you just can't WAIT to see Bob's ten-inch cock!" Emma laughed.

"You betcha!" I smiled.

The elevator doors opened on the seventh floor, and it was time to get started now.


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OK, catlover, and/or tragicomicnight, your turn to pick up this story from here. Please describe in intimate detail from the male viewpoint, the action between Tiffany & Jimmy, as Emma and Bob watch, and/or the action between Emma & Bob, as Tiffany & Jimmy watch.

 

[catlover]

Jimmy

I was astounded over the conversation at breakfast. Id never discussed sex so openly with another couple that I had just met. Of course Tiffany knew Bob, but I didnt and neither of us knew Emma at all. I wasnt at all at ease with the idea, but Tiffany made the deal and I agreed to play the game with her and her friends

We almost ran to the elevator. On board with the doors closed, I took my Tiffany in my arms for an embrace and kiss. Over her shoulder I could see Emma on her knees working on Bob. I was impressed. Even partially limp he was huge, and i knew I'd never be able to compare. I thought sure that after Tiffany saw all that she would change her mind and decide she wanted some of it herself, but now all I could do was the best i could.

When we got to our floor, Emma had him buttonned up, and holding hands they followed us to our door. Once inside, Tiffany went over and started to straighten the bed we had used for our good-morning lovemaking session so few minutes ago.

As she did so Emma and Bob unashamedly undressed right there in front of me. Without any hesitation Emma showed me the very cute body of a 25 year old, with nice perky breasts and very pretty legs joining in a crotch anyone would die for, and Bob showed his eagerness by quickly hiding it from my eyes by kneeling before her and kissing her there, burying his nose in her pubic hair. That also hid his equipment from me and Tiffany, but we would see all of it soon, as Tiffany came around the bed unbuttoning her blouse on the way. She dropped it on a chair and unfastend her bra, revealing her magnificent tits which greatly overmatched Emma's, and made me very proud that they were mine to play with

I went to her and knelt before her and unhooked the snap on the black slacks she was wearing on the last day of the convention. I slid them down over her hips and off her legs, leaving her only in her panties, having kicked off her sandals earlier. I picked up one foot, leaving her with her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, just as she had earlier when we got out of the shower together, and I dried her off. I had dried each little toe, including the space in between, remembering how i liked to suck and lick each one and those lttle valleys, while I lightly massaged the balls of her feet and her insteps.

I had dried her ankles, and then her calves, right to the bottom of her knees, when I turned her around and kissed the backs of her knees before dryng her thighs and ass, making sure she was clean by spreading her cheeks and licking her asshole with my tongue. I had just fucked it in bed, and I loved it and every part of her, and wanted t kiss it to thank it for being so sweet to my cock

I curled my tongue and slid it in as she bent over with her legs spread and her hands on the counter of the bathroom.

All this was running through my mind as I knelt in admiration of my beautiful wife, and the erotic thoughts of the earlier breakfast conversation ran through my mind getting me ready to make love to her in front of two other people.

Earlier Tiffany had turned arund and stood there before me, as I dried her torso and kissed and licked her nipples and then her mouth. As her arms were tight around me she sighed and asked me to take her back to bed and do her all over again, but I told her it was time for breakfast, and look what happenned.

Tiffany was still so aroused and horny she got us into this menage, and here we were about to witness another couple fuck, and then they will watch us. Who could tell how this day would evolve, but I was so happy Id come up here to be with her and enjoy all this with her.

 

[tragicomicnight]

An audience. I was pretty shocked that I was talking about it, first of all, but this was one special lady and I just felt like gushing about well...gushing. I noticed Tiffany was not only in awe of how large I am, but of the fact that Emma could squirt. That amazed me too. I thought that was an urban legend. It made her even more rare, even more special. She was my unicorn, my one in a million already. So, there I was talking about it. And then, Tiffany brings up that she wants to see it. Looking back, I felt so turned on when that elevator almost opened, when we were almost caught. Whoever opened that elevator would get to see how happy I was, how fantastic my life was, how sexy and adept my girl was. "Sounds great. Anything that will help me please Emma. " I squeezed my girl close and began to kiss and lap at her neck. She gave one of her sweet little moans as she returned the kiss, nibbling on my chin.
"Eager?" she asked.
Tiffany's head was twisted in the direction of a fairly obvious bulge in my pants. "Looks like it." Her and Jimmy had a good laugh before we went to the hotel room.
I was a little nervous, but very excited. We got in there and found Tiffany and Jimmy waiting for us. I was a little slow undressing, but when Emma, pulled down her skirt and undid her top, I couldn't wait. Soon, I was there, naked in front of them. I wanted Emma so badly and I know she wanted me, too. And there was her big pink pussy waiting, gleaming with wetness. So, I got down on my knees and buried my face deep inside of her. In accordance to the rules I said out loud, “I am eating your ripe juicy pussy, mmm….” I did not even have the self restraint to toy with her clit, I just wanted to go in and bury my tongue in her. I couldn’t get enough of her juices. Like a big, ripe strawberry just for me. And, best of all, she was starting to squirt., at first in tiny little gushes but then there was more. I opened wide and let it flow down my throat.
"i'm swallowing your sweet love juices. I'm letting them fall like rainwater down my throat. Do you like that?"She rubbed those long, sexy legs against my sides. They were so as smooth as the satin sheets in the room. They were strong, but womanly and they were driving me crazy.
"Mmm" she moaned, "I love you, Bob."
"I love you Emma," I replied, "and I'm going to gently put my cock inside you to feel your wetness, your perfection. I'm going to fuck you, Emma. I'm going to fuck you now!"
I laid her down and let her wrap her legs around my neck. She was so limber. And then, I inserted myself. I was at my full ten by then, fueled on even more by the intrigued look on Tiffany's face. It seemed like she could hardly believe it. Emma still looked like she had some evidence of disbelief on her face. But, I pushed in gently to give her a warning that something big was about to go in. She pushed into my warning thrust, letting it move deeper inside her. She didn't want me to be gentle. I rocked my hips as I pulled her into me.
"I'm going in deeper," I said, "I'm going to the very center of your beautiful pussy, Emma, baby. I love you so much, I love your body, I love all of you. Mmm, Oh, god, you're so sexy, Emma!"
"I love you, Bob," she answered as I drove deeper. Soon her words were fading away. Speech was no longer available to her as an option. She was only speaking in coos and moans and it was turning me on even more. And then there was the other couple watching. It made me so excited that I was impressing them as well as pleasing the girl I loved. There was such a thrill to it. I wanted to fuck Emma somewhere really public, now. This was way beyond the elevator. I withdrew and she looked confused.
"I'm kissing you on the cheek," I said as I started to rain tiny kisses on her soft, gorgeous face.
"Mmm..."
I moved down, taking tiny little bites out of her neck. "I'm nibbling your neck...."
"Yes, Bob, thank you, Bob..."
And then I reached the sides of her breasts. I kissed and bit the flesh, but I was gentle with it. I made sure she didn't experience any pain with the pleasure. "I'm kissing your big, beautiful tits..."
"UNNHHHHH..."
And then I found the long, sexy sharp nipples. Such breasts she had. I kissed them furiously, my little rainstorm of kisses fast becoming a hurricane. I sucked them deep into my mouth, pleasing them with my tongue as well. "I'm sucking your fantastic nipples..."
"OH GOD, BOB...."

 

[catlover]

Jimmy

Tiffany and I quickly returned to the present as Bob laid Emma on the bed and started to fuck her, making little verbal reports as he went. I glanced at Tiffany and as expected, she was mesmerized by the size of Bob's cock thrusting into such a sweet dainty pussy and her eager desire to accept is as he drove it deep in her.

I stood behind Tiffany fondling her breasts and looking over her shoulder at the action, but every few minutes she would turn and kiss me and then return her attention to what was going on on the bed. We were standing ar the foot, warching hius naked ass and hid hanging bals slap against a pussy unbelievably stretched and extended by that huge cock.

It reminded me of a story my dad used to tell about seeing my mother's pussy and saying "I always knew I came out of one of those things but that's the first one I ever saw that i could crawl back in to"

 

[patford31769]

In the elevator on the way up to Tiffany and Jimmy's room, the two Legendary Lovers began to embrace and kiss. I was almost feeling jealous of them, until I looked into my Bob's soft blue eyes and watched a grin slowly spread across his face. The cherished memory of what we had done together last night in this very elevator came flooding back into my mind now, and I knew I just couldn't wait. Besides, I was eager to show Tiffany just how magnificent a hunk I had found for myself. So right there in the elevator, in front of Jimmy and Tiffany, I dropped to my knees and began sucking on my Bob with an uncontrollable hunger.

Although Jimmy and Tiffany couldn't take their eyes off of us, they never released their embrace nor even paused in their ravenous kissing. Watching their obvious love and very hot lust for each other was just getting me all the hotter, and I sucked Bob even more ravenously now. I heard no objection to this from Bob, just his loud moans and groans echoing off the elevator walls.

In the room, I reminded Bob that Tiffany had asked us to go first. We couldn't get our clothes off fast enough! I felt like the most amazing sex goddess in the world now, as three pairs of eyes (Bob's, Jimmy's, and even Tiffany's) sparkled in admiration of my full, round naked breasts. But as big and as nice as they are, Tiffany's turned out to be even bigger and even firmer.

I next showed off my neatly-trimmed pussy. I don't like that bald-clam look that some men find attractive, and luckily for me, Bob also seemed to very much like the neatly trimmed fur above and to the sides of my love slit. Jimmy's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he first saw my uncovered pussy, and without even realizing it, he began slowly licking his lips.

Bob was so cute. He seemed to momentarily feel a twinge of jealousy at Jimmy's obviously-entranced reaction to seeing my pretty little naked pussy. Bob placed his face in my crotch to block it from Jimmy's lustful gaze. But when Jimmy kissed Tiffany, showing that the only woman he truly wanted was his luscious Tiffany, Bob realized he had nothing to be jealous ABOUT, and now his face in my crotch turned to his favorite mission in life: pleasuring ME! Lucky ME, huh?

As Bob narrated every wonderful thing he was doing to arouse me, Jimmy began to tell us of how he and Tiffany had fucked away the pre-dawn hours in the shower, and how lovingly they had dried each other off in this very room just an hour ago. Between Bob's skills on my pussy and my breasts, Jimmy's story, and the faint smell of Tiffany's pussy juice still lingering in the room, I was so horny now that I was just about climbing the walls, I needed to EXPLODE into orgasm, and soon, very, VERY soon. I think Bob knew it, because as I moaned "OH, BOB!" over and over and over again, Bob got this mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Tiffany said we are to have one hour, and one hour it shall be, my love." Bob was determined to prolong the pleasure, and the agony of my being just on the crest of the most amazing, mind-blowing orgasm, without being allowed to actually come just yet, for the full hour.

Bob turned me face down on the bed now, and with both hands, he slid my body down until my feet were dangling over the edge at the foot of the enormous bed. He knelt on the floor just beyond the foot of the bed. His hands and lips didn't touch me, just the very tip of his long tongue, which slowly licked along the pinky-toe of my left foot. He slowly licked each left toe in turn, finishing with the left big toe. He then licked the sole of my foot, all along the arch, and over the heel. Finally, he licked the ball-like side of my ankle.

Now Bob turned his attention to my right foot, licking each toe in turn, up the arch of my foot, over the heel, and across to the ball of my right ankle.

This time, he didn't stop there, slowly, agonizingly slowly, licking his way up the back of my right leg, from my ankle to the back of my knee. When he had finished, he began the same very slow lick up my left leg, from my ankle to my knee, and then continuing up the back of my thigh, until his tongue just touched the crease where my ass joins my legs.

Now he returned to my right leg, very, VERY slowly licking from my knee to my ass. By this time, I was already moaning loudly and repeatedly with my lust for the man I love. But when his tongue lingered along the creases at the base of both of my ass cheeks, I began to squirm uncontrollably on the bed.

Now he kissed up the gently-rounded hills of my derriere, from my legs, cresting the top, and back down the other side of the hill into the small of my back. He licked this way on and over my left butt-cheek first, and then my right. Then he licked the very base of my spine, and licked across to my curvy hips, first the left hip and then the right.

By now I was WAY beyond horny. "STUFF that hard cock of yours into me!" I moaned over and over.

"Not yet!" Bob whispered sternly.

"When?" I groaned impatiently. The fact that only his tongue was touching me, and no other part of him, felt just so wonderful and amazing, and was making me melt with love and desire for my Bob now.

"Soon, I promise. Very soon," he whispered, as he slowly licked his way up my spine, over my shoulder blades, and then kissed first the left side of my neck, and then the right. Now he slowly lowered his whole body down on top of my backside, and gently holding my neck in his hands, he turned my head over my left shoulder, and planted a soft kiss on my mouth. I eagerly wrappped my hands around the back of his neck, and pulled his head closer down to my mouth, kissing him with an urgent passion. I licked his lips, forcing them open, and hungrily drove my tongue deep into his mouth.

He lifted his body back off of me, hovering a maddening fraction of an inch above my bare skin that was so hungry for the touch of HIS bare skin. His hands clasped the back side of my knees, and slowly spread them apart, opening my legs into a wide inverted V now.

"Lick my pussy!" I half-begged, half-commanded. "Lick me from behind!" But Bob wasn't ready to do that, to stop teasing me just yet. So I jammed my own fingers between my ass cheeks, into my hungry pussy. If my Bob wasn't going to make contact with my lonely, love-starved pussy now, then I WOULD!

Tiffany grasped my wrist, and delicately pulled my hand away from my juicy slit. "No, no, NO!" she scolded. "Remember the rules, no touching YOURSELF!"

Bob could see how horny and frustrated I was now, and he finally relented, taking 5 or 6 long, slow side-to-side licks straight up the very center of my wide-open pussy, up along my G-spot, and then driving his amazing, highy-skilled tongue hard across my throbbing little joy button. With each lick, and each shift of his tongue to a new spot, I squirmed ever more widly and shamelessly in front of Jimmy's and Tiffany's riveted gaze.

Now Bob once more stretched his full length on top of me, and pressed his entire weight harder and harder down on top of my backside. I felt his enormous cock sliding along the crack between my ass cheeks. I reached down, clutching his huge rod in both of my hands, my little fingers unable to completely close around his massiveness. I guided him to the entrance to my love cavern, and I just melted and moaned and quivered as he finally, FINALLY drove himself down, slowly but relentlessly down, into the overheated depths of my very wet and very hungry pussy, from behind.

I looked off to the left side of the bed, and saw Jimmy's cock wagging and throbbing into absolute rock hardness. Between this view of Jimmy's phenomenal cock less than three feet from my face, and the feel of my beloved Bob's cock driving through my ass into my pussy, I was ready to burst into non-stop multiple orgasms.

"I can see now why everyone at the company says you are the luickiest woman in the world!" I groaned. "Your Jimmy's cock is SPECTACULAR, just SPECTACULAR!" Just then, Bob gave an extra little push into my pussy while gently, lovingly massaging my butt-cheeks with his flat, open palms. "Of course, after my having met Bob at this convention, from now on, you'll have to SHARE the title of the company's luckiest woman. With ME!"

"Yes!" Tiffany agreed, eagerly wrapping her fist around Jimmy's hard-on and slowly, lazily, lovingly pumping up and down his enormous long, thick shaft. Jimmy ecriprocated by slipping two fingers up Tiffany's snatch, which I could hear loudly smacking it very moist desire against his deeply-exploring fingers, as they both continued to watch us in mesmerized fascination. "Yes, Emma, we two ARE the two luckiest women in the company," Tiffany moaned her agreement. "No, no, the two luckiest women on the whole damned PLANET!"

I was pushing and twisting my ass high and hard against Bob's thighs now, but try as I might, I still couldn't take more than eight of his ten inches into my pussy. Just as I was starting to get a little bit upset about that, Bob reached under me, cupping the front of my bare thighs in his hands and pulling me up higher onto his cock. That felt SO nice that I forgot all about being upset. Instead, I squeezed my pussy muscles hard and tight around the 8/10ths of his cock that WAS in me, and with him thus locked in my hungry pussy's death-grip, I came! I came hard! I came powerfully! And best of all, I came repeatedly, in rapid succession, shaking and quivering and moaning and thrashing around the big bed, as I squirted gallons of love juice out of my pussy, all over his cock, squirting out of my slit, flying through the air between my ass-cheeks, to land in several dozens huge, gooey puddles, globbing all over the bed sheets.

Just then, Bob's cock twitched and throbbed and flared, and he furiously pumped what felt like about 5 gallons of his man-juice, deeply, frantically, passionately down inside of my pussy! If I died right now, they could send me straight to hell forever, I wouldn't care, for in this moment I had already experienced heaven, and I would have the memory of this moment to cherish forever, and no god nor devil nor man nor woman could ever take THAT memory of paradise away from me!

As he pumped his come deeply, passionately, lustfully, and lovingly into me, I kept thrashing around on the bed, bucking and moaning, and squirting out my love juices, flying out of my slit and landing EVERYWHERE now!

"Damn, you are one in a million, Emma!" Bob moaned. "It is I who am the luckiest son-of-a-so-and-so in the company! I've got my very own squirter, my one in a million lady! From this day forward, I shall no longer be known as Whiny Old Bob, but That Damned Lucky Son of a Bitch who fell in love with a Squirter, and had her fall in love with HIM!"

"Too long a title, Bob," I grinned. "I think I'll just stick with calling you 'Mister Ed'. Hung bigger than a horse, and a HELL of a lot more fun to ride!" I laughed between moans.

Much to my very deep disappointment, Tiffany pointed out that our hour was over for Bob and me, and it was now Tiffany's and Jimmy's turn on the bed. I hated to stop my fun with Bob, but I knew that our show had left Jimmy and Tiffany very, VERY horny for each other, and I wanted to be fair and give them their turn. Besides, I would get to watch two very amazing lovers in action, and I could hardly wait for THAT! Plus, I knew I was about to learn from my new friends, many wonderful new ways to pleasure my Bob, the love and the light of my life. And as an extra side benefit, at the very same time, Bob would be learning new ways to pleasure ME! The fact that MY man was willing to do what so few men even care to try, to learn how to pleasure ME, just increased my feeling of being the luckiest and happiest woman in the world! Still, it was great reluctance that I let Bob's still-hard ten-incher slip out of me and we relinquished the bed. But I also smiled at the relization that in just 60 short minutes, Bob and I would get ANOTHER turn on that bed!

So Bob and I now reluctantly took our turns at the bedside, and let Jimmy and Tiffany have the whole king-sized bed to themselves. As I stood beside the bed, I felt a dribble of Bob's warm, thick come slowly, very slowly, streaming down my inner left side. Judging by their big smiles, Bob, Jimmy, and Emma also saw it, and they were all enjoying WATCHING Bob's come run slowly down my leg, every bit as much as I was enjoying FEELING it run down my leg. In fact, it felt so good, and the other three seemed to be so enjoying the view so much, that I made no effort to wipe away Bob's come from my leg, nor to halt the progress of its slow, streaming trickling down my leg. As Bob's come ran out of my freshly and thoroughly fucked pussy now, I felt so deliciously naughty, like the best and most skilled little slut in the whole world (well, maybe equally skilled with Tiffany). I felt so deliriously happy, so loved and so in love now!

Speaking of being in love, it was time now to focus on how Jimmy and Tiffany pleasure each other. Bob and I watched in rapt attention, taking mental notes for OURSELVES, as they slowly started out now.

 

[Latina]

All through the convention, Emma had been almost ceaselessly boasting about her Bob's amazing ten inches. I had nothing to be jealous about, really: my Jimmy's 9 inches are well above average, and VERY filling and satisfying. And Jimmy is younger, with a more toned physique, lots more yummy rippling muscles all over, and a lot more energy and stamina that an older guy like Bob. Besides, Jimmy loves me and I love him, and neither of us want anyone else.

Still, Emma's ceaseless boasting had gotten me very curious to see what Bob is packing, and I really enjoyed seeing his hugeness uncovered at last. I have to admit, he was all that Emma claimed and more. And watching the loving and highly-skilled way she sucked him would turn on ANYONE! It sure turned ME on to watch her enthusiastic cock-sucking!

But now it was our turn on the bed, Jimmy's and mine. Jimmy positioned me on the bed in exactly the same location and position where Emma had been moments earlier.

"I LOVED how well you responded to this, Emma," Jimmy smiled. "So I'm dying to see if it has the same magical effect on my sweet Tiffany!"

So saying, he worked me over lick for lick the same way Bob had just done with Emma. Only he took it even further. Jimmy lovingly licked every inch of my backside, from my toes to my neck, and then into my pussy. Just like Emma, I was whining to be fucked hard, to be fucked deep, thrashing wildly on the bed, moaning and groaning uncontrollably in passionate desire.

But unlike Bob with Emma, Jimmy did NOT climb up my backside and fuck me now. No, he made me suffer on the very precipice of orgasm even longer than Bob had just done to Emily.

For when Jimmy had finally finished teasing my backside with his tongue, he rolled me over on my back, facing up. He kissed my forehead, my eyebrows, my eyelashes, my eyelids. He kissed my nose and my cheeks. He kissed me on my lips, sweetly and tenderly at first, but then hotly and pasionately. I was so hot for him by now that I practically RAMMED my tongue down his throat. When I tatsted and smelled my own hot, ready-to-come pussy on his lips and on his breath, it was all I could do to keep from slipping a finger or two or three into my own juicy pussy, to at last get myself off. But that would be violating the rules we had all agreed upon, so I somehow managed to find the willpower to restrain my powerful urge, to diddle myself into orgasm now.

Jimmy's kisses turned to licks now: on both sides of my neck, the front of my neck, into my cleavage, around the circumference of first one breast and then the other, around and around my wide areolas, and all over my rock-hard nipples.

Then he licked his way down my rib cage, over my navel, down my belly.

When his licks completely skipped my desperately-horny pussy now, I was just about ready to slug him one, I was so frustrated! He skipped his licks all the way down to my toes, licking the tip of each toe in turn, then going back and sucking on each toe, one at a time. Then licking slowly up one leg, all the way to the very edge of my inflamed pussy lips, again without actually touching then.

Then he licked all the way up my other leg, too: from my feet, up my legs, over my knee, up my thigh. Finally, at long last, his tongue made brief, flitting, flicking contacts with my pussy. I had waited SO long for this, far TOO long, and it felt so, SO good now! SO damned good!

His tongue traced a slow clockwise oval all the way around the periphery of my pussy lips, then slid inside to lick first my right wall, then my left. He licked my G-spot slowly, lovingly, and for the longest time. Oh that dear, DEAR man, to pleasure my G-spot SO sweetly, and to linger there for SO long. What a JEWEL of a husband I have! Emma has NOTHING on me with her Bob, compared to MY sweet, sweet loving Jimmy!

At last, at long LAST, he sucked my eagerly throbbing clit past his lips and deep up into his mouth now, where his tongue was free to lick and swirl over every delicate, inflamed little part of my very hot, very itchy love button.

How could ANYONE hold back an orgasm any longer, under such a loving tongue assault now? I knew that I couldn't! I grabbed a pillow from beside me on the bed, and I jammed it under my ass, raising my pussy even higher up into his face. My thigh muscles tensed, my whole body shook and quivered. And then I came, more powerfully than ever before in my whole life. Just as Emma had done nearly an hour before, I, too, squirted. My come was flying out of my pussy every which way now, landing on Jimmy's lips, tongue, cheeks, nose, and even up into his eye, as well as over the bedsheets.

I was amazed! I had NEVER had a squirting orgasm before in my whole LIFE, but after the way Jimmy had so slowly and sweetly heated ME up, I could understand now how and why Emma had been squirting earlier.

"Sorry to downgrade your rating, Emma!" Jimmy grinned broadly. "But now you're only one on HALF a million. In two years, I never even KNEW my Tiffany's a squirter, too!"

"That's because today was my first squirting orgasm EVER!" I moaned, still coming powerfully and repeatdly.

"It was mine, too!" Emma smiled.

"So what made you girls squirt like that TODAY?" Jimmy asked. "Was it how long and how slowly we tongued you? Or was it fucking for an audience that made you come THAT intensely?"

"Jimmy, I don't know and I don't care!" I moaned. "All I know is that we still have 12 minutes left on the clock! And I don't want to spend those 12 minutes TALKING!" I whined. "So shut up Jimmy, and FUCK me! Just FUCK me!"

Boy, I didn't have to tell my husband THAT twice! He wrapped both of his hands around his cock, and he slowly guided himself into my very hot, very wet pussy.

"Hurry!" I screamed. "Faster, deeper! We only have 11 minutes LEFT now!" I groaned, as he slid himself into me faster and ever faster, and yet even faster and deeper now.

I smiled and sighed contentedly, moaning and thrashing again, as my Jimmy began to rapidly fill me all full of the best damned cock in the whole wide world now!

At last, we both came in one powerful, spectacular, glorious mutual orgasm. When we finally both calmed down and climbed off the bed, I gently slapped the palm of Emily's hand, and then Bob's.

"TAG! You're it!" I laughed.

 

[patford31769]

DAMN but this story is getting me so HOT again. I can't WAIT to read catlover's and tragicomicnight's next posts!

 

[catlover]

Jimmy

TIFFANY!!! You violated the rules! You said no touching of the other couple!

Before they could start their hour of exhibition for us, I shook Bob's hand and congratulated him on his success as a salesman and as a lover, and complimented him on his prowess. Emma stood there wearing nothing but a smile and enjoyed his moment of sunshine, and I leaned over and gave her a sweet kiss. I knew Tiffany woiuld object but I didnt care. I loved them both. Not as i love Tiffany and always will, but as peope who share our enthusiasm for enjoying sex, and arent bashful abut making it public knowledge. Obviously Emma had really brought him out of his shell, and I admired her for it. Whatever might happen sexually, I woild always consider them very close friends at least

As they took their places on what was now a very wet bed, Tiffany and I stood there to watch what they had left to show us. We had saved a couple of things. For one, on our next hour I intended to do Tiffany's ass, which we both love, and brings her screaming with lust, and I thnk she knew it. She always seems to know what I was thinking, and right now she knew I liked what we were doing, for the first time makng love in a group with other people. I just knew it all happenned because Tiffany was so horned up by our loving when we got out of the shower this morning. It is amazing what a littlre tonguing can accomplish.

My God! What was going to happen next?

 

[patford31769]

Watching Jimmy and Tiffany was amazing and educational. And now it was our turn again.

I was still a little upset that I can't take all of Bob's ten iches up my pussy, much as I want to, much as I love him and constantly lust for him. I told Tiffany how much this was upsetting me.

"Here, let me SHOW you the problem," I offered. I rmembered the cucumber that I had practiced my blowjob techniques on, and I retrieved it from the refrigerator now.

I lay flat on my back on the bed sheets, which were now thoroughly drenched in come from all four of us. I spread my knees and thighs very wide open, and I had Bob lick my pussy until it was stretched open as wide as it could go, and until my inner walls were as lust-slicked as they had EVER been. I then picked up the cucumber, and slowly slid it into myself. When 8 of its 10 inches were in me, I simply could not push any more up into my snatch, no matter how I tried.

"I want very much to take in ALL of Bob's beautiful hard cock," I moaned, "to feel his enormous balls pressed up tightly against my pussy lips. But I CAN'T" I cried, "I just CAN'T."

"I have an idea that might help," Tiffany whispered. "Bob, flip her over on her belly. Emma, don't let the cucumber slip out. Now, Bob, gently spread her ass cheeks apart from each other."

Bob did as Tiffany had directed.

"Good," Tiffany continued. "Now Bob, hold her ass cheeks open with both hands, and slip your tongue directly into her rectum."

I felt my ass muscles starting to relax open, wider and wider.

"VERY good!" Tiffany bubbled enthusiastically. "Now Bob, take this K-Y jelly and rub it all over your first two fingers. Now, slide one of those fingers--just one, but EITHER one -- into her ass."

My ass muscles relaxed still further, around his finger.

"Excellent!" Tiffany cheered. "Now slide the second finger into her ass, too, beside the first one."

By now my ass was open VERY wide, and was very relaxed, thoroughly enjoying his two fingers probing all around inside my butt. Then to my amazement and delight, the relaxtion of my butt caused my pussy muscles to relax more too, and the last two inches of that cucumber slid quickly and effortlessly down into my pussy, with NO help from my hands whatsoever!

I grabbed Bob roughly and excitedly, and threw him down flat on his back on the come-drenched bed. I slowly, carefully pulled the cucumber completely out of my VERY relaxed and VERY open pussy now. I stradlled my legs on both sides of Bob's legs, and slowly, nervously slid myself down over him.

It wasn't as difficult to slip myself down over his enormous rod as it had been on previous occassions. So I shed all my nervous inhibitions now, and I rapidly slid myself ALL the way down his huge love-pole now.

Oh, God, I could actually FEEL his balls tight against the edge of my pussy lips now, for the very FIRST time ever!

"YES!" I cheered, as Tiffany and Jimmy cheered me on, too. "Yes, yes, YES!!!" I now began riding him VERY fast and VERY hard, slamming my pussy down hard into his thighs and his balls on each vigorous downstroke now.

"FUCK me, Mister Ed!" I screamed. "FUCK me, my stud-horse! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me!" I moaned and panted, all out of breath in my excitement now.

Bob pounded himself up into me, as rapidly and as eagerly as I was pounding myself down over him now.

We had been at it maybe 20 minutes now, me enjoying the ride of my life, as I at last took in all of his pheonomenal 10 inches, and him ecstatically letting himself BE ridden, when I exploded, my pussy once more squirting very messily all over the place! A split second later, he exploded way up high into my pussy, too!

This was the best, just the BEST! I was sobbing in sheer joy, for finally filling myself with ALL ten iches of him! And Bob was screaming for joy, while pumping his love juices into deeper recesses than his come had ever reached in ANY woman before!

"I LOVE you, BOB!" I half shouted, half sobbed. "Our hearts, our souls, our bodies, were made JUST for each other! Just the PERFECT match!"

"I LOVE you!" Bob enthused, kissing me hungrily all over my mouth and body. "And we still have 40 minutes left, to do WHATEVER we want on this bed now!"


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Ok, tragicomicnight, it's your turn to describe, "blow by blow", how Bob and Emma occupy themselves for the next 40 minutes. From Bob's viewpoint, of course.

 

[tragicomicnight]

Tiffany and Jimmy were really turning us on, but most of the excitement I experienced came from Emma's eagerness. She was really fidgeting as she watched the other couple make love, taking in a few notes. I really lit up when she told Emma that she wanted to ride all ten inches of me. My first thought was about hurting her. She was somewhat small and delicate in spite of her bustiness. But, I guess it was okay with her that she'd be taking in that much. Tiffany's jelly really helped as she lubricated herself and got riding. The feeling of her sliding in, that initial wetness was almost enough to get me to come, but then she slid down further.
The fact that she was even more lubricated than normal was a turn on, as were her screams. She called me Mr. Ed as she rode me like a pony, and I tell you, she could do it any time. A horse is a horse of course, of course. She was in ecstacy, screaming how excited she was and how much she loved me. "I love you, Emma," I said, as she experienced her first orgasm of the hour. Soon, she was beginning to squirt again. "Bathe me in it, bathe me in it..." I begged her.
There was soon a torrent of her juice, which I eagerly rubbed all over myself. It was so hot and moist and sticky and it smelled so good. "Lick it off," I asked her, "lick it off."
And then I saw one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. My gorgeous Emma was on her knees lapping her own juices off of my nude body. Soon, some of my own were in the mix and she happily took that in as well. To say she had a gifted and eager mouth would be an understatement. I had to think of a way to reward her. I wanted to do something interesting. So, I took her panties and bra off the floor and I wrestled her to the bed. With them, I bound her hands and feet to the bed post. She was beyond surprised at this. "Tie me up, tie me up and use me, love," she begged.
I lightly dusted her face with kisses before cascading down her body. I kissed each nipple gently once but avoided taking them into my mouth. I kissed her knees, her thighs and her clit, but I ignored her throbbing pussy. It was a challenge like no other, but I was going to save it. "What do you want?" I asked her.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed, "PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!"
I smiled. Hard as ever, I pushed myself into her, probing around, but then withdrawing. I rubbed my cock all over her body before putting it back in. She was so eager at that point, she came with my first thrust. I began to feel her contracting around me, her pussy like a hungry mouth ready to devour the object of its desire. And then, I came. An even larger surge than usual found its way inside her.
"Shall I untie you now?" I asked.
She shook her head. "No, not yet. You know what I want."
"God, I love you," I said. Very gently, I let me eager cock find her mouth and she began to suck. I immersed myself in the sweet river of her saliva until I was on the verge of coming, at which time I thrust into her pussy again, exploding just as she did. Our juices met and swirled together, just as our hearts had.