A hot cock was punching her wetly fragrant vagina, rapidly bringing her to orgasm. It was her first of the night. It would certainly not be her last.
It had been an all-round great evening in fact. She’d had a very good result.
She so loved being appointed to her favourite position.
The hot young man whose thick and long cock was now urgently fucking her in a thoroughly delightful and very arousing way had been fun to talk to over dinner. They were at a business conference, boring things, and had been glad that they were at the same table.
Being under-impressed with the proceedings gave them both something with which to start a conversation. They had done this during a break at the bar between courses. They had exchanged business cards and, in a special moment a little later, meaningful glances.
Em had returned to the table buzzing, with her nipples hard and her pussy wet. It was only an overnight trip this one. She’d thought vaguely of getting an outcall or a hot in-room massage later in the evening but events had now made that necessity redundant.
Enthusiastically free young hot cock was a much better deal.
His name was Brett. He was also in town for just the night. He lived in another city, not her own. He ran some sort of new technology consultancy.
None of that mattered. What did matter was that he obviously appreciated her interest and had decided to reciprocate it.
He had taken in her wedding ring and clearly decided (sensible young man) that it was irrelevant to the activities that now, excitingly, seemed a certainty for later on. He was not single either.
Em had established this during their chat at the bar and had smiled to herself. She had yet to meet a man who could (or would) resist her offered pussy.
She had dressed in a suitably corporate fashion for the dinner, on the outside. She was wearing her favourite midnight blue just-below-the-knee dress and just the right amount of jewellery to set off its modest décolleté.
She had scented herself with her currently favoured perfume, Poison. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a rich, dark red. Her lipstick matched this tone.
Her hair was currently cut to shoulder length and she’d left it loose so that it would swing in time with the slight flounce of her hemline.
She had looked in the mirror and thought, “I look very sexy.”
She did.
When she was dressing earlier she had had hot thoughts about what she might do after dinner. She was in a city she frequently visited. She knew where to call for whatever services she might decide she required.
In fact she’d been in town just the week before on a similar overnight trip and had loudly enjoyed the services of a very hot masseur. He had placed a waterproof sheet on the bed and had delightfully stripped her naked on it and given her a very full oil massage.
She now had his number.
The massage came with benefits, in the modern phrase. Those benefits in her case that night had included the hottest nipple and pussy massages she’d had in a while (well, since a lovely night in Kobe, Japan, the previous month) and two monumentally fabulous fucks.
Ambrose had asked her when she got home the next evening if she’d done anything exciting the previous evening. He always seemed to know, damn him. She had told him.
She thought she mightn’t tell him about tonight, however. The lovely young man who was very well built and well over six foot was peripherally on the same business circuit as she was and they might meet again.
If they did, she knew she’d fuck him. Em usually confessed only her one-offs and not all of those either.
In line with her former plan for later in the evening, underneath her suitably conservative late-thirty-something corporate exterior she had worn her newest and tiniest black lace bra and string. She had also chosen to wear a black lace garter belt.
It was sometimes fun to have your stockings snapped free of restraint when you were about to be fucked. It was always fun, too, if you were wearing one, to have your garter belt either torn off or left on for first-cock.
Her stockings were sheer, black with little lace tops. She wore black patent leather stilettos with ultra-high heels to complete the package.
They had memorably stayed on during the initial engagement in a tryst she had enjoyed with a man in Hong Kong a few weeks ago.
Inside her tiny little black string Em was currently wearing a mini-triangle of hair. That had been a huge hit in Hong Kong too. She remembered that with a buzz.
The man had stripped her to her dark red panties and shoes on the big leather chesterfield in his Mid-Levels penthouse and he spent hours licking her pussy.
Then he had fucked her twice in them. He had done this with consummate skill and great energy.
Afterwards he had stripped her completely naked and carried her to his bedroom and fucked her through the night. He had done this in almost every way possible, in her pussy twice, in her mouth once, and once in her ass.
She’d be seeing him again next month. Her pussy got wet every time she thought about that.
Tonight, though, such thoughts of the distant future were far from Em’s mind. She was focused on immediate delight.