His name was Ron. We entered his hotel and stopped at the bar. We took a secluded booth in the back and ordered a drink. Ron, one of my husband’s most important clients, was very charming. My husband asked me to entertain him, which meant a night of sex.

By the end of our second drink, Ron suggested we have a drink in his room. I readily agreed. He paid the bill and ushered me off to his suite. We entered his suite and stepped into a large main room with floor-to-ceiling windows that faced the ocean. I looked to the right and saw a doorway to the bedroom.

A desk with two chairs stood next to the window. I walked to the window to look at the ocean as Ron went over to the bar. When I looked back over my shoulder, I saw that he had taken off his jacket and tie and was holding two bottles in his hands.

“What’s your poison, cold vodka, or JD?” Ron asked.

“Let’s go with JD. I’m in the mood for whiskey,” I replied with a smile.

“JD it is!” Ron said as he poured two glasses full. He went over to the table and motioned for me to sit in one chair while he sat in the other. He lifted his glass in a toast. “To the night ahead!” he said.

I clicked my glass to his and said, “And I hope for a long night!”

Ron took a long sip of his whiskey and said, “Why don’t you stand up and take your clothes off."

I didn’t exactly expect it to begin that way, and it threw me off long enough for him to repeat a little more forcefully, “Stand up and take off your clothes!”

The first time sounded like a sweet request, but the second time gave me my first glimpse of his dominant Alpha-male persona. Suddenly I was feeling somewhat submissive, and I liked the way it felt with him in the room. I stood up and reached behind my back to pull the zipper of my dress down. I slipped the dress off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor around my ankles. I stood there, naked except for my heels.

A smile curled his lips. I felt sexy standing in front of him. His eyes made me feel so naked. I was excited; my nipples turned hard and began to tingle, and my pussy, already moist, turned wetter.

“Very nice,” Ron said before ordering me to join him.

I stepped out of my dress and moved closer to Ron. It felt sexy standing next to him naked down to my heels, while he was still dressed. He held his whiskey in one hand as he reached up with his free hand and cupped my breast. His fingers felt electric, and I flinched. He ignored it and rubbed a finger across my nipple. I flinched again, but this time with a soft moan.

“You like that, Rhonda, don’t you? Do you like me playing with your nipples?” Ron asked as he took my nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled my elongated teat.

I groaned in pleasure and sighed, “Yes.”

He put down his drink and took my other breast in that hand. He caressed and massaged my fleshy globes before focusing solely on my nipples. He knew how to work my nipples, making them buzz with desire for his talented fingers. He moved one hand down my belly to my pussy and rubbed his finger in my cropped bush. He brought his hand up to his face to sniff and lick his fingers.

“You’re wet already, Rhonda. Yeah, I think you’re going to enjoy this. I know I am,” Ron said, and took me in his arms.

I looked up at him as he leaned down to kiss me. He covered my lips with his, and soon our tongues began to explore each other’s mouths. His hands slid down over the curves of my naked ass, then he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and caressed and kneaded my bare flesh. I squeezed him tightly, crushing my naked breasts against his hard, chiseled chest, and I felt the bulge in his pants press against my abdomen.

Our kisses grew more passionate as Ron’s hands roamed all over my body. I shivered when he ran his fingers up and down the crevice of my ass, coming dangerously close to my puckered anus. He slid his hand around my hip, stroking the firm flesh before rubbing his fingers up and down my juicy slit. We broke our kiss for a second, as I groaned aloud in pleasure.

We kissed again, and again our tongues sought each other out. Ron used his fingers to trace the folds of my pussy. My legs trembled, and my heart felt like it skipped a beat as he creased my slit with his middle finger, spreading the lips, before slowly slipping his finger inside me. He held his finger still inside my pussy for a few seconds before slowly drawing it out. Then he added his index finger to his middle finger and slid them both inside my cunt. Then he added a third finger. The three together felt as thick as a cock.

In and out, twisting and curling, his fingers indulged my pussy, each time a little quicker, a little deeper. My pussy, wet already, became soaked and my breathing labored as I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm begin to build. Ron buried all three fingers deep inside my hot cunt and laid the palm of his hand against my clit. The muscular walls of my pussy gripped his fingers as I began pushing my hips against his hand, trying to achieve the maximum pleasure.

My body was reaching its peak when Ron slid his fingers out of me and pulled his hand away from my pussy. I looked at him in distress and disbelief. I flexed my hips towards him, trying to maintain contact with his nimble fingers, trying to achieve the release that I desperately needed. Ron raised his hand to his face and slipped his fingers into his mouth, one at a time.

“Mmm,” he moaned after he licked his fingers clean. He treated my pussy like a fine delicacy. His moan alone made me feel delicious.

Ron turned and walked toward the bedroom. He stopped just inside the bedroom door and turned back to me. “Are you coming?” he asked while kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt.

My legs were still trembling, and I almost stumbled. I kicked off my 5-inch heels and followed Ron into the bedroom. He had taken off his shirt and tossed it in the closet. I walked over and stood at the foot of the bed.

When Ron turned around, I saw I was correct in my earlier appraisal; he had a well-toned chest, well-defined arms, and hard abs. He was a “9” on my eye-candy scale.

He walked over to me, put his hands on my slender shoulders, and pushed me down on the bed. I fell back, sitting on the edge of the bed, propped up on my elbows. Ron lowered to the floor and knelt between my legs. My heart rate rose when he kissed my inner thighs and worked his way to my pussy. When he reached my special spot, I fell back on the bed, savoring every kiss, lick, and touch.

He used his tongue, lips, and fingers to bring me to the threshold of a powerful orgasm, only to stop again. I pushed myself up and looked down at him in confusion and frustration, but he just smiled, waited for a short time, and started kissing and licking me again. He worked me up once again, so close to a climax that I was teetering on the edge, but only to stop, leaving me in a panting and quivering frenzy.

“Why are you teasing me like this?” I asked.

“Because I want you hot, wet, and ready for what comes next,” he replied.

Ron stood up and began unbuckling his belt. I pushed myself up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed to watch. When he dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, his dick popped out and bobbed up and down. My eyes grew wide when I saw it. Still semi-hard, it was big, impressively big, with a sizeable set of low-hanging balls. I sat there mesmerized, staring at the impressive tool. Between the size and sculpture, I gave it a mouth-watering “10” on my eye-candy scale.

“Alright, Rhonda, it’s your turn. Suck my dick. Show me what a good cocksucker you are,” Ron commanded.

He didn’t have to say it twice. I leaned forward to reach out and take his cock in my hand. His shaft was thick, and my long, slender fingers could barely fit completely around it. I stroked my hand up and down his cock as I brought him close to my mouth. My tongue slipped out from between my lips and went into action, swirling around the head, then licking the length of his long, veiny shaft down one side and up the other.

His cock grew longer, thicker, and harder. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and took him in my mouth. I began bobbing my head back and forth. I tickled the frenulum with the tip of my tongue. I reached out and caressed and weighed his heavy balls in my hand. Ron moaned as he pushed my hair away from my face so he could watch me doing my thing.

“Oh, yeah…that’s right, show me how much you love my cock,” Ron moaned.

I took Ron’s hard, throbbing member out of my mouth, pushed it up against his belly, and licked the underside of the shaft from the head to his big fleshy balls. Ron groaned as I sucked each testicle into my mouth and swabbed it with my tongue. He cried out in pleasure as I took my time making sweet love to his balls.

I went back to stroking and licked the length of his cock. Pre-cum oozed from his cock. I swiped it with my tongue, enjoying the sweet taste of his seed. More fluid leaked from his cock. I rubbed the slick, delicious liquid all over the head before taking it in my mouth. Inch by inch, I slid about half of his cock into my mouth.

I took his cock to the back of my mouth, but because of its girth, I struggled to take it down my throat. My eyes teared up, and I started to gag. He pulled back and slowly flexed his hips back and forth, stroking his cock in and out, fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. I began moaning around his cock, allowing him to use my mouth for his pleasure.

Over and over, he fucked my mouth until his legs began to tremble. He quickly pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed me away. I fell back against the bed, and Ron dropped to his knees between my legs. Once again, he kissed, licked, sucked, and fingered my pussy until I was panting and moaning, on the verge of a massive orgasm that I had yet to achieve.

I was desperate for release and grabbed his head, trying to keep his mouth on my pussy, but Ron was too strong. He pulled his head away, climbed onto the bed, and knelt between my legs. He lined the head of his cock with my pussy, rubbed it up and down my slit a few times, and then slapped it against my clit a few times. He was driving me crazy. I wanted to come! I needed to come!

Ron put the head of his dick between the lips of my pussy and pushed. The head sank through my introitus and lodged just inside. I took a deep breath and arched my hips a little as he slowly pressed his hips forward. Inch after inch, his cock slowly slid into my tight, wet pussy. I could feel every inch, every vein, bump, and ridge on that fat shaft as it slowly burrowed into me. When I reached down to caress his balls, I was surprised that he was only halfway inside me.

I let out a screech when he pushed deeper, filling me with the rest of his cock, driving his pubic bone against my clit, sending me over the edge. My screech turned into a deep moan of pleasure when I felt my release. My body shook and quivered as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me.

My massive orgasm didn’t stop Ron. He held himself still, his cock, buried deep in my pussy as I came, but as soon as my orgasm waned, he started grinding his hips, setting me off again with another toe-curling orgasm that rocked my body. I collapsed on the bed with Ron’s cock still hard and buried in my pussy.

He pulled back a little, lifting my legs so the backs of my ankles rested on his shoulders. He leaned in, pinning me to the bed. He started slow, sliding his cock in and out of me, gradually picking up speed until he was soon hammering my pussy at a furious pace. My hair was all over the place, my heart was pounding a hundred miles a minute, my lungs were burning, my chest was heaving, and we both were now swimming in sweat.

He fucked me through several intense orgasms before growling that he was going to come. Then he surprised me by pulling out of me and moving up on the bed so that he straddled my body with his cock near my face.

“Open your mouth,” Ron commanded.

I opened my mouth, and Ron slid his cock between my lips. I could taste myself and his pre-cum on his long, thick pole, as it slid between my tongue and palate. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth a few times before he pulled it out and began stroking it. He roared that he was coming!

I watched his pearly-white semen spurt from the end of his cock and hit my upper lip and cheek. I opened my mouth wider, and his aim improved. The next three delicious spurts landed in my mouth and on my lips. His load was massive, and I didn’t want any to go to waste, so I took his cock back in my mouth and sucked really hard on it until I had drained his cock dry.

Both of us fell back onto the bed, gasping for breath, our naked bodies glistening in our combined sweat. I fell flat on my back as Ron dropped down next to me. He slipped his arm between me and the mattress. When he rolled onto his side, our bodies touched, and his still-hard dick landed on my hip.

“Oh, my god, he’s not done,” I thought to myself. “Thank god, neither am I!”

Ron reached for my face and scooped up some of his cum that landed on my cheek with his finger. He brought his finger to my mouth, and I smiled and licked it clean. He scooped up the rest of the cum from my cheek and chin and held his finger over my mouth. I watched the rope of cum slowly dribble off the point of his finger onto my tongue. I let it gather on my tongue before swallowing the tasty treat. I do love the taste of semen, and further proved it by sucking his finger clean.

Ron surprised me when he leaned over and began kissing me right after he pulled his finger from my mouth. He rubbed a hand across my thigh and gently caressed me. His kiss grew more passionate, and I responded in kind.

Our hands explored each other’s bodies as we kissed. I loved the feel of his strong hand caressing my hip, squeezing my tits, and tweaking my sensitive nipples. I loved even more the way his big cock felt in my hand as I stroked it.

Ron broke our kiss and worked his way down my body, kissing my neck, breasts, belly, and abdomen. When he reached my pussy, he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I ended up lying on top of Ron with my thighs straddling his face and his crotch under my face, the classic “69” position.

My hair had fallen over my face, and I quickly brushed it aside, grabbed his erection, and wrapped my lips around it. I sucked slowly and sensually, bobbing my head up and down. Ron ate and fingered my pussy until I experienced another intense orgasm, but before I could get him to come, he pushed me off his body.

He got up from the bed and told me to kneel on the bed. I got on all fours, with my knees on the edge and my feet hanging off the bed. Ron pushed my head down on the bed, causing my ass to rise, further accentuating the curve of my ass.

“You have a fine-looking ass, Rhonda,” Ron said as he stood behind me, caressing and fondling the cheeks of my ass.

I looked back at him over my shoulder, smiled, and wiggled my ass. Ron smiled back, took hold of his cock, and rubbed it between my legs. I moaned in response as the head of his stiff member separated the lips of my pussy, and he easily slid into my drooling cunt.

Rob grabbed my hips and slowly flexed his hips back and forth, sliding his hot bone in and out of my juicy canal. I slipped my hand underneath me and rubbed my clit. I climax with more intensity when I have direct contact with my clitoris.

Ron picked up the pace and his hips banged against my ass, causing my body to rock back and forth. It also caused my clit to rub back and forth against my hand. It was the touch I needed to send me rocketing over the edge. Ron buried his cock deep within my pussy as my orgasm rose from deep within me. I quivered and shook, moaning aloud with delight as another intense climax followed and quickly spread across my body from head to toe.

Ron, with his masterful skills of repositioning me, pulled his cock out of my pussy and rolled me onto my back so that my ass was on the edge of the bed. He slipped his arms behind my knees and held my legs up. I giggled as he stood at the side of the bed, staring down at me, with a roguish smile on his face.

“You amaze me, how easily and how often you orgasm. A lot of women have one or two orgasms, and they’re done, but not you. I’m going to make you come a dozen more times. Would you like that?” he asked.

“Yes…please fuck me more. I love the way you fuck me,” I begged.

Ron slid his cock across the top of my pussy. “Say it again,” he said.

“Please, Ron, I need your cock inside me. Come on, fuck me…please!”

“Come on, then, take it and put it inside you. Fuck yourself with my big cock,” Ron commanded.

I took hold of his fat rod and stroked my hand up and down its length. It felt even better than before. I used my other hand to spread my pussy, and rubbed the bulbous head up and down my slit. We both groaned in pleasure. I lined the head of his cock with my gaping hole. He flexed his hips, and the head popped inside me. Then he slowly slid his entire length into my pussy.

Again, I groaned as I felt every bump, ridge, and vein of his long, fat pole as it stretched my caressing cunt. Ron let my legs down, leaned over me, and braced his hands on the bed, next to my shoulders. I wrapped my legs around him, locked my ankles together, and pulled him tighter against my body. He kept his cock buried inside me and began grinding his hips against me. He fucked me until I had another intense orgasm, and then had me change positions again.

He lay on his back and had me climb on top and ride in his saddle. Fucking in this position allowed me to control my movements and achieve the maximum amount of pleasure. I balanced myself with my hands on his chest and was able to force Ron’s cock deep into my pussy, and grind my clit against his pubic mound. It didn’t take long for me to come, and not just once. I ground through several toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasms before Ron groaned, stiffened, and fired a massive load into my pussy. I collapsed on top of him, panting and gasping for breath.

We lay together for a while, pillow talking and caressing each other’s bodies until we got horny again. We moved from the bedroom into the main room and used the couch and chairs to explore several new positions. Ron’s earlier orgasms had dulled his sensitivity, and he was able to fuck me through several intense orgasms before he filled me with another load of hot cum.

It happened again about an hour later. We were back on the bed, lying together, talking, caressing, and kissing. Our kissing grew more passionate, and soon we were fucking again. Ron seemed to know sexual positions that I had never heard of. He said he had studied Kama Sutra on a business trip to India, and we tried several positions before he shot another hot load deep inside my pussy. We were both totally spent after that and fell asleep in each other’s arms until the first rays of the rising sun leaked past a partially closed curtain.

“I really should be going. I have to get home to my husband,” I said as I slipped out of bed. Ron was too sleepy to respond.

I walked over to a full-length mirror on the wall and stared at my naked body. My lipstick was gone, makeup was a mess, my hair was disheveled, my hair, face, and body were covered with drying cum, my pussy lips were red, swollen, and also covered with cum. I was definitely the picture of a well-used woman. I cleaned up the best I could.

Ron was still in bed after I got dressed. I told him that he didn’t have to get up and I’d show myself out. I went to the door in my 5-inch heels, but my legs were weak and wobbly, so I took them off and walked barefoot through the lobby and out to the valet section just outside the lobby doors. I felt a thrill as I noticed the young valet checking me out. I’m sure he noticed my disheveled, just fucked look.

The valet parked my car and handed me the keys. “This was better than a wet dream,” I laughed and said to myself on my drive home. I called my husband from my car and told him the night was a success, and that I would fill him in on all the details when I got home. He said he’d have a fresh pot of coffee waiting.

End of story.