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September 21, 2007
Conventions
I hate conventions. Unfortunately, they are a detested requirement at times. I had arrived the day before the convention started, aggravated and annoyed already. The airline had lost my luggage and I was left with only the dress I had worn to travel in. Thankfully the hotel was close to some good stores and I was able to replace the few things I needed until the bastards could find my suitcase and deliver it to me.
Sighing I check myself in the mirror before I went downstairs to the cocktail “meet & greet.” Basic black dress, black stocking and black heels. Simple pearls. Hair pulled up in a simple french knot. Classy, but a bit distant. Exactly the look I wanted. How would they know that I was wearing no panties and a garter belt attached to a sexy black corset bustier under that basic black dress?
At the bar I ordered a Cosmo and stood wondering just how long I had to stick around before I could make a graceful exit when I felt someone brushing a finger against the back of my neck. I looked to find my boss, Craig. Craig is one of those guys who is killer handsome and ruthless. I shiver involuntarily as he continues to explore the back of my neck with a light touch of his fingertip. “Very nice,” he says. “Very sexy. Very ... alluring.”
I turned away from him and smiled what I hoped was a detached and cold smile. “Nice party. I was just about to leave. I had a long flight and I need to get some sleep.” I put my glass down and turned and left the room.
When I got up to my room, I discovered my hands where trembling. He had shaken me. Shaken me because what I really, really wanted was for him to have ripped my clothes off right there and taken me regardless of the fact that the room had been full of people. Shaken because his touch had awakened a dangerous feeling in me that I had not experienced in a very, very long time. A feeling that made me do rash and impetuously erotic things.
I slipped out of the dress and wrapped myself in the silk robe I had found in the hotel shop. I poured myself a glass of wine from the mini bar and stepped out onto the balcony. It was a warm evening and there was a silken breeze that felt wonderful on my heated skin. I let the robe fall open as I sipped the merlot and looked out over the courtyard below. I found my hands running across my body, caressing my breasts through the lace of the corset and then down to slip between my pussy lips. I could feel the slick heat of my cunt and slid my fingers against my clit, slowly rubbing a lazy circle against that bundle of nerves that felt amazingly good.
I leaned against the table next to me and slowly caressed my breasts with one hand, letting the lace slip down off my nipple as I continued rubbing my clit. Next to me, the forgotten cell phone began ringing, startling me into realizing that anyone out in the courtyard could probably see me. I grabbed the phone without looking to see who it was on the other end. Craig’s voice rasped in my ear. “Enjoying the balcony, you slut?” I was silent for moment and embarrassed that all I could do was whimper in reply. “Sit down in the chair and spread your legs open, WIDE.” Much to my amazement my body automatically followed the instruction and I found myself sitting on the balcony chair, legs spread wide open with pussy available for all to see.
“I want to see your tits. Pull the robe down so I can see them.” Again, I following the instructions and pulled the robe down to my waist, legs still open wide. I was even wetter and could feel my pussy juices puddling down between the lips and into my ass. “Pull your pussy wide open and stick your fingers in your cunt, slut.” As I reached down and slammed my fingers into my slick cunt, I could feel myself grasping and wanting a cock to be fucking me and beg. Unable to stop myself my hips began moving on the chair and I could feel my slickness dripping onto the seat underneath me.
“Do not cum, you whore. Go and open the door and lay on the bed, ass up and ready.” I immediately stopped and went into the room. I stood undecided for a minute, hand hovering over the door knob. Was I really going to do this? This was my BOSS. What if it wasn’t him who came in? What if it was a total stranger who simply took advantage of what he saw through the open door, ass up and ready for any comers, anyone who wanted to cram their cock up my soaking wet cunt? That thought alone made me cringe and press my legs together as a wave of desperate need swept over my body and my nipples ached to be pulled and sucked. I opened the door and crawled up on the bed, face down, ass up, open and wide.
It seemed like forever that I lay there, hoping nobody would see me and at the same time wanting someone, anyone to stumble upon me and rape me on the spot. Footsteps in the hall. My heartbeat raced, and I felt a flush of embarrassment and shame as whoever it was stood at the doorway and stared at me. Determined not to react I lay there, waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
I jumped when I felt a hand run through my hair and then something slide under my face and over my eyes. The hand pulled my hair hard, pulling my head all the way back until I let out a small whimper of pain. Another hand trailed down my back to my ass and then suddenly slapped a cheek, hard. My ass raised higher, welcoming the slap and opening my pussy wider. Fingers slid down my ass into my opened ass, fingering my brown button, before sliding into my wet and waiting cunt.
I felt him move behind me, hand still pulling hard on my hair. I felt his cock pushing against my pussy lips, teasing me, rubbing against my clit. I tried moving my hips to encourage him to plunge the fat thing into me, but he put a hand on the small of my back and pushed down hard, pinning me to the bed. He rubbed his cock against my pussy and then ran it up my ass.
I found myself begging, pleading for him to put it in me .. “please, please, just fuck me.. Fuck me hard. Put it in my ass, my cunt. Just please, please fuck me.” He pulled my hair even harder and then slammed that cock into my soaking wet cunt, slamming all the way into the base so that I felt it up into my womb. I grunted and rocked back against him, meeting every thrust with my own need. I rocked hard against him and faster and faster he slammed against me. I heard him grunt and then slide out of me, leaving a trail of cum running down my legs.
I began to slowly rise from the bed when I felt myself being pushed back down against the bed, and felt a cock push against my ass. I felt another set of hands running up my back and onto my arms. Suddenly I realized that both of my hands had been secured to the wall and I was immobile except to be able to rock my hips back and forth and up and down. I gasped in pain as a rock hard cock rammed up my ass while the hands pushed me down against the bed. Hair pulled hard and being slammed up the ass, I found myself awash in pleasure and pain as I let go to the sensations, knowing all the while I had no idea who was really ravishing me. All I cared about at that moment was that I was being fucked for everything I was worth and I was loving it.
I found myself cumming and cumming hard, whimpering and crying out as I felt my pussy gush. I felt the cock pull out of my ass and I lay there shuddering with aftershocks when suddenly a tongue began running from my cunt to my ass and back again, lapping up all the spunk. I found myself whimpering with need again and came again and again as the tongue sucked on my clit only to move to my pussy and then to my ass.
As I lay there spent and shuddering, I felt and gentle kiss on my temple and suddenly I was alone in the room. I tentatively moved my arms and found I was no longer tied to the wall. I lay there wondering what had just happened when the phone next to the bed rang.
“Get downstairs right now. Corporate wants us to prepare for the presentation tonite and they just sent me an email with a bunch of new stuff.” Craig hung up, leaving me holding the phone and wondering if it was him or someone else who had just ravished me so thoroughly.
I threw on my clothes, trying to ignore the stickiness between my legs, running a comb through my unruly hair on the elevator down. I saw Craig waving me over to one of the conference rooms off the lobby and quickly sat down, hoping the smell of sex wasn’t too obvious to anyone else but me. I looked around the table, noting that our regional sales manager was there along with his assistant. We worked our way through the new material and took a break.
I stood at the small table next to the door, pouring a needed glass of water, when Susan, the sales manager’s assistant stood next to me. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “you really should attend conventions more often. They’re VERY satisfying.” She winked and turned away from me, flashing her legs open as she sat down again at the conference table.
Posted by Leila at September 21, 2007 9:40 PM