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This is a story of good old fashioned American
consentual sex.  It is intended for the private
enjoyment of our audience.  Any further distribution
of the descriptions and accounts of this story without
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actual people and events is purely coincidental.  No
animals were harmed in writting this story. 
Constructive criticism is welcome.  Flames are not.  

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The annual sales conference was held every January.  
Over a thousand healthy young men  and women from all
over the country were cooped up in a large hotel in a
strange city for three days, listening to product
presentations and motivational speeches from
management.   Opportunities for both sexes abounded. 
	Peter had his eye on Abby since last year's
conference, when she won a vice president's award.  
She was pretty and energetic, and  successful at
convincing customers to try the company's products.  
She was meeting her sales objectives every year, and
would be promoted soon.  As the one of the Directors
of Sales Operations, Peter would have a say in when
she received her promotion.  He felt she would not be
beyond a quick hook up if she believed it would help
her career.  
	He walked up to her as she was chatting with some
friends.    He said, "Abby, may I have  a word with
you, in private?"
	"Of course, Peter,"  she said smiling.  She was
flattered.  She and some of the women considered him a
hunk, an opinion which Peter himself shared.
	When they were together in a corner, he said, "Abby,
I wonder if you would do me the favor of having dinner
with me tonight?"
	"But aren't you going to the awards dinner?"
	"I go every year.  I'd rather have dinner with you."
	She replied coyly, "What happens if I refuse?"
	"Nothing.   Sex harassment is strictly against
company policy,  which I enforce."
	"And what happens if I accept?"
	"We'll see.  You are due for a promotion soon.  I
just want to get to know you better."
	"I want to get to know you better, too.  I'd be glad
to join you."
	They made a date for seven-thirty that evening.
	When her friends saw what she was doing,  they were
envious but they gave her a thumbs-up and said, "You
go, girl."
	She knew that even thought he was married, he had a
reputation of being a lady's man and stud.   She could
find out if that was true.  
	Abby changed  into a short skirt and sheer panty
hose.  She was not busty, but her tight blouse
highlighted her cleavage.  She wanted to look sexy,
but not slutty.  Abby felt she could express her
sexuality anywhere, in any way, at any time, and with
anybody that she chose.  They had dinner at small
restaurant away from the hotel.  During dinner, they
talked about the company and sales.  They also flirted
shamelessly. 
	After dinner, he said, "Would you care to join me for
a night-cap in my suite?   It has a well stocked
mini-bar."
	"Yes, for a while.  But first I have to use the
bathroom."
	In the stall, after she urinated, she wiped herself
with a moistened towelette.   She sprayed her pussy
with some cologne.   Then she made a call on her cell
phone.  When there was no answer on the cell she was
trying to call, she called a room in the hotel and
left a message.
	"Bill, it's Abby.  I won't be able to keep our date
tonight.   I met someone.  I am a bit surprised you
are not there.  Hopefully, you got lucky and met
someone nice.   See you soon.  Bye."
	She met Bill during sales training.  They had a
standing  relationship to share a bed at sales
conferences,  provided neither met someone else.  They
were good for sex, even though the relationship did
not go beyond that.   Abby was generally more
successful at pick-ups and one night stands than Bill.
   If Abby hooked up with someone, she felt she had to
go down on Bill, just so he would not feel bad.
	She did not realize that someone else was going down
on Bill's prick, but she was not nice.   Lynn was vice
president of sales,  so even Peter reported to her.  
	 Prior to joining the company,  Bill was something of
a nerd.   But success at the company increased his
self confidence.    He had some semi-serious
relationships,  but  except for his relation with
Abby, he normally he did not like casual sex.  He felt
that a brief hook up left the woman vulnerable to
exploitation.   But there was no way that he could
exploit a vice president fifteen years older and
several notches up on the executive ladder.   He never
considered that Abby or Lynn were exploiting him.
	Lynn had hostessed an awards dinner for all sales
associates who had outstanding years.   Because she
had won the previous year,  Abby was not eligible.  
Of the thirty winners,  15 were women, and of the men,
several were African American,  Asian American  or
gay.   Lynn had no difficulty working with such people
as colleagues, but they did not fit the requirements
for the intimate encounter she had in mind.   She had
divorced her husband several years ago.   She did not
have the time or energy for a new romantic
relationship, but she enjoyed sex as much as the next
woman.   She had a brief affair with Peter several
years ago, but that ended out of concern for his wife
and the complications affecting  their working
relationship. 
	Of the eligible men receiving an award,  Bill was by
far the handsomest.  She noticed he was quiet, and
therefore likely to be discreet. 
	After the dinner, Lynn called to him, "Bill, may I
talk to you?"
	"Of course, Lynn."
	"I'd like to buy you a drink."
	They found a dark corner in the hotel bar.  Lynn
gently questioned Bill about where he lived and his
friends.   She was relieved that he was not currently
in a relationship.   She did not want to interfere
with her employee's domestic arrangements.  She asked
about relationships within the company.   Bill allowed
that he had had such relationships, without
implicating Abby directly.  
	She asked, "How do you feel about sex with people at
different levels in the company?  They say power is
the ultimate aphrodisiac."
	" I don't know.  I've never done that.   I don't have
any power.  I've always had to rely on my charm and
good looks."
	"I can see that."  
	He felt flattered, but he had no idea what she was up
to.  
	Finally, she said, "There is something I want to tell
you, but it's personal, so you  have to promise to
keep it confidential."
	"Of course, Lynn.  What ever you say."
	"Come with me."
	She lead him to her suite in the hotel.   
	She said, "Have a seat here, while I change into
something more comfortable."     
	She went into the bedroom of  the suite.  He played
with the TV for a few minutes.   She emerged from the
bedroom,  she was just wearing a sheer negligee.   She
not had sex in over a month,  and was very horney.  
	"Wow,  you certainly have changed," he exclaimed.
	She stood with her hands on her hips, thrusting them
forward.  
	"Do I frighten you?"  she asked.
	"Oh no.  Just the opposite."  He felt a stirring in
his crotch.
	"Do I excite you?"
	"Oh yeah."   He looked over her body, admiring it. 
Her large breasts sagged slightly, but she had kept
herself in shape.   She had changed from a no-nonsense
professional to a passionate woman.   Bill had a hard
time recognizing her as the vice president.  Instead,
he just saw a lusty body that he had to have.  
	"Let's see you excited you are."   She knelt in front
of him and unzipped his fly.  He let her pull down his
slacks and shorts.   She fondled his prick carefully. 
 It grew slowly in her hands, eventually even
exceeding her expectations.   
	"I want to get you hard as a base ball bat,"  She
cooed.   She took him in her mouth,  bobbing on him
slowly.   He leaned back, letting her do her thing. 
She licked him all around, and then took him in her
mouth again.    
	"This feels terrific, " he whispered.
	She continued to move over him, until his prick was
like a stiff rod.  
	"I love going down on a great prick,  but don't cum
in my mouth, " she said, between slurps.
	"Be careful, or I will."
	"I've got a better place for that.  Take off the rest
of your clothes and lie on my king size  bed."
	He rapidly stripped, and lay on his back.
	"I did not bring a condom,"  he said.
	"Don't worry.  I had my tubes tied after my divorce. 
I'm probably too old to get pregnant anyway."
	She straddled him.  She rubbed her labia with his
prick.   She was already stimulated by the thought of 
a good old fashioned American fuck.  She eased herself
down on him, until her pussy encased him completely.  
He closed his eyes, to luxuriate in the feeling.  
	She used her hips to ride his rod.  He reached under
her negligee to grab her boobs.
	"Take this off, so I can feel you naked," he
suggested.
	She yanked off the gown.   He played with her breasts
while she rode him vigorously.  He then released her
breasts to squeeze her ass.   She was no longer a vice
president.   She was now a lust crazed woman.   
	"Slow down, I can't keep up."  he hissed.
	"You're going to have to.  I want it so bad,"  she
said, hoarsely.   
	She concentrated on the feelings in her pussy.   Her
pelvis was on fire.  She did not care who she was with
or what he was doing.     All she cared about was the
pleasure coursing through her body.   She  leaned back
as her orgasm sent shock waves through her pelvis.  
	Bill tried to delay until she was finished, but he
could not.  Instead, sparks flashed from his prick, as
he tried to thrust up into her.   He filled her pussy
with white hot love juice.  
	"I'm cumming!"  he exclaimed.
	"Yes.  Fill me up."  she squealed.  
	They gradually relaxed from their exertions.   She
climbed off him and lay next to him.  
	"I have to wipe myself off,"  she said, finally.
	She came back from the bathroom rubbing a towel
provocatively between her legs.   Even though she had
an orgasm, she still did not fell completely
fulfilled.  She got on the bed wiped his penis, also. 
 She lay next to him, hoping that her young stud still
had enough for another round.
	He decided to play with her tits.
	"That feels nice,"  she said, softly.
	After a few minutes, she sat up and grabbed his
prick.   She started to kiss and fondle it as if it
was a small dog.   She stroked it  softly,  sending a
growing itch.   He relaxed, letting his prick take
over.   It gradually  resumed its former size and
stiffness.   
	"Take me again.   I want you, "  she urged.
	He took his time complying.  Instead, he resumed
kissing her breasts, alternating from one to the
other.   He then inserted several fingers inside her
slit, causing her sigh softly.
	"Please, I want your big bone again,"  she was almost
begging.
	This time,  Bill honored her request.   She bent her
legs as he climbed on top and easily entered her well
lubricated pussy.  
	"Put your legs on my  back," he suggested.
	She thrust her legs in the air as high as she could. 
 She kept them there for a while as he worked inside
her.   She then let them rest on his back.   
	"That feels terrific,"  she said.
	He moved within her, varying his pace.  Because he
had just came, he knew he  could last for a while.  
	"Yes.  Yes.  Fuck me."  she insisted.
	He continued to pound  her soft pussy.   Her
breathing was short and rapid.  Her pleasure moans got
louder.  
	"Yes.  Fuck me hard.  Make me cum,"  she urged. 
	Her body convulsed with orgasmic pleasure, leaving
her screaming.   He did not relent.  Instead, he just
slowed down for a minute until she caught her breath,
and resumed his efforts. 
He had no trouble maintaining his pace.  
	"My God, you're making me cum again,"  she cried,
amazed.   This time he did not slow down.  He was
gratified that he could give her such intense orgasms.

	"You are too much! " she exclaimed.
	  His prick expanded even more,  until the pressure
was almost painful.
	"Please cum.  I can't take any more."  she urged,
again.
	He increased speed, until his hips went stacatto, 
vibrating into her.  His pressure cried for release.  

	"Are you ready for me?"  he asked.  He grunted with
each thrust. 
	Suddenly, the dam broke, sending torrents of cum into
her eager pussy.  He continued to thrust into her,
sending sparks of cum, even when he thought he was
done. 
	"Yes.    Do it.  Fill me."  she was almost crying. 
 	Feeling her pussy fill was enough to trigger a final
orgasm,  so strong that her abdomen ached. 
	"My God, My God,"  was all she could say.
	He held her close, as  he relaxed his body.  He
climbed off, enabling her to lower her legs.  They
held each other for several minutes, catching their
breath,  basking in the post orgasmic glow.  They
almost fell asleep.
	Finally, he got up.   "I have to use the bathroom," 
he said.
	When he returned, she had put on the negligee.
	"Do you want me to stay?"   he asked.
	"I don't think that would be good idea.  I have some
work to do before morning."
	Bill found his clothes and put them on.
	"Do you think we could do this some other time?"  he
asked.
	"I don't know.   You were a wonderful lover.  This
was really special.   We both had a fantastic time. 
Let's not spoil it." 
	"Yes. You're right, Lynn, as always." 
	When he was dressed, he kissed her.  
	"Thank you for a wonderful evening,"  she said.
	"Thank you, too."
	Bill left her and went to his room.   He played the
message from Abby, but did not reply. Instead, he took
a shower, and went to bed.  

	After  her call,  Abby rejoined Peter at their table.
  They took a cab back to the hotel, and he lead her
up to his suite.  It was on the same floor as Lynn's
suite,  but on the opposite side of the corridor.  
Later in the evening,  they could hear her orgasmic
screams, but they were more involved in their own
erotic excitement.
	When they arrived at the suite,  Peter suddenly
grabbed Abby and kissed her passionately.  
	"Wow, you don't waste any time."   she said.
	"This is your last chance to back out."  he replied.
	"Back out of what?"  she asked, smiling.
	He grabbed her again,  kissing her and fondling ass. 

	"Since we both know what we're here for,  why don't
you show me what you've got," he said, playfully.
	"Okay."
	She rapidly pulled off her blouse and lay her skirt
on the chair.  But she played with her bra,  first
lowering one cup, and then the other,  and then both, 
before she unhooked it completely.  
	He admired her taut sharp tits.   
	"Those look good enough to eat."  he remarked.  
	"Before I let you nibble, why don't you show me what
you've got."
	He rapidly stripped down to this briefs, with no
attempt to tease or play.   He sat down on the bed.
	He said, "Let me see those tits up close.   They look
like a pair of vanilla ice cream cones with chocolate
kisses on top.   I can't wait for a luscious lick."
	She moved up to him slowly,  with her hands under her
breasts.   She gave them to him.  She seized his face
to her chest, rubbing it against her body.   His licks
sent tingles across her body.  He held her by the
waist,  and then inserted a hand inside the panties to
rub her buns.
He tried to lower her panty-hose, but she pulled away.
	"I'll do that,"  she said.
	She pulled off the hose, leaving her in just her
bikini panties.    She flashed her bush at him, 
pulled up her panties, and lowered them again.   She
removed them and pranced around the room, totally
naked.  She lifted her legs to display her slit, 
letting him peer into her inner recesses.  
	"You are showing off like a little slut,"   he said.
	"I have my slutty side, when I want to be." 
	"Your pussy  looks good enough to eat too.  Your
mound is like an orange."
	"Then eat me."
	She swung a leg over his shoulder,  thrusting her
bush in his face.  He grabbed her ass and pulled her
toward him.   She balanced on one leg while he covered
her pussy with his tongue.
	"Lie down so I can do you right,"  he instructed.
	She lay on the bed,  with her legs wide open and
knees bent.    He had complete access to her.  He
started licking,  focusing on the bulge of her
clitoris.    She admired her cunt licking skills.  
	"Oh yes,  yes,"   she whispered.
	She had noticed on porno films, women always cried
yes, when stimulated properly.
	He continued to move his tongue and lips around her
labia and clitoris.   He was very proud of his ability
to get a woman excited.   He was sure she would return
the favor.
	"Yes,  Oh,  Oh, Yes."  she continued.
	She was clearly enjoying everything he was doing.  He
inserted several fingers into her slit,  and rubbed
vigorously.   It was enough to cause her to explode
violently, bucking up on his hand.   He had to work to
avoid being hurt.  
	"Oh my God, my cunt is boiling!"  she exclaimed. 
	His hand remained inside her pussy until she relaxed.
 He then crawled onto the bed beside her.
	She looked at him,  holding him tight.  
	"One good turn deserves another,"   she said.	
	She sat up and peeled down his shorts.   
	"If I'm an orange or an ice cream cone,  you're a
banana," she said.	
	She bent down to lick him.   Soon she was bobbing
over his prick,  letting her lips encircle his rod.		
	"Oh baby, you are a great cock-sucker,"  he said
moaning.
	She had no difficulty getting him hard.   She moved
on him for several minutes,  making him cry out for
more. 
	Suddenly she pulled off. 
	She said, "If we have a condom, we can put that thing
where it can do some good.   I have one in my purse if
necessary. " 
	"One is in my nightstand,"  he replied.
	She pulled it out and, with a practiced  flourish,
easily rolled it over his prick.   
	"I want to do you from the back,"  he said.	
	"Yes.   I like it that way.   I said, I have my
slutty side."
	She leaned on her forearms, at the head of the bed.  
He stood up and positioned himself behind her.  She
liked sex from the back, because it gave her more
control over the pace.  He placed his tool at her
entrance and easily pushed it in.  
	"That's the way I like it,"  she hissed.
	He reached around to grab her tits.  He squeezed them
 hard, pulling her too him.	
	"I like that on  my tits, too."  
	He used her breasts as handles to maintain her pace. 
 She rocked back to meet every thrust.   
	"Fuck me.  Fuck me."  she cried.
	"Are you my little slut?"
	"Yes, I am your little slut.  Fuck me hard.  Yes. 
Yes."
	He banged into her, slapping her ass with his pelvis.
  She was breathing rapidly.  Her cries of  "yes" 
degenerated into high pitched squeals of delight.  
Her body vibrated with a series of rapid orgasms.   He
continued to pound her, grunting with each thrust.  
He knew he was about to explode too.
	"Here it comes,"  he grunted.
	"I'm ready.  Yes, fill me up,"  she hissed.
	His cum rushed into the condom,  squeezing into its
folds and crevasses.   He prick was engulfed in
pleasure,  as he continued to squirt into it.   She
was also immersed in the pleasure of another powerful
orgasm, which rocked her entire body.  
	After he was finished, he pulled out rapidly.
	"I have to empty this condom before it leaks,"  he
said.
	When he came back from the bathroom, she was still
sitting up,  under the covers of the bed.
	He sat next to her, holding her	
	"That was wonderful,  but I don't know if you want me
to stay or not,"  she said.
	"Yes it was wonderful.   We can hold each other for a
few minutes, but I have some work to do before
tomorrow."
	He lay next to her,  holding her.    
	Then he said,  "You'd better go back to your room.  
I don't want to get used to a good thing."
	She knew that  was a line, but she appreciated it
anyway.   He had lived up to his reputation.  She got
dressed, letting him see everything.   She went over
to the bed.   She peeled back the covers,  and patted
his penis.
	"Don't I get a good by kiss?"  he said.
	"Yes."   She leaned over an kissed his penis good by.
  She then kissed him on the lips.   Then she left.
	She went downstairs to the hotel bar,  still wearing
a post orgasmic smile.  Some girl friends were still
there.
	"Were you with Peter?   How was it?"  they asked.
	"Everything it was cracked up to be."  
	Because it was the last day of the meeting,   Abby
and Bill did not have a chance to talk.
Several weeks latter,  he called her to discuss the
meeting.
	He asked, "Did you run off with Peter or with someone
else?"
	"Yes,"  she answered, coyly. 
	He knew it was Peter.  
	She added, "How come you were not in the room?  Were
you with a woman, too?"
	"Yes."
	"Is she from the company?  Another sales associate?"
	"Yes."
	"Who was it?"
	"Would you answer that kind of question?"
	"Maybe.  It depends on who it is.   Was she a
manager?"
	"I don't want to answer that."
	"I'll bet it was Mary Crandall, the manager from
Cincinnati."
	"No, it was not."
	"Well who then?"
	Bill said nothing.   She was sure it was Mary
Crandall.   Abby and Bill remained friends, but they
did not resume their casual physical relationship.  
Several months latter, each received a promotion. 
	
	



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