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I'll Drop My Panties for You: Chapter 3

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Tom Ferson has sex with three MILFs.
I’ll Drop My Panties for You: Chapter 3

Margaret Cabot

I’m horny. It’s been seven days since Tom spent the weekend fucking me to delirium. My week in Vegas was enjoyable especially looking for his special gift. During the stay I was attracted to a number of men, and was hit on several times. Being desired by other men was a boost to my pride, but I’m only thinking of Tom. I feel like a virgin waiting for a handsome someone to take my cherry. The plane ride to Columbia was only made tolerable by several strawberry daqaries.

As Lance goes to get the car, I call Tom. I’m anxious about calling him and being scared he might not answer.

“Hello Margaret,” his rich baritone almost causes me to pee my panties.

“Tom, darling I’m at the airport, and won’t be able to get to the condo until six. Can you meet me then?”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Thank you Tom. I hope you’re ready. I’m horny as a penned heifer in heat. I’m going to ravage you.”

His laugh sends thrills up and down my spine. I can almost see, touch, and smell him. It seems to take forever to get home, unpack, and prepare dinner for Lance. I tell him I have a meeting with of a representative of the Democratic Party about how the money we donated. It isn’t a total lie, but he doesn’t question me about leaving. I don’t shower, but I remember Tom’s gift and a change of underwear.

I drive the speed limit to town from our home in Irmo. Getting a speeding ticket on I-26 would delay my arrival. It’s almost six when I pull into the Cornell Arms parking lot. Tom’s Lexus is parked close to the elevator. I smile to myself hurrying to the elevator, and wished it was faster. The door opens. I hear 2001 being played, the lights are dim, and the smell of Jasmine arouses my senses. I walk to the living room to see Tom standing beside a couch wearing an all white sweat suit. He’s gorgeous.

“Thank you for the romantic setting. I’ve been thinking about this moment for a week,” I say walking into his waiting arms after dropping my purse on the couch. “I feel like a school girl who’s about to lose her virginity. That’s how anxious I am.”

No need for that,” he picks me up like I’m a feather carrying me into the bedroom lit by a dozen candles.

“This is even more romantic than my entrance.” She says. “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to shower and change.”

“I’ll take you anyway I can.” He sits her feet on the floor and enfolds her in his arms.

The flittering candle light in the room dulled by fading sunlight casts shadows of the two of us entwined is a passionate embrace.

“Oh Tom, take me quickly. I can’t wait. I want your weight crushing me. I want you in me. I want to feel you’re cum flooding my pussy as I climax.”

Quickly he remove my clothes and smoothers me with kisses, gorges on my breasts, and feasts on my pussy.

I moan and groan as he satisfies my needs with his hands, lips, and tongue. His face is buried in my pussy, and his hands hold me in place. The contractions of my sex organs reverberate through my body as I climax with the bellow of a woman touched at her core.

My after effects continue as I lie in the paradise of Tom’s body surrounding mine. “I’m ready.” I stroke his cock. He pulls himself on top of me, spreads my legs, and I guide him into my pussy with a moan, “Oooh I needed that.”

He pulls my legs together, rolls forward until I’m on my shoulders, and pushes my feet until one is on each side of my head. While he holds me in place, he bores into me with his staff.

I feel as though I’m bent into the shape of a pretzel, my breathing comes in gasps; I look up at his handsome face concentrating on me, and I lose all of my senses except the feeling of his long, hard, thick cock stimulating the walls of my vagina. I close my eyes, see fireworks under my eye lids, and grunt with each of his thrusts. His cock slides in and out of me over and over. At last the sensation of his stroking brings me to another climax. He doesn’t stop as I moan in pleasure at each push. Finally, I feel his speed increase, his shaft swell and harden. With one last plunge he touches my cervix and floods my cavity with his warm liquids. My groan joins his as we climax together.

He persists in grinding his shank deep into my pussy as his spasms continue until slowly fading away. He softens and slips from me and returns us to a normal position.

I lie exhausted in a state of sexual ecstasy.

I wake covered with a sheet and spread. I look around. Nothing looks familiar then I remember I’m in the condo with Tom. Where is he? I pull the spread off the bed and rush into the hall. Standing in front of the stove is Tom wearing his white sweat suit. “Tom, why didn’t you wake me?”

“You were sleeping so peacefully, and I knew you were tired from your trip. Would you like something to eat? I have the fixings for omelets.”

I plop in a chair. “I guess I was more tired than I thought, and I am hungry”

“Put some bread in the toaster while I get you a robe.” He returns, removes the spread, and puts the housecoat around me.

I pull him to me and he puts his hands on my breasts. “Thank you for my coming home gift.”

“My pleasure.” He goes about the task of preparing the ham and cheese omelets. “Eat up the coffee will be ready soon.”

We eat quietly chatting about my trip and his work week.

“I made the calls as promised, and while I didn’t get any firm commitments all of them are interested and want to meet you.”

“Want to meet me. Why?”

I laugh. “I told them you were the epitome of Adonis: tall, blonde, handsome, and personable.”

“That’s nice of you, but how are we going to arrange a meeting?”

“I’ll take care of all the details. I want you to be the only attraction. You can explain everything the party is trying to do, and how their contributions will help deal with the Tea Party position of principle over people. I’ll bring up the topic of Governor Haley and you can elaborate on her governing and ethical deficiencies.”

“I can do all of that, but why have me represent the party.”

“Darling, it’s the Adonis Effect. I want the ladies to be wowed by you, and let them see how you represent the future of the state and not the past.”

“Okay, I guess you have a better insight into the female psyche than I do.”

Tom McFerson

Light filters through the windows casting shadows on the far wall of two figures making love. The classical music playing muffles the sounds of lips kissing and sucking, of body parts slapping each other, and the rhythmic sounds of a bed shaking back and forth. A strong scent of strawberry potpourri along with spend body fluids fill the room. The profile of swaying breasts is a prominent silhouette on the white wall. The strained high pitch of an orgasm vibrates the curtains partially covering the windows. Salty, musky, and human odors increase as the couple engages in a strenuous fucking session.

“Tom, oh Tom, I’m coming again. Your cock is touching every sensitive spot in my pussy. Please don’t come yet, I want to keep fucking.” Margaret rides up and down my rock hard cock. The silhouette of her bucking body against the wall shows flying hair, and swinging tits.

Her body goes stiff, she leans back with her hands on my legs, her head swings from side to side, and she groans.

I roll over covering her soft lips with mine.

We kiss for a long time with my shaft buried in her cunt.

I break from her lips, rising above her I marvel at her forty-five year old tits, before raining kisses over her face, ears, and neck.

“Don’t forget my tits. I love the way you suck on them.” She lifts one to my face, and her other hand brushes through my hair.

Her breasts are large, soft, and smooth with dollar size areola and hard raspberry colored nipples. I kiss them all over and shift my tongue from one nipple to the other. I suck a teat into my mouth and squeeze it between the roof of my mouth and my teeth. I apply more and more pressure until she moans, then run my tongue over her nub in all directions.

She sighs and pushes her other tit to my face.

I take the nipple and apply force, ease off, and add more stress. Over and over I alternate between hard and easy pressure hardening them even further.

Her legs move further apart. Oh Tom, you’re hitting my cervix, it’s wonderful.”

My confidence and pride are boosted by her comments and reactions to my efforts. She’s a beautiful lady, built for pleasure with a great pussy, and while I like her a great deal she’s only a means to advance my career. That doesn’t mean she’s not a great piece of ass. Even at forty-five she has all the assets and enthusiasm of a twenty year old, and even during our third time together she’s a joy. I bring her feet to my chest and saw into her with the weight of two hundred pounds pounding into her tightened pussy.

She grunts, “Augh,” at each stroke. ‘Tom, oh Tom I’m coming.” She pulls me to her breasts with her arms around my neck and spills her fluids over my cock and bed.

I’ve been stimulated and ready for a long time, but I’ve waited until this moment to drive myself into her as hard as I can. I spray the lining of her pussy walls with my juism. My entire body is as stiff as an I-beam, and my spasms continue until I’ve got nothing else to give. I groan, “That’s one for Tom.”

She groans even louder and longer, “Oh yes, oh God, oh fuck, you’re wonderful.”

Eleesha Montgomery

I sit in my office in the Cornell Arms Condominiums finishing a report for the owners of the building, and remembering the pathetic fuck of last night. My husband, Leroy, and I had a lovely dinner at O’Charley’s, but he had one too many Rum and Cokes. He was too drunk to drive, so I took him home as mad as an eagle surveying a field empty of prey. I got him undressed and into bed, and spent an hour on my cell talking with my mother and my best friend Mildred. I went to bed naked and fall asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Some time early this morning, I was awakened by a large hand covering my breast and a big cock humping my ass.

“Honey, I’ve got something to give you,” he says

“Whatever it is I don’t want it, I need to sleep.” I removed his hand from my tit. Before I could get comfortable his hand was tickling my pussy. When I tried to take his hand away my legs spread a little, and he buried his finger in my snatch. The harder I tried to get away from him the more determined he was to finger fuck me. He hit my G-spot, and I stopped squirming trying to get away. My resistance gave way to pleasure. In no time at all he had me on my back, and his big mouth was chomping on a nipple. As I became better lubricated, he put his thumb on my clit and I moaned, “Oooaugh.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He was between my legs, my body was pinned to the bed, and he rose and probed with his big stick until he plunged into me.

I hadn’t wanted to have sex with a drunk, but now I was ready. I pulled him close. “Baby I’m ready give it to me.” What a disappointment. He banged into me about a dozen times before he shot his load into me.

“Thanks Eleesha, I needed that.” He rolled off of me and in no time was snoring.

There I laid a horny fuckable female who hadn’t been satisfied. I got up and finished myself off in the bathroom with a dildo. Who needs a man who can’t even last forty seconds?

My mind shifts from the recent past to several weeks ago, and an unexpected and wonderful quickie with a white tenant in room 401. I wonder if he’s using the condo today. I stand, stretch, and walk into the outer office to get a cup of coffee. Walking into the lobby, I say hello to Charles the man at the front desk, and looking out the window I see his Porsche. I smile to myself and return to my office. I pick up the phone and dial 5401.

The phone rings four times before I hear, “Hello.”

“Mr. McFerson, this is Eleesha Montgomery the condo manager. Do you have some time to see me today?”

“What do you want to see me about?” He asks.

“I’d rather tell you in person.”

He hesitates; I hope he’s not going to say no. “I’m making some calls, but I should be finished in about fifteen minutes. Why don’t you come up then?”

“Thank you Mr. McFerson, I’ll be there.” I have a smile on my face and a good feeling between my legs. I remove my suit jacket unbutton three buttons at the top of my blouse so some cleavage is showing. Just before I leave the office, I stop and remove my panties and stuff them in my purse. A girl has to be prepared, I say to myself. I tap on his door twenty minutes after our phone call.

The door opens and there he stands six feet two inches of masculine sexuality.

“Come in Mrs. Montgomery. May I call you Eleesha?”

I offer him my hand. “Why don’t you call me Lesha everyone else does.”

“Okay Lesha it is, and I’d like you to call me Tom. I don’t like formality when I’m not working. I’m brewing some tea would you care for a cup?”

“That would be lovely and a great change of pace from coffee,” I follow him into the kitchenette where a steam kettle is whistling.

“Please sit down while I place the tea ball into the pot.”

I sit with my legs crossed, and pull my blouse down a little when he’s not looking. As he turns with a tray containing the tea pot, two cups, and condiments, I slowly uncross and re-cross my legs. I notice him looking at me.

“What can I do for you Lesha?” He asks setting the tray on the table.

I smile. “I was just sitting in my office this morning when I remembered the first time we met. It was one of the most enjoyable afternoons I’ve had in a long time. I also recall that my family was coming by and we didn’t have much time. If you’re interested, I’d like us to take time and get to know each other better.” I re-crossed my legs and ran a finger along my neckline.

He doesn’t speak as he removes the tea ball from the pot, pours two cups, and pushes the cream and sugar to me. He fixes his tea and smiles. “Lesha, it would be my privilege to have you spend the rest of the afternoon with me.”

I’m excited; I stand up unbuttoning the rest of my blouse.

He holds up his hand, “Whoo, slow down we have several hours to become better acquainted. I’m into politics and I would like to know if you have friends like yourself who might be interested in entertaining some friends of mine?”

I’m stunned by his question. “Are you asking me to recruit some of my more adventurous friends to meet some of yours? Do you want to fuck me and have me pimp for you?”

He takes a sip of tea. “I wouldn’t put it in those words, but you have the general idea.”

“I’ve never been so insulted in my whole life,” I say removing my blouse from my shoulders to reveal my ample breasts covered by a white bra.

His eyes never leave me as I remove my blouse. “It was just a question? You can answer with a yes or a no.” He sits back in his chair and drinks more tea.

“My answer is I don’t know.” I sip some tea and reach behind my back to unfasten my bra. My breasts slump under their weight.

His eyes are fixated on me. “I’m assuming you’re answer is no.”

“Why would you assume that? I ask shrugging one shoulder to allow a strap to fall to my elbow, and then I do the other.

“I‘m guessing by your behavior you’re more interested in being with me than you are about answering my question? He straightens his cock in his pants.

I pull the tops of my bra cups down so my areolas show. “I have some lady friends who have been known to step out on their boyfriends or husbands. Aside from sex what is the payoff.”

“From the money I have to work with, I can say the inducement will not be monetary, although individuals may be willing to offer money or gifts in return for favors. Some potential contributors are more likely to make a signification contribution to a political case if some inducement is offered.”

“What you’re telling me is that you would like me and some of my adventurous friend to fuck some white dudes just for the sex.”

“Not all of the dudes will be white, but aside from that fact the rest of what you’ve asked is correct. As I said I have only a small budget, but I thought you and your friends might be willing to entertain some gentleman, as a way of helping the Democratic Party raise money and elect individuals who will support the party’s causes.”

“Are you telling me you’re pimping for the Democrats?”

“That’s a poor choice of words. I’d say I’m enabling some friends to assist the party by entertaining some wealthy gentleman. With the understanding there may be some financial payoff.” He finishes the cup of tea and stands. “You don’t have to give me an answer today,”

He walks to me and places his hands my bra cups and pulls them from my breasts. They oscillate to their nature position. “You have beautiful breasts, may I?”

I lift both of my tatas to him; he kisses each one.

He drops to his knees pulling my skirt and panties to the floor. “Your scent is unique.” He pushes his face into my crotch.

I stagger backward not expecting him to go there.

He lowers me to the kitchen floor, grabs my hips, and pushes his face into my groin. It’s cold, but I don’t complain, because his tongue is sweeping up and down my slit. My pubic hair is soppy wet and my opening separates. Around and around my outer lips he moves before licking my slit again and ramming his tongue into me.

I moan. “Oooh," and place my hands on his head and weaving my fingers through his blonde hair.

As he licks my pussy, he raises his arms and strums my nipples until their hard.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” I moan as the thrills of his mouth and tongue surge through me.

He lifts his head and pushed two fingers into my opening.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moan.

The sensations of his fingers probing my cavity walls are marvelous, and I feel the rumbling of my sex organs. I sense him move his head north, his tongue flicks over my clit. Over and over again he licks my most sensitive sex organ.

I arch my back and groan, “Oaaaugh,” as my fluids gush onto his hand and the kitchen floor. He doesn’t stop and I writhe under his unrelenting assault on my clit. “Stop, stop I can’t take any more.” He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. I lie recovering from my orgasm as he undresses.

He stands over me with his large white cock dripping precum on my belly. Leaning forward he guides his shaft to my open mouth.

I kiss the tip, take it between my lips and squeeze as hard as I can.

He moans, “Keep that up.”

I do and run my tongue around the tip concentrating my licking on the underside of his crown.

“Damn you’re good,” he says pushing his staff into my mouth.

I take as much of him as I can before I gag.

He pulls back. “Sorry,” but he continues to fuck my face.

In and out he moves, and I tighten my lips around his thrusting cock.

“Oooah,” he moans and moves faster and faster.

“I hear his rapid, shallow breathing, and feel his cucumber swell harden and spurt globs and globs of cum into my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, but I can’t gulp it down fast enough. My mouth isn’t big enough to take it all, and it spills over my face and chest. I hold him tight until his spasms stop; he softens and slips from my mouth.

“Damn, you’re a great cock sucker.” He moves off me, pulls me to the edge of the bed with my head hanging down.

He stands in front of me and fondles my breasts hanging down and back.

“You have a great sit of tits. I bet your husband can’t keep his hands off of you.”

I laugh at the thought of my husband attempt early this morning. I enjoy Tom’s hands on my boobs, and watch his cock coming alive again.

He continues to finger my hangers until he leans forward sucking a nipple into his mouth. Licking and sucking one teat and then the other. He switches every ten seconds until his hard-on retunes. He probes my mouth with his erection, and I take him into my mouth.

I’m warm all over. My tits are tingling and my mouth is squeezing his cock as hard as I can. He pushes and pulls it over my lips. The multiple stimulations sends wave after wave of pleasure surging though my body.

He leaves my hooters, moves his body on top of mine, and lowers his head to my pussy. His tongue rubs my honey button.

Oh God that’s wonderful. My contractions cause me to spit his cock from my mouth. I wiggle under his continuing pressure. “Stop, stop, I can’t take any more.” My body trembles from electric-like shocks zipping though me. I climax, “Aaaugh!”

My body is lifted, turned, laid on the bed on my stomach, my legs are spread, and his cock plunge into me. He holds me by the hips and rams into my pussy over and over again. I grunt, “Ah,” each time he jams his long, hard staff into me. I grab the sheets and hold them tight as my body is banged over and over again into the mattress. The convulsions of my sex organs are arousing me higher and higher. He stops and smashes into me as he ejects his sperm into me. The warm fluids bring my shuddering to a peak, and I climax right after him, “Oh God, oh God, yes, yes, yes!”

We lie on the bed trying to catch our breath.

My pussy has never been fucked like this. I’m lying beside a white Adonis who has taken me to paradise. A feeling of ecstasy encompasses me. I doze off.

I awake when my body is submerged in a bubble bath. The warm water is wonderful as are the hands washing my body.

Tom sits on the edge of the tub wearing a white towel. “Are you awake enough to get dressed? It’s almost five o’clock.”

“Five o’clock. I can’t believe it’s that late. Give me a towel and get my clothes.” I dry as fast as I can, and put on my clothing and shoes. I hurry to the elevator.

“Are you going to answer my question?” he asks

“Oh, oh yes, I’ll talk to some of my friends and acquaintances and see if there’s any interest. I’m sure a few would like to have a white cock for a change. I’ll talk to you next week.”

I ride the elevator to the first floor and check to see if I have any messages. Fortunately, there are only a few, none of them important. I sit in my chair remembering the boning of my life. I can’t wait until the next time.

Tom McFerson

I enter the Chamber of Commerce building in downtown Spartanburg for the annual meeting to honor the business persons of the year. I’m wearing a charcoal black suit with a white shirt and red tie. Due to my clothing and height, I stand out in the crowd, and quickly am approached by friends and members of the local Democratic Party. They had been notified I was coming. I carry on conversations with those who approach me, but it is my task to meet as many new people as I can.

I pick up a glass of punch from a passing waiter, and walk to the tables full of appetizers. Standing to one side is an incredible female with long ebony hair talking with a group of males and females. As I pick up some Swedish meat balls, I try to remember her name. It comes to me as I view her beautiful face and well filled red dress, Leslie Godfrey. She’s receiving one of the awards for the 2013 Ace Awards.

I look around the gathering and notice a pretty young lady probably in her late twenties or early thirties. She holds a small valise and observes those who interact with Mrs. Godfrey. She might well be Mrs. Godfrey’s assistant. I pick up a glass of punch and take it to her. “I notice you have nothing to drink. I’m Tom McFerson.”

“I’m pleased to meet you Mr. McFerson and thank you, but I can’t drink because I’m working.”

“The punch contains no alcoholic. I assume you’re Mrs. McFerson’s aid, and your name is?

“Oh excuse me, I’m Kelly Burnside, Mrs. Kelly Burnside, and yes I’m Leslie’s assistant.” She drinks some of the punch.

“How long have you been working for Mrs. Godfrey?”

“It’s been almost two years just after I separated from my husband.” She blushes and holds her hand over her mouth.

“Your secret is safe with me. I’m employed by the Democratic Party.” I have some of my punch and observe Kelly closely. She’s about five feet four inches tall, one hundred and twenty pounds. Her hair is brown as are her eyes and hair. She’s wearing a black business suit with a conservative white collared shirt.

“What do you do with the Democratic Party?” She asks lifting the glass to her attractive mouth.

“I do a little bit of everything, but my main task is to raise money. It’s been nice speaking with you Kelly, but I need to introduce myself to your boss.”

Mrs. Godfey doesn’t have a drink. I pick up a glass of punch and walk to the gathering. “Excuse me I noticed you don’t have a drink.” I say handing it to her turning to leave.

“Thank you Mr….?"

“You’re welcome. I’m Tom McFerson.” I turn again to leave.

“Mr. McFerson would you please stay? If the rest of you give me a minute, I’d appreciate it.”

The gathering breaks up and Mrs. Godfrey extends her hand to me.

I take it. Her hand is warm with a slight tremor, her fingers are long and her left ring finger has a large diamond ring, and she holds mine a little longer than necessary.

“That was a very suave way to make yourself noticed. May I ask who you work for?” She stares into my eyes.

“I’m employed by the Democratic Party. I’ve read your brief resume and you’ve accomplished a great deal being married to a successful businessman and having three children.” I return her stare.

“You’ve impressed me again. Almost no one reads those handouts. Why did you?”

I smile. “To tell you the truth it part of my job. I’m supposed to meet and know as many VIPS as I can.”

“So, I’m a VIP?”

“Yes, but you’re much more than that or you wouldn’t be receiving an award this evening.” I rub the back of my left hand resting along my thigh.

She smiles. “It’s been a pleasure speaking with you Tom. Would you be kind enough to send me your vitae?” She extends her hand again.

I take it in my right hand and clasp my left hand over hers.

She smiles, turns from me, and goes back to her group of friends.

I watch her walk away, and I return to Kelly. I’ll learn more about Leslie by talking with Kelly than anyone else.

“I see you made an impression on my boss as well as me? Kelly says smiling as I walk to her.

“I don’t believe you are usually a wall flower, but you’ve taken the role to earn a living for yourself and…”

“You’re correct and I have a three year old son. What about you?”

“I’m single.” I show her my left hand.

“How is that possible? You’re so handsome. I can’t believe you haven’t had chances.” She says edging closer to me.

Before I can answer the Master of Ceremonies calls the gathering to their tables “Can I buy you a drink after this is over?”

“I’m sorry but Mrs. Godfrey may want me to do something after the ceremony, and I have a baby sitter.”

“Neither one of those is a problem for me. I’ll talk with you after this is over.”

She hurries after Leslie.

Kelly Burnside

I look back over my shoulder at the tall handsome man. It’s been a long time since I’ve talked with a man as gorgeous and well built as he. I hope Leslie won’t need me after the banquet. I’d like to have a drink with him.

Mrs. Leslie Godfrey is presented with The Athena Award for achieving the highest level of excellence, devoted time and energy to the community, and, especially, opened the doors of leadership opportunity for women. I couldn’t be more proud if I’d won the award myself. She certainly deserves the award, because of her hiring and promoting women to lead divisions of her ceramics company. I know because I’m being trained to become the Assistant Director of the bisque firing division as soon as my training is over. I applaud until my hands are sore after her thank you comments.

I’m even more pleased when she’s invited for drinks by some of her admirers, because I spent most of the time observing Tom McFerson during and after the meal. His ability to move about the room meeting and talking to friends and acquaintances illustrates his friendly open personality. I’m moved by his good looks and willingness to take time with an underling like me. His invitation for a drink is haunting, because I haven’t been moved by a man since long before my husband deserted me and Stacy.

With my purse and valise in hand, I follow the crowd out of the banquet hall.

“Are you interested in that drink?”

I hear as Tom takes my arm with his hand.

His words and touch are welcome.

“Tom, I didn’t see you behind me,” I say pleased by his presence and question.

“Is that an answer to my question?” He smiles down at me.

“No that’s a comment about you surprising me, but my answer is yes although I’ll have to call my baby sitter.”

“That’s understandable, where would you like to go? I know of a small place near here I believe you’ll like.”

“Where ever you’d like is fine with me. How are we going to deal with two cars?”

“Why don’t you ride with me, and I’ll bring you back.”

“Okay, that’s fine.” I take him by the arm as he leads me out of the building to his Porsche. I feel good about myself, because he asked me out for a drink, and because I’m hanging on to the arm of the best looking man in the room. We chit chat about the banquet and Leslie’s award and the wonderful job she’s done enabling women to take leadership roles in her company.

The Rome Club is only a few blocks for the Chamber of Commerce Conference Center. It’s decorated with pictures of Rome and the Italian country side, and the servers all wear white togas. Tom orders a tomato based dip with chips as an appetizer and a Dewars on the rocks for himself. I have a glass of Mosocoto. I excuse myself and call my baby sitter. She’s willing to stay as long as I need. I freshen my hair and makeup in the ladies room, and go into a stall to remove my panties and place them in my purse. I’m going to be ready if he asks me.

He stands when I return. “It looks as though you’ve remade yourself. You look like a million dollars.”

“Thank you, my baby sitter is not a problem.”

“Great would you like to dance?”

“I’d love too. It’s been a long time I may be a little rusty.”

He dances like a dream, and I feel comfortable in his arms. We dance to several slow tunes and he holds me close. My nipples harden rubbing again his chest and I leak a few drops of mucous down my legs. I feel the bulge in his pants, notice his scent, and hear his complimentary remarks about my dancing.

Back at our table, we finish the chips and dip, and have another drink.

“I hope this isn’t the end of our time together.” I run my hands through my hair.

“Kelly, we haven’t known each other long, but I think you are taken with me as I am with you. I’d like you to come to my hotel with me?”

I hesitate. I like him a lot, and why did I take off my panties if I wasn’t ready to have sex with him. “Tom, I appreciate your invitation, but it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man.”

He laughs. Does that mean no, yes, or maybe?”

We continue to talk until we finish our drinks.

“Have you decided on an answer?” he asks staring at me

“I think we should go… go to your hotel.” I return his stare and run my hand over my breasts.

He puts his arm around my waist walking to the car. As he drives to the hotel, I observe his chiseled features, and remember the bulge in his trousers as we danced. It’s been a long time since I had sex, but I look forward to the pleasure he can give me. I place my hand on his thigh.

He pulls my hand to his erection.

It’s large, it’s hard, and it’s warm. I love it already.

Tom McFerson

I’m glad she said yes. I can’t wait until I see what’s under those clothes.

Inside my room, we’re in each other’s arms. Our lips touch. Hers are soft, moist, and taste wonderful. I enjoy her breasts crushed against my chest, and her tongue rushing around my mouth. Instantly there’s a spark between us and our kiss becomes more and more passionate.

Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, and the current between us has me humming with excitement. We fumble getting each other’s jackets off. We resume our kiss with our hands exploring each other’s backs ending with hands grasping each other’s ass and grinding our groins together.

“It’ll be faster if we undress ourselves,” she says.

I watch her as she peels off her dress and bra. She’s not wearing panties.

“I’m surprised you’re going bareback?” I ask stroking my erection.

She smiles shyly. “I removed them at the Rome Club. I decided then if you asked me I’d say yes.”

“You dropped your panties for me?”

“Yes,” she says taking them from her purse. “I want you to take advantage of me since I’m as horny as a bitch in heat.”

“You’re my kind of woman.” I take her in my arms and fall into bed with her. As I kiss her my hands tare all over her body. She’s soft, smooth, warm, and has a nice set of tits.

She rolls on to her back, spreads her legs, and pulls me to her. “Give it to me.”

I inch myself to her pussy lips, separate them, and slowly slide as deep into her as I can.

“Oh, oh God, I love it, I love your cock. Give it to me.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs around my thighs.

I’m having a hard time believing the short, shy, wall flower is acting like a slut, but I’m eager to please her. I give her three short hard thrusts.

She grunts “Aaaugh,” after each one.

With my head beside hers I slowly pump her with long strokes.

“Oh Tom, that’s wonderful, don’t stop.”

I constantly change my rhythm from long and slow to short and fast. I roll my hips one way and then the other. I feel her clinching her muscles around by cock, and hear and feel her breathing in my ear.

She moans, “Ooh, ooh, ooh! I love it, I love every inch of it. I want to get in sync with you. Stroke me as you did at the beginning.”

I pull back and she does the same, I push forward and she rams her pussy into my cock.

We with draw and thrust, with draw and thrust over and over again,

She holds me tighter. “I’m going to come,” she says into my ear, “Give it to me hard and fast."

I grab the top of the mattress and ram into her like a jackhammer. I pound into her as hard as I can

It doesn’t take long until she groans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me,” as she climaxes.

My pounding doesn’t stop until with one last push, I eject my jism into her a groan, “God damn you’ve got a great pussy.” My spasms continue for several minutes before my convulsions cease.

“I’d forgotten how good it feels to have a cock in my pussy. Thank you, thank you” she says as tears come to her eyes.

“Why are you crying?” I pull her close.

“I’m so happy because you thought I was worth fucking, and because I enjoyed my orgasms so much.

We cuddle for a long time.

I caress her breasts and nipples.

She strokes my cock.

“Can I get on top?” She asks.

I roll on my back holding my cock up right. “This is my favorite position.”

As she straddles my body she asks, “Why?” but continues to rise on her haunches and lower herself until my shaft slips into her opening.

“Are you ready?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, but spindles herself and slides as far down on me as she can. She groans, “Aaaugh, you’ve got a great dick.”

She sits on top of me with a satisfied look on her face. In this position I’m not only encased by a willing pussy, but I’m able to look at her beautiful face and average sized breast. “Just don’t sit there, move.”

With her hands on my hairy chest she moves up and down. She smiles at me, and although her breasts are partially hidden behind her arms I enjoy seeing them bounce with her movements. I place my thumb of her clit, and she increases her speed.

“Oh, oh, oh your thumb feels so good. Thrills are shooting through my body.” Her breathing becomes labored as she moves faster and faster.

My thumb never leaves her honey button.

She stops moving up and down, and swivels her hips in circles grinding my shaft. “Oh God, oh God, I’m coming, I’m coming, Aaaugh!” She throws her hear back, rolls it from side to side, and climaxes all over me.

I smile up at her proud of my ability to bring a woman to an orgasm. When she calms down, I pull her forward watching her breasts swing to my face. I stop her there. “This is one of the reasons why this is my favorite position.” I cup and fondle her tits, before taking a nipple into my mouth.

She sighs. “Hum,” as I lick, nibble, and suck on her teat. “You do that so well. My boobs are tingling, and I can feel pleasure rushing through my body.”

I feast on her nubs and leisurely roll my hips to grind her cunt. The longer I suckle and ream her vaginal walls, the more I feel her shudder. Rising on my shoulders, I ram my rod up and into the depths of her tunnel. At the same time, I pull her mouth to mine as our tongues intensify the pleasure between us. My thrusts are long and hard hitting the bottom of her opening with each stroke.

She pulls her mouth from mine and groans, “Yes, yes, yes, right there, I’m coming!” Her body convulses as the joy of the friction between us causes her to climax.

I roll us on to her back, push her legs to my shoulders, and I pummel her. I see the perspiration on her face, the redness of her neck and chest, her flattened breasts, and I cram my cock in and out of her at the speed of a race car piston. I feel myself reaching a peak of arousal and I plunge one last time spilling my sperm into her. I groan, “Oooaugh!”

Her howl matches mine, “Aaaugh,” as we climax together.

It takes a long time for my secondary spasms to cease. When they do, I slip from her and fall to her side.

We lie cuddling.

Kelly rises on her elbow. “Thank you for the best sex I’ve even had. You’re incredible lover. Am I ever going to see you again?” Tears form in her eyes.

“You’re the astonishing lover. I had a wonderful time, and yes you’ll see me again. I have to come back to visit your employer, which means you’ll get to see more of me.” I enjoy softly kissing her lips.

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