My name is Michelle, and I've had some interesting work-related experiences. This was one of the best of them...
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My company sent me on a driving trip from Northern California to Salt Lake City, with a stop at a small Utah town to sign off on some work. Once in Salt Lake City, I would attend some classes, return the rental car, and then fly back to California.
On arriving in the small town, I saw an auto parts store, so I walked there from my nearby hotel to see if they had a replacement light bulb for my own car back home. That was a rewarding walk, as it turned out. While looking for the bulb, a man struck up a conversation with me. I couldn't help but notice that he was tall and sexy, and we hit it off enough that I let him walk me back to the hotel, where he was also staying, and he invited me to dinner.
We talked over steaks for him and seafood for me. He said his name was Mike. He was a mine inspector for the government, and he checked out the many small gold mines in Utah for compliance with safety rules. I told him I was a traveling coordinator for work done for my company, so I was on the road a lot. As our conversation continued, he was interesting and interested in me, and I could tell he was checking me out as we talked. When dinner was over, we decided to take our desserts back to his room, but I said I wanted to change first, so he gave me his room number.
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Back in my hotel room, I took my work clothes off and had a shower. Then I dressed in some casual but fairly sexy clothes, with a large shirt hanging over short shorts with a black thong beneath. From a distance, it looked like I had no shorts on under the shirt, and I was braless as well, partly because it felt good, but also because it let my erect nipples protrude visibly against the shirt. Given his interest over dinner and the idea of desserts in his room, I looked forward to seeing him, thinking he'd like to fuck me. I knocked on his door, and Mike answered, still dressed in his jeans and shirt, but with a big smile on his face at seeing me.
He offered me a glass of dessert wine, having bought a bottle at the hotel convenience store while I changed. We used two plastic cups from his room. It was not fancy, but we both enjoyed sitting and sipping as we nibbled our desserts. When the desserts were done, we continued to sit on the sofa in his room, and he put his arm around me. When I set my drink down, he did the same and leaned over to kiss me. I wanted that as much as Mike did, and we kissed for several minutes. When he put his hand on my leg, I suggested we skip the foreplay and head straight to the bedroom; he liked that idea, so we did.
Mike wasted no time dropping his jeans and briefs, and I knelt before him and took his erection in my hands. I gripped his cock and took it between my lips, and slowly licked and sucked him until he groaned, jerked, and came, squirting rope after rope of his load into my mouth. I always loved that part, getting a man so aroused with my tongue and lips that he could not control himself and filled me with his cum! I swallowed as soon as he removed his member, and then licked him clean.
Having ejaculated, Mike pulled his briefs and jeans back on. He was understandably less interested in my body at that point, but I knew how to fix that. I took another sip of wine as he sat on the sofa and relaxed, and I put on a show for him. I danced provocatively while removing my large shirt to reveal my perky tits and erect nipples. I leaned over to put them within tongue's reach of his mouth, and he couldn't help but lick them until I pulled away. I was thrilled that my attempt to arouse him again was off to a good start.
I continued to dance for him, slowly slipping my shorts off and letting him gaze at my black thong. My ass was not big, but was well-proportioned to my small Asian body, and my shaved and already wet pussy beckoned. He stared, wondering I was sure, what my pussy looked like under that black thong. I intended to let him wonder until he did something about it. And so I danced, swaying back and forth, pushing my rear and thong-covered pussy alternately almost into his face, and watching his eyes get big. It didn't take long, and I saw the bulge in his jeans that told me his cock had recovered.
The more I pushed my body toward his face, the more animated Mike became as he leaned toward me, wanting me. Then, with his erection back to full strength, he grabbed and pulled my thong down, and after I stepped out of it, he pulled me down and bent me over his lap. He positioned me with my rear over his right leg, while my breasts were suspended outside his left leg. In a perfect OTK spanking position, he swatted me with his right hand while his left hand reached under me and found my breasts. He pinched my nipples and pulled on them, and I shivered with the sudden arousal all of that caused. But the real turn-on came as he spanked me. I had never had an OKT spanking quite like what Mike did.
His spanking was part impact and part fingering. He spread my legs and exposed my pussy, and then after every few swats to my cheeks, his fingers found my wet cunt and caressed it. He traced up and down my slit and rubbed my clit. It blended the playful pain of the spanking with the arousal of being fingered, while he also pulled on my nipples. And it seemed the more excited I got, the more I squirmed and moaned, the more fired up he got; I was happy to go along.
Mike continued to spank me and play with my slit, my clit, and my nipples until I was so turned on I didn't know if I could deny my orgasm much longer. I squirmed on his legs and tried to close mine, though he made sure that I couldn't. Then, during one intense clit play between spankings, I came so hard I could not believe it. I screamed in ecstasy and gushed my pussy juices all over his hand, and he stopped fingering me. He had me stand, then he got up and bent me over with my elbows and head on the sofa while he stood behind me. Mike pushed my legs apart and slapped upward at my pussy with his erection, smacking my swollen and so-sensitive clit. Then he rubbed his cock around my pussy hole before he pressed into me.
He pushed slowly in, pulled back, then pushed in again. He repeated this over and over, pushing deeper with each thrust until he was up to the hilt. His cock was bumping my cervix with each deep push, and I felt so full, and so turned on. Every thrust made me gasp and moan, and I started to squirm with arousal. He grabbed my hips to make me stay still as he sped up, thrusting deeply with every cycle and making me moan louder. Soon I felt my orgasm coming, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Just then Mike seemed to tense up, groaned, and spasmed as he came in me. He squirted his load in high-pressure spurts that pushed me over the edge. As he unloaded in me, I came with intense squirts of my own juices, flooding his cock and dripping to the floor. Neither of us worried about that as we came, my orgasm lasting longer than ever.
When he finished, and as my orgasm wound down, he pulled out and gave my rear a playful spank. With his cock removed, his jism and my juices dripped from my cunt to the floor, we both realized we'd made a fine mess. I gradually relaxed as my orgasm faded, and we both stood, grabbed towels, and cleaned ourselves. Then he wet a small towel and mopped up the spilled sex juices from the carpet as best he could. (Maybe that sort of thing is why they say don't go barefoot in a hotel room...)
Anyway, we got dressed and said our goodnights, and made plans to meet for dinner the next evening. I returned to my room, got ready for bed, and slept well, falling asleep to thoughts of another round of good sex the next evening.
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The next day we both went to our jobs, and back at the hotel after work we got ready in our separate rooms before meeting in the hotel restaurant for dinner. I wore a fairly conservative dress, while he wore his usual jeans and shirt. Dinner was good, with another steak for him and a pasta dish for me. After dinner, we talked about spending the evening together again, but this time we headed to my room. Mike carried a small bag with him, which he said contained some special things for tonight's fun.
Once in my room, we kissed and sipped the drinks we got to go at the hotel bar. After sitting and talking about our day, we finished our drinks as my pussy got wetter in anticipation of the evening, and wondering what he would do with the special things he brought with him. When we were done, he escorted me toward the bed, stopped, and began to undo the buttons on my dress. Soon he had my dress off, and he admired my topless body for a moment before pulling my thong down and off. Then he helped the naked me to lie on my back on the bed over a towel he had placed there.
While I lay there, Mike opened the bag he'd brought. Soon he took out a collapsible spreader bar, and clicked the pieces together until it was about three feet long. He laid it by my feet and attached its lashes to my ankles, opening me up completely. I was very aroused by what he did; being spread wide and totally exposed was so hot.
Next he took out a rope, moved my hands above my head, and brought the rope to my wrists. He tied the rope such that my hands were tied together above my head, and then he tied the end of the rope to the bedframe. My arousal and wetness increased as Mike brought out a blindfold, which he placed over my eyes and secured behind my head.
I was at his total mercy, with my senses more acute than ever without my sight. I was so turned on by the situation that it was incredible; being naked, spread, and helpless is such a powerful aphrodisiac. As I awaited his next move, I imagined being fucked like this, and it created such an erotic desire in me that an unplanned squeezing of my pelvic muscles sent a lot of my juices onto the towel.
But instead of fucking me, he knelt between my legs and bent down, and I felt him blow on my wet pussy. Then he dove in, licking and sucking on my exposed snatch, causing me to squirm in delight, moaning with happiness. My pleasure was great already, but when he began to lick my clit, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it, I was in heaven. Being sightless, my other senses, like hearing and touch, were increased, and Mike was making the most of that as he slurped and sucked on my cunt. The sensitivity and pleasure were beyond anything I'd felt before!
My arousal was already high enough for me to cum, and I almost did, but then he stopped. I felt the bed move and heard Mike stand, then he unzipped his jeans. Soon, other noises told me he was taking his jeans and briefs off. When he returned to the bed, I knew his cock was out, and I was so wanting him to fuck me. I craved his dick in me, pushing deep, impaling me, and I soon got my wish.
He wiggled on the bed to get in the right position, and then pressed his dick against my pussy. Before pushing in, though, he smacked my cunt a few times, especially on my clit. I jumped at the surprise and the intense arousal that it caused, loving how it made me feel, so turned on, so ready to be fucked. And then he pressed into me. This would always have felt good, but being helpless and blind made it feel all the more intense, like a new kind of sexual experience. I swooned in pleasure, my entire body feeling his cock in me, deep, filling.
Mike fucked me as he had the last evening, slow and deliberate. He again pulled almost out before pushing in again, over and over, driving a little deeper each time. Once he was in to the hilt and could go no further, he started a rhythmic thrusting, slow and steady. I could not stand how much it turned me on, and I craved more while wanting to cum so badly. Both desires came to pass, and I came hard right away, my juices flowing as never before. He kept fucking me, faster and harder, and my orgasm did not end, but melted into another. I squirmed in delight and moaned loudly, bucking my hips and cunt up to force him deeper into me.
He simply continued to fuck me, harder still, and I continued to orgasm and flood his cock with my juices. We fucked for another minute, and then he tensed, groaned, and jerked. His spasms were strong, and he squirted his spunk into me in voluminous ropes. I felt the heat, and I came even stronger, and squirted for the first time. In a minute, Mike was done and collapsed onto me. His weight made it impossible for me to raise up, and my spasms soon ended; like him, I was completely exhausted.
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After a minute, we were mostly breathing as usual, so he pulled out and got off me, removed the blindfold, and untied my hands. Then he detached the spreader bar and helped me up. We each cleaned with a towel and got dressed. I told Mike I loved the way he made me feel helpless, yet so alive with desire, and how he satisfied me like no one ever had. He liked hearing that!
He wished me well, kissed me goodbye, and left my room. I never got his last name, didn't know if he was married or not, and frankly I didn't care. It was the best sex I'd had in, well, almost ever, and I enjoyed him regardless of his situation.
My only regret was that I never saw Mike again. But I would always have the memory of those two evenings to fuel my solo sessions until something that exciting came along again, if it ever would.
