The blonde across the bar was dressed to kill in a hot white number, her perfect tits barely contained. The first glance lasted a little longer than it should have. The second one was more deliberate and lingered long enough for a sexy little smile to spread across her perfectly painted red lips.

Looking up from my drink, I looked across the bar, but she was gone. I pulled a twenty from my money clip and placed it on the bar. I swallowed the last of my whisky when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a sweet voice behind me.

"You're not leaving just yet, are you handsome?"

I turned on my bar stool to see the gorgeous blonde from across the bar standing behind me.

"Well, I was, but I guess that depends on whether I can buy you a drink."

"Good, I'll have an apple martini then," she said, sitting on the stool beside me.

My eyes diverted to her long tanned legs as she sat down, her dress riding high on her thighs. My eyes taking in her incredible form, I lifted my eyes to her perfect breasts as they spilled out of the low-cut top.

"I'm Carol, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, holding her hand to me.

"Jerry, and believe me, the pleasure is all mine."

So, are you here on business, or is this your local hangout?" She said, crossing her legs, causing the split in the barely-there dress to fall apart, exposing even more of those incredible thighs. She knew what she was doing, and her body language was working me like a pro. This wasn't her first rodeo.

"Business. And you. Are you here on business?"

"Yes. But tonight, I just felt like some company. Do you mind if I sit here? You seem like you could use a little bit of company as well."

"Not at all. I would never turn away a beautiful woman such as yourself."

"Charming and handsome, that's a rare combination these days. What line of work are you in?"

"Self-employed, the private sector all very boring really, and yourself, what brings you to SanAntone?"

"Corporate events are all very boring."

"So you aren't out with colleagues or clients tonight?"

"No, I make a rule of not mixing business with pleasure," she said, smiling and placing her hand on my knee.

"So, am I to assume you are here tonight for pleasure."

"You tell me. Is that something you think you could give me?"

"It's your lucky night, Carol because I specialize in that. What do you say we finish these drinks and take this conversation to my room."

"Sounds perfect," she said, finishing her drink and sliding down off the stool.

I left the money on the bar, took her hand, and headed for the hotel elevators. No sooner had the doors closed, and she wrapped herself around me and kissed me with a passion I had never experienced. Her leg came up around mine, her breasts pushed firmly against my chest. Then she slid down my body, squatting in front of me, her legs open, showing me there would be no underwear to remove.

Carol grappled with my fly before reaching into my suit pants and fished my semi-hard cock out. Without hesitation, she took my cock in her mouth and swallowed the entire length. I looked down, and she looked up at me with crystal-clear grey eyes. Her mouth hoovering my very soul from my cock. I have had my cock sucked plenty of times but never like this. Carol was an absolute pro, and the way she was going, she would be swallowing my first load before we reached the twenty-first floor.

The elevator dinged, and the door opened. Carol stood up, licking her lips and straightening her dress down.

"Wow, I'm glad you stopped when you did because that was about to get very messy," I said, trying to stuff my wet and very sloppy cock back in my pants.

"Well, we will just have to coax that load out of you in the room," she said, running her tongue around her bright red lips.

The card went in the door slot, and she pushed it open. Reaching behind her back, she pulled on her dress's zipper, "Do you mind, handsome?"

I took the zip in my fingers and slid it down slowly while kissing her neck. "Oh God, yes," she moaned as she wiggled out of the dress.

Meanwhile, I was fumbling with the clasp on her bra. With the bra undone, she slid it down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. She turned to face me, taking my hands. She placed them on the most perfect tits I had seen in a long time. I kissed and sucked on her neck as I squeezed and kneaded her firm C-cup tits. Her hands fumbled with my belt and pants. Once undone, the pants were down, joining her dress on the floor. I stepped out of them and walked Carol back towards the bed.

Pushing her onto the bed, I grabbed the heels of her stiletto and held them together, pushing her legs up and back, squeezing her wet cunt lips out between her legs. Still holding her ankles together, I knelt and ran my tongue roughly through her wet gash.

"Oh, fuck yes, you dirty fucker eat me, lick my slutty cunt."

I took her tiny tight cunt in my mouth and sucked on her thick labia as I darted my tongue deep into her. She squealed like a pig, her body twisting and squirming as I held her ankles firm and tongue fucked the shit out of her. My reward was a flooded mouth of creamy girl juices with her first orgasm over. I flipped her over and roughly dragged her to her knees on the edge of the bed.

Carol looked over her shoulder with the expression of a desperate whore well past the point of needing to be fucked. I slapped her arse hard with the palm of my hand.

"Tell me what you want, you little slut!"

"I want you to fuck me," she growled.

I slapped her arse cheek even harder, causing her to cry out, "Beg me slut. Beg me to fuck you; tell me what you want."

'Oh fuck, I want you to fuck my married slutty little holes; I want you to make me your whore. Fuck me, Jerry. Make me your slut."

"That's better. I like cheating married whores. The cunt always tastes sweeter when it belongs to another man. Is that what you are, Carol? Are you a cheating married whore that loves strange cock."

"Oh fuck yes. I love my holes stuffed with stranger's cock. Please, Jerry, no more teasing fuck me fuck like a cheap whore."

I pulled her arse cheeks apart and spat into puckered freckle before I jammed my cock balls deep in her. Carol screamed out a little loud for a hotel. I love that I was fucking a screamer. Nothing is more satisfying than fucking a cheating married whore than a dirty-talking screamer.

I jackhammered her cunt as if my life depended on it. Carol was screaming and moaning like the proper whore she was. Even when her body started convulsing and shaking, I just held her hips tight and kept on driving my cock as deep as I could while she tried to get away.

When Carol's body went limp, I shoved my thumb deep into her shit chute, making her head snap back to give me a shocked look. A wicked smile curled upon her lips before she again screamed out as I wiggled my thumb around, stretching her spinster.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as I pulled my cock out of her dripping cunt stood on the bed next to her face, and pushed my cock down her throat. I placed both my hands on the back of her head and held her face tight against my crotch, choking her on my cock. I shot my load down her throat.

Carol's eyes shot open in desperation as she began choking on my load, her hands desperately pushing me away. I shot three jets down her throat, then released her head. The following two splattered across her now red face from lack of oxygen. The last two jets splashed across those perfect tits.

I stepped off the bed, standing back and admiring the mess I had made on the married whores pretty face. With her breathing back to a controllable rate, Carol got off the bed and crawled to me on her knees and took my softening cock in her mouth, and licked it clean. A married woman never looks prettier than when she has my cum dripping from her nose, lips, and chin.

With my cock hard again, I pulled her to her feet and walked her to the large plate-glass window. I pushed her cum covered face and tits against the cold glass. Spreading her feet apart with my foot, I pulled her tight bubble butt back against me and pushed my cock against her backdoor.

"Is this what you want slut? Do you want my cock in your married little arsehole?"

"Yesss, fuck my arse. It's yours. My husband has never deserved it but you. You can fuck any hole you want. I'm your slut, whore tonight, so treat me like one and tear that arse up motherfucker.

Carol was one dirty bitch, nothing like I had expected her to be. If she wanted to be my whore then that's precisely what she would be. I drove my cock dry into her shit chute, causing a wailing scream loud enough to bring hotel security to the door, surely. But I was determined to bust my nut in her arse before that happened and started to fuck the literal shit out of her.

Carol was screaming and moaning like a banshee as I pounded her arsehole. Her hand dropped to her clit, and she furiously rubbed it as I drove my cock into her. Within a couple of minutes, the tight grip of her virgin arse had my balls busting, and I drove in one more time before flooding her colon with hot jizz, as she came screaming in another intense orgasm.

Two days later, I was back in Dallas, meeting my latest client.

So, Jerry, do you have anything for me? I know she is cheating on me when she is on her business trips; I can just feel it. I bet it's that lecherous boss of hers, Jim Thompson.

I gotta say, Bill, after I first laid eyes on your wife Carol, I thought you were right, but after following her for four days, I can safely say you have absolutely nothing to be worried about. From what I could figure out, when the working day was done, she didn't even have dinner with her colleagues. She headed to her room ordered room service, and never left."

"Ok, but what about someone coming to her room later in the night?"

"What can I say, Bill? I watched her room all night as we discussed. Your wife just isn't cheating on you. From what I can see, she's the perfect wife, a true keeper, pal. Just because she's twenty years younger than you doesn't mean she doesn't love you. You struck the lotto with that one, Bill."

"Well, you come highly recommended, so if you say she's faithful, I guess she must be. Now, it was twelve thousand for the four days of surveillance and filming, correct?

"That's right, think of it as an investment in your peace of mind. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Bill."

"Thank Jerry; I feel much better now; money well spent."

Bill left the check for twelve thousand on my desk and headed for the door. As soon as he left the room, I picked up my phone.

"Hello, my little slut. Call your husband and tell him you are going to be late home from work tonight. I need that filthy whore mouth of yours on my cock. Oh, and Carol, you better be wearing that butt plug I got you; I need that arse stretched. It was way too tight last time. It made me cum far too quickly.