"The Club" by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) (M/F, rom)



She pulled over and parked the car in a spot 
conveniently located just a couple of doors down from 
"The Club".  He looked over at her and smiled.  "I 
guess this is the place, eh?" she asked him as they 
got out of the car.

He was in town on business, and had taken a chance 
that she might be able to meet him for a quick drink 
and maybe a snack sometime after she finished work.  
He had read a personal ad online that she had placed, 
and looked at her posted picture, and he was, quite 
frankly, intrigued.  The ad text had posed a challenge 
of being able to keep up with her in bed.  Her former 
lovers were "dried out husks of men" by the time she 
finished with them, she had written.  She was looking 
for open-minded, virile men, who would enjoy being 
with an imaginative, uninhibited woman.  NOT a one 
night stand, though.  Oh, and she wrote, she was 
voluptuously curvy, and wanted EVERY inch of her taken 
care of.  When he had read the ad, he found himself 
smiling as he imagined the smirk on the author's face.  
He clicked on the photo icon, and was stunned at her 
innocent loveliness.  Undeniably round cheeks, with a 
delicate flush on the fair skin, long curling brown 
hair, a pouty lower lip curved in a smile, and the 
eyes that hinted of mischief.  A VERY attractive 
woman.  She was NOT what he had envisioned from the ad 
at all!  He sent her an email on a whim, knowing that 
she might not answer at all.  It seemed that every 
female online was just looking to play around, and not 
actually meet anyone.  He typed a brief note, 
indicating his interest, his vitals, and that he might 
be doing business in her city for the next few months.  
He extended an invite for a no pressure drink, just to 
see what her reaction would be.

He was pleased to see an answer in his email box the 
following day.  He opened her response and was 
intrigued.  She was intelligent.  Her spelling was 
good.  Nice sentence structure.  A sense of humor 
wafted through the screen at him, punctuated by 
frequent emoticons of smileys and winks.  He dashed 
off an answer, indicating that he was willing to meet 
at her convenience, and telling her more about him.

A few more email exchanges, and the meeting was set.  
It wasn't until 10:30 pm, because she worked until 
late.  She had sent him a borderline hostile email 
when he had told her he didn't have a picture of 
himself, and he thought she was going to cancel.  But 
he heard nothing back.

He took a taxi to the restaurant they set to meet at, 
and waited.  At about 10:25, he saw her burst through 
the doors.  It wasn't a busy night, and he would have 
recognized that hair and those eyes anyway.  He 
smiled.  She was wearing a long floral dress that 
skimmed all of her curves, and she definitely had 
them.  The scoop neckline exposed at least half of the 
upper curves of her ample breasts, and then the fabric 
molded down her waist and flared out again over her 
hips.  She was indeed voluptuous, and his mouth 
watered at the thought of licking every inch of her.  
Still, he wanted to see how their conversation would 
go.

She sat down next to him, apparently unaware that it 
was him.  She smiled generically at him, and ordered a 
wine cooler from the bartender, who asked her for I.D.  
She chuckled and made a flippant remark about how the 
bartender was her favorite person in the whole wide 
world, but pulled out her wallet and showed it to him.  
The man glanced at the birth date, blinked a few times 
in disbelief, and got her the drink.  After thanking 
him, she took a long sip, settled back into her seat, 
and looked at the television above the bar.  

"They lost AGAIN, didn't they?" she asked in a 
disgusted tone of voice.

He glanced up at the screen and saw the highlights of 
the local hockey team being shown.  He wasn't a hockey 
fan, and since he wasn't from this city, he really 
couldn't have cared less.  Nonetheless, he figured 
that was as good a way as any to start conversation.  
So he smiled at her, and said something about he 
thought they had lost in overtime.

She laughed lightly.  "I'm not really a HUGE fan, but 
you can't live in this town and not follow hockey.  
Especially with the playoffs around the corner."

He smiled at her and introduced himself.

She looked taken aback, but recovered quickly and said 
the usual "nice to meet you" comments that are spoken 
thousands of times a day.  He sighed, thinking that 
this might turn out to be a dead end.  Meeting people 
off the Internet was NOT a good idea, he reminded 
himself.  It seemed to be common that the people who 
sounded most intriguing through a computer screen were 
dead bores when you talked to them "live".

He asked how her day at work had been, and she sighed 
and launched into a description of minutiae that 
probably should have bored him, but the animation in 
her voice and on her face kept him listening.  He even 
found himself chuckling at some small anecdotes that 
she told.  Her brown eyes sparkled as she described 
poking fun at a couple of employees and their 
responses back to her.  He made some suggestive remark 
about how it must be great to work under her, and he 
was delighted to note that she picked up on the 
subtext and giggled.  Not an annoyed giggle, like 
teenaged girls have, but a throaty giggle, the type 
which made the listener smile along with her.  And, he 
confessed to himself, wonder if he could make her 
laugh again.

He bought himself another beer, and offered her 
another wine cooler.  She smiled and he could have 
sworn she winked at him as she answered.  "Not 
tonight, thanks.  I'd like to keep all of my senses 
fully aware."  

There was a long pause, and she asked him, "You know, 
you look awfully young, how old are you, REALLY?"

He smiled at her, confident in his appearance.  He was 
a good-looking man, and he knew it.  The only thing 
that was a drawback was that he also knew he looked 
about 22.  "30.  For real.  Here, let me show you," 
and he pulled out his small wire-rimmed glasses and 
perched them on his nose.  "I don't need glasses, but 
I wear these so my clients take me seriously."

She squinted a little bit at him, with a very serious 
look on her face.  "Oh my yes, with those on, you look 
at least 25!" she commented and burst into that 
infectious laugh again.

He laughed a little bit with her, and then added his 
own statement of fact.  "Well, you certainly don't 
look 35."

"Face lift.  Works every time," she deadpanned with a 
sparkle of humor in her eyes.

He smiled and made a suggestive remark about how he 
would love to find out if her skin was really tight 
all over.  He almost dropped his beer when she shot 
back her response.

"So what are we waiting for?  Your place, or mine?"

They both looked at each other for a minute, and he 
knew he had a dumbstruck look on his face.  Not that 
he didn't want to take her up on her challenge, but he 
wasn't used to a woman being the first to suggest it.

She smiled a small smile and opened her mouth to add, 
"I know I said that I am not really into one-nighters.  
And I'm not.  But let me be honest here," and she 
leaned close to him to whisper into his ear.  "I have 
spent the last ten minutes wondering what it will feel 
like to have you up behind me, fucking me until I 
scream.  Or what it will be like to be on my knees 
before you, licking your cock like an ice cream cone."

He wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.  His 
cock was semi-hard already, just from hearing her 
words.  In the past half-hour, she had established 
herself as one of the most fascinating women he had 
ever met, and he couldn't wait to see if she was as 
insatiable as she had said in her ad.

"My place.  The company has me staying in the 
Edgeworth Club downtown.  Ever been there?" he asked.

"Nope.  I don't even know where it is.  You'll have to 
give me directions," she said as they got up off their 
bar stools and he left a tip for the bartender.

They walked over to her small, sporty car.  It looked 
like a car she would drive, he thought.  Sleek lines, 
a sunroof, a flirty teal color.  They climbed in, and 
away they went.

Conversation was at a minimum.  He wasn't sure what to 
say anymore.  He wanted her badly, and he knew that 
she wanted him, but he didn't want to blow it by 
saying anything she might think was stupid or too 
forward.  Although how he could say anything too 
forward after what she had said to him at the bar, he 
didn't really know.  Still, he confined himself to 
giving directions, and running his eyes over every 
inch of her face and body.

The Edgeworth Club was a members' only mostly-
gentleman's club in the posh business section of the 
city.  The marble stairs rose to an unassuming cherry-
wood door with only a gold plaque next to it, embedded 
in the wall, proclaiming this to be the entrance to 
its hallowed halls.

He knocked.  Since it was past midnight, the door was 
locked, and a doorman was required to admit guests.  
He gave a brief introduction of her to the doorman as 
his girlfriend and they walked down the hall.

She looked around, wide-eyed.  "It looks like the club 
in 'Trading Places'.  You know, the one that Dan 
Ackroyd belongs to before he gets booted onto the 
streets," she whispered as she peered into the 
darkness of one of the side rooms.

He smiled, holding her hand, as he pulled her into one 
of the libraries.  The entire main floor was deserted, 
it seemed, and he wanted to impress her.  The small 
walnut of the built-in bookshelves gleamed in the 
light of a single lamp, and the furniture was limited 
to a few round marble tables and some inviting high-
backed leather guest chairs.  Landscapes and portraits 
decorated the walls, and he wondered if there was a 
security camera system.  Then he just decided he 
didn't care.

"I can't wait anymore," he said to her as he pushed 
her up against one of the walls and bent his head to 
kiss her roughly.

She tasted vaguely of the drink she had at the bar, 
and the underlying scent of vanilla wafted into his 
nostrils.  He pressed his entire body against hers, 
feeling her breasts push against his chest.  His hands 
wrapped themselves through her long hair and he pulled 
on it.  He licked and nibbled and bit and sucked and 
kissed and did it over and over to every inch of her 
neck as she moaned and squirmed and told him how good 
it felt.

When he felt her hand slide down the front of his body 
and press against his confined cock, he pulled away.

They were both panting and breathing heavily, and he 
suggested that they take it upstairs to his room, 
before he got thrown out of the club.  

She acquiesced, and as he took her by the hand, she 
stopped suddenly and stood on tiptoe.  "Think you can 
keep up with me, big boy?" she huskily whispered as 
she flicked her tongue lightly around his ear.

He moaned at the sensation.  Or her words.  Or both.  
It didn't matter.  "I am going to make you beg me to 
stop, sweetness," he told her, as he leaned down for 
another kiss.

They made it to the elevator, and she squealed as she 
pointed at the large marble ashtray between the two 
elevator doors.  "Look, they even imprint their seal 
in the sand in the ashtray.  Can you imagine having 
that job?"

He was amazed.  All he could do was think about 
getting naked and fucking until they were both 
screaming, and here she was, commenting on ashtrays.  
It was a humbling thought.

They made it up to the room without further incident.  
She was intoxicating, but he was able to maintain some 
sense of decorum.  He would have liked to stop the 
elevator and taken her right there, but he knew that 
the club probably had security cameras in there, and 
he really didn't want his client to be embarrassed by 
his behavior.  

The room was large and dominated by the king-sized 
brass bed.  It also had a marble writing desk with his 
laptop on it, a brass-finished office chair, a cozy 
leather recliner in one corner, and a cherry armoire, 
which housed the television.

He glanced at the clock.  It was almost 1 am, and he 
had a presentation to give to the client at 10 am, and 
he hoped that he would be awake to make it a good one.  
But he was not about to let this woman walk out of 
here until he had his fill of her.  

He was amazed at the uninhibited way that she suddenly 
jumped onto the bed.  "Are you coming?" she asked him 
coyly as she patted the spot next to her.

He perched gingerly at the edge of the bed, reached 
out and ran his hand up her leg.  She wasn't wearing 
pantyhose or stockings, and he could feel her smooth 
and silky flesh.  Her skin was so soft that he wanted 
to caress her all over, and he told her so.  When he 
added the comment "And I can't wait to find out if you 
taste as good as you smell," he watched as she 
blushed.  She actually blushed!  The woman who 
brazenly told him in a bar that she was wondering what 
it would be like to fuck him actually blushed!  He was 
fascinated.

He pushed her long skirt up above her knees and began 
to kiss her ankles.  He slowly moved up her legs, 
trying to be fair to each one, licking and kissing her 
shapely calves.  He could vaguely hear her moaning, 
and he smiled.  He could feel his cock pushing 
insistently against his pants, but he ignored it.  He 
had meant it when he said that he wanted to hear her 
beg him to stop.

Her thighs were curved and smooth like a fine violin, 
soft without being doughy, and they cushioned him as 
he reached the spot between him that he desired so 
much.  He looked up at her, and she was lying on her 
back now, two or three pillows behind her head so that 
she could watch him, and enjoy the sight of him 
between her legs as well as the physical sensations 
that he was giving her.  Her face was prettily 
flushed, and her brown eyes seemed almost black with 
her arousal.  She bit her full lower lip as he reached 
one long finger out and lightly traced the gusset of 
her silky panties.  He leaned closer to the origin of 
the tantalizing aroma of heated pussy, and looked into 
her eyes as he slowly extended his tongue and briefly 
touched the wet spot that was further proof of her 
passion.  She whimpered and shifted her hips towards 
his face, as if trying to force him to press harder on 
her pleasure spot.  He smiled.  He loved driving women 
insane with lust, and he rarely came across one who 
seemed to get excited as quickly as this one.  He was 
planning on bringing her to orgasm after orgasm before 
satisfying his own needs.

He slowly took the flat of his tongue and carefully 
licked what was now the transparent stretch of fabric 
covering her pussy.  She tasted delicious, even 
through her panties, and he decided that he needed to 
be closer to the source.  He reached his hands around 
the backs of her thighs, propping them up against his 
biceps, and tugged on the satiny scrap of material 
separating him from what he craved so much.  She 
helped by rolling her ass up, allowing him to draw her 
panties down and off of her long legs.  She looked 
back down at him as he focused his gaze on her 
treasures.  With her thighs up on his shoulders and 
arms, he could see it all.  

She obviously trimmed her pussy.  The dark hair was 
short and seemed to provide a frame for the pinkness 
of her inner lips.  He took the fingers of one hand 
and pulled on the outer lips, noting how full they 
seemed to be.  That was a good sign, he thought.  He 
remembered reading somewhere that a woman with full 
pussy lips was full of passion.  As if he needed a 
book to tell him that about this particular female!  

As he tugged on her outer lips, the inner pussy lips 
seemed to part themselves for his gaze, and he could 
feel the incredible heat emanating from deep within 
her.  He looked up at her face again, and saw that she 
was looking down at him, eyes slitted with lust, and 
her tongue licking at her lips.  "Has anyone ever told 
you what a beautiful pussy you have?" he commented to 
her, amazed and pleased to hear how calm he sounded.  
He didn't want her to know that he was dying to bury 
his face in her and lick her until she was dry.  That 
wouldn't have been part of his plan.  She giggled a 
little bit, and her eyes slid away from his.  In fact, 
part of him wondered if she weren't blushing again, 
although the flush of passion on her face hid that 
fact from him.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she opened her eyes 
and looked down at him.

He took both of his hands, and pulled her thick pussy 
lips apart, exposing the pinkness of her most 
sensitive areas.  He once again deliberately and 
slowly extended his tongue.  He bent his head closer 
to her, and his blue eyes clung to hers as he once 
again took a slow lick of her pussy, but this time, 
directly on her flesh.  He dragged his tongue from 
just below her clit down over her slit, grazing her 
small hole there, and continued past it, to the 
sensitive area between her pussy and her ass, lightly 
tickling her brown rosette and stopped about two 
inches past it.  She was moaning now, but continued to 
look into his eyes, as he closed his mouth and savored 
the tastes that were her essence.  She tasted vaguely 
of soap, but that was overwhelmed by the proverbial 
scent of a woman.  He then extended his tongue and 
once again followed the path of her most intimate 
crevices, but in reverse this time, from her ass to 
just below her obviously engorged clitoris.  He felt 
her hips jerk down, as she tried to get him to touch 
her clit, but he just smiled and smacked his lips.

He decided it was time to tell her what he wanted from 
her, so he waited patiently, not touching her 
anywhere, except for his fingers, which still held her 
exposed to him.  She stopped rocking back and forth 
when there was no more friction on her pussy, and she 
opened her mouth to speak.

"Ah, ah, ah...." he admonished with a grin on his 
face.  "I think I am the one who is going to do the 
talking here."  He watched as her eyebrows drew 
together in confusion.  

"Huh?" she grunted in surprise.

He smiled again.  "I think it is time for me to tell 
you exactly what is going to happen here."  He was 
glad he had his arms wrapped around her thighs as he 
felt her jump and begin to tense up.  Her eyes had 
flown open wide, and she seemed to be a bit frightened 
now.

"Calm down, calm down," he reassured her, with a quick 
kiss on her soft inner thigh.  "I just want to prove 
to you that there is indeed a man who CAN keep up with 
you.  And you are lucky enough to have found him.  In 
fact, he is right here, between your legs.  I am going 
to eat you, baby, so thoroughly that you are going to 
beg me to stop.  I am going to lick up every drop of 
your delicious pussy juice, and savor every taste."  
He was enjoying this.  He was exciting himself by 
being crude, and he could tell by the way her thighs 
had relaxed against him that she was enjoying it too.  
"I am going to fuck you with my tongue, and I want to 
feel you come with my face buried in you.  I want to 
suck your clit until you can't stand it anymore and 
you squeeze these legs around my face to keep me there 
while you come over and over again.  And when you 
think you can't stand anymore, I am going to take my 
hard cock and fuck it deep inside your tight cunt so 
that I can explode deep inside you and feel your walls 
milk me as you come at the same time.  And then, when 
you think it is all over, I am going to roll you over, 
and I WILL take you from behind, just like the animals 
we both are, and fuck you so hard and so well that you 
are going to beg me to never stop."  He smiled up into 
her eyes again.  "Now... how does that sound?"  

He ended on a very matter-of-fact and almost casual 
tone, and he was thrilled as he watched her face 
during his little speech.  Her eyes had seemed to 
slant upwards at the outside edges as he spoke, giving 
her an almost feline look, and unless he was mistaken, 
that was indeed a purr that he heard coming from her 
parted lips.

"Hmmmm?" he asked as she refrained from answering him.

Finally, the purr stopped and she arched her back.  
She reached down to her ample breasts and pulled on 
her obviously erect nipples through the fabrics of the 
dress and her bra.  His mouth watered at the sight of 
them, thinking how large they must be if their aroused 
state was so apparent through the layers of clothing 
covering them from his eyes.

"Please... lick me?" she asked him, surprisingly 
quietly, he thought, considering her visible 
agitation.

He thrust his tongue out again, and tauntingly licked 
up one side of her lips and down the other.  "Like 
that?" he queried, knowing that it was not quite what 
she wanted.

"No," she moaned.  She inhaled deeply, and looked down 
at him as she teased her tits even more, slightly 
twisting the nipples now. 

He gazed into her eyes.  "Tell me..."

She inhaled again, and shut her eyes.  He was 
surprised that she seemed almost embarrassed, and he 
was about to take pity on her, when her eyes opened 
again.  She reached down with one hand and twined it 
through his thick hair.  "Lick my pussy.  Suck my 
clit.  Nibble on me.  Drink my juices down.  Tongue 
fuck my cunt.  Just make me COME!"  As she spoke, her 
vocal volume increased until her final plea was loud 
enough to make him wonder if there was anyone in the 
room next door.

That concern fled however, as he leaned down towards 
her heat and buried his face in her.  He couldn't get 
over how hot she was.  Hot and wet.  His tongue slid 
deep inside her, and he felt the walls of her pussy 
try to clamp down on its slipperiness.  His nose 
bumped against her clit, and he could hear her moaning 
increase in volume.  He worked into an in and out 
motion, and then sneakily took one of his hands off of 
her lips and began to rub that magic button back and 
forth while he fucked her.  He could feel his cheeks 
getting wet with her, and he loved it.  She tasted so 
wonderful, he thought he could lick it up all night, 
and smiled to himself when he realized that he could 
indeed do just that.  He glanced up at her face and 
saw that she had thrown her head back, and was almost 
violently tugging on her nipples to increase her 
excitement.  He swirled his tongue around inside of 
her narrow passage and he felt her tense up.  He 
quickly took her swollen clit between his thumb and 
forefinger, which was no small feat considering how 
slippery it was, and yanked on it fiercely.  

She came close to screaming and her whole body froze.  
Then, as he pulled his tongue out of her, and quickly 
buried it back inside, he felt her climax.  The walls 
of her cunt seemed to pull on his tongue, not wanting 
it to withdraw too quickly.  The concept of what her 
orgasm would feel around his cock flashed through his 
mind, and he felt his pre-cum dripping, with his 
manhood still confined in his pants.  He struggled not 
to climax himself, so while he was continuing his 
efforts with his lingual digit, he started to recite 
the alphabet backwards.

Ever so slowly, he felt her body relax, although there 
were still some aftershock contractions that surfaced 
from time to time.  Particularly, he noted, when he 
would scrape the upper wall of her cunt especially 
firmly.  He noted that for future reference.

When she had calmed down enough to look down at him, 
he pulled his face from her sopping trench and smiled 
at her.  "Good one?" he commented as he raised a 
single eyebrow at her.

"Jesus... that was an INCREDIBLE one...." she panted, 
still slightly out of breath.

"There's more where that came from, sweetheart," he 
told her as he looked down at her fiery pink slit and 
went back to the task at hand.

He closed his eyes and allowed his entire world to 
become her nether regions.  He caressed her inner lips 
with his tongue, up and down each side, and then 
sucked them into his mouth, nibbling and pulling on 
them.  He flicked his tongue over the narrow opening 
of her cunt, making small circles, but never dipping 
inside her.  He moved up to her clit, and circled 
that, over and over, only occasionally licking gently 
over the top of it, despite the movement of her hips 
that tried to get him to concentrate his efforts 
there.  He had another target in mind, and he took his 
hands and firmly pushed her thighs up, off of his 
shoulders, and zeroed in on the forbidden spot.

Her small rosebud was clenched tightly, and he licked 
over and over it, enjoying the squeals he could 
vaguely hear her making above him.  Her ass swayed 
back and forth and he wondered if she had this done to 
her before.  And then he stopped thinking about 
anything other than getting his tongue into that taboo 
passageway.  It was a difficult task, as every time he 
concentrated on circling her hole, she squirmed away 
from him.  However, as he did it over and over again, 
he noticed a small change in her reactions.  Instead 
of flinching away from his touch each time, he noticed 
that she started to push down on it, seemingly trying 
to get him to slither inside.  Her pucker relaxed as 
it grew accustomed to the feel of his tongue on it, 
and he decided it was time.

He placed his hands on her cheeks, and pulled them 
apart to expose his target even more, and then, as she 
grew silent, he licked back and forth quickly over her 
tightness.  With each flick of his tongue, he pressed 
harder and harder, and ever so slowly, he felt the 
ring of her flesh give way to the insistent pressure.  
Finally, he had worked the tip of his tongue inside 
her, and he listened to her groans and small moans of 
passion.  He began to repeat his previous actions, 
although instead of using her cunt as the channel to 
bring her pleasure, he used her ass.  He fucked her, 
in and out, over and over again.  Never thrusting too 
deeply.  No more than an inch or so, and sometimes 
less than that, to vary the sensations for her.  Her 
ass danced in rhythm with his thrusts, and he slowly 
began to pick up the tempo.  The juices of her pussy 
flowed fast and furious, and dripped down onto his 
face and flavored the experience even more for him.   
He used his thumb this time on her swollen clit, 
rubbing the pad of his digit over and over her nubbin 
of flesh.  He couldn't tell how long he kept it up, 
since time had lost all meaning for him by this point, 
but it seemed like forever and an instant at the same 
time, when he felt her freeze again.  He pushed his 
tongue deeper than before into her and also pressed 
her clit firmly back into her body.  He vaguely heard 
a scream as she came.  It felt like she was trying to 
pull his tongue out of his mouth, and he had to 
struggle to keep her from rocking back and forth too 
much.  His senses were overloaded again, as he drifted 
off into a fantasy where he had his cock buried in her 
ass and he struggled to control himself.

Finally, she relaxed, and he pulled his tongue out of 
her, licking his lips as he did so.  He thought 
briefly about what he should do next.  He wanted to 
suck her clit until she screamed again, and again, and 
again.  He wanted to have her suck his achingly hard 
cock until he came in a torrent down her throat.  He 
wanted to strip her clothes off, and fuck her tits, 
splattering them with an explosion of sperm when he 
couldn't stand it anymore.  But her voice interrupted 
his train of thought.

"Please," she panted, out of breath.  "Please.  No 
more."  She smiled down at him.  "I want to feel your 
cock inside me."  She breathed quickly as she half sat 
up.  "Please, let's get your clothes off.  I want you 
to fuck me.  Now."

Well, he told himself, there was no point in arguing 
with that.  His cock twitched as if in agreement, and 
he pulled himself up to his knees, simultaneously 
unbuttoning his shirt.  

She moved quickly too, pulling her long dress over her 
head, and undoing the front clasp of her bra.  As her 
titties were exposed to his stare, he unzipped his 
pants.  His cock practically exploded out of its 
confinement, pointing at her in its glorious arousal.

"Oh my God," she moaned, as she reached for him.  "Its 
so big!" she breathed in a tone of awe.

He chuckled, but knew that it WAS larger than most.  
"Oh, come on," he teased, "its only 9 and a half 
inches long.  And it's not THAT thick."   He was used 
to female reaction to his endowment, but he never 
tired of it.  It was an ego thing, he knew, but he 
didn't care.  The important thing was that he knew how 
to USE it to make them happy.  And by making them 
happy, they made HIM happy.  It was nice how that 
worked out, he thought.

Both completely naked now, he knee walked up between 
her thighs.  He reached over to the nightstand and 
opened the drawer.  He didn't always travel prepared, 
but he had figured if she was willing, he had better 
be ready.  He handed her the package.

"Put it on me.  Now.  I want you.  Now," and he 
punctuated each small sentence with a small stroke of 
his hard cock over the wetness of her pussy.  

She moaned and fumbled to open it.  As she did, he 
continued to stroke her, holding his cock with one 
hand, and with the other, reaching out to touch the 
turgid pinkness of her nipples.  They were even more 
spectacular than he had originally thought, and he 
leaned down and lightly bit the right one.

He felt her touch on his prick and looked down to see 
her white hands clumsily begin to roll the condom down 
over his cock.  He helped her, wanting to ensure that 
it was anchored properly, since he was damn sure he 
was going to fuck the hell out of her, and he didn't 
want to have to stop in the middle.

Finally, it was in place, and he circled her hole with 
the tip of his cock.  He could feel the heat emanating 
from inside her, and he half-wished that he could feel 
the moistness against his flesh, although the last 
remnant of rational thought told him to keep dreaming.

Her moans were matched by his at this point, as they 
both watched his cock against her cunt.  And then, 
with one thrust, he slammed about six inches inside 
her.  They both groaned loudly at the invasion.  He 
couldn't believe how hot it was inside her, and how 
she seemed to grip him like a glove, even through the 
thin latex covering.  

He withdrew and began to fuck her shallowly and 
slowly, using only about two or three inches.  Every 
time he pushed in, he had to fight his instinct to 
bury his cock all of the way inside, but he wanted to 
make it last for both of them.

She began to babble.  "Please.  More.  More.  I want 
you all the way inside me.  Fuck me.  Now.  More.  
Give me all of it.  God.  Now.  Please."  Each of his 
out-strokes was matched by a word from her, and each 
of the in-strokes resulted in a moan, increasing in 
volume with each one.

He watched her breasts jiggle with each of his 
motions, and he wanted to see how much he could make 
them move.  So, finally, in a game with himself, he 
suddenly rammed his entire cock all the way inside her 
tight channel.  Both of their eyes closed and he just 
held it there, enjoying the moment.  He pulled all of 
the way out, and then did it again.  And again.  And 
again.  Picking up speed as her pelvis was tilting up 
to meet his every plunge.

The sweat was dripping from his forehead as they 
continued their motions.  They were both moaning 
loudly now, and there were no words, as the sensations 
were overwhelming both of them.

She began one seemingly continuous wail that stopped 
abruptly as she froze.  He knew what was next, and he 
pounded his whole length into her, balls-deep and felt 
it.  Her orgasm was amazing.  She screamed and he felt 
almost like a hand instantly gripped his cock and 
began to milk it.  He knew he was going to come and he 
felt his semen hurtle through its channel and erupt in 
spurts that felt like they were coming from his spine, 
he shot so hard.  His yell matched hers and they 
shuddered together through the mind-blowing climax.

He collapsed on top of her softness and once he was 
capable of rational thought, he wondered if he was 
crushing her.  The involuntary contractions that were 
still randomly running through her body kept massaging 
his cock, keeping it hard.  He remembered the condom 
and agonizingly pulled his prick from her warmth, 
willing his body to get up and dispose of sheath.  He 
quickly did so, returning as fast as he could from the 
bathroom.  He didn't want her to disappear on him.  He 
wasn't quite through with her just yet.  In fact, he 
wondered if he would ever get enough of her.

She had rolled over on her side and he slid behind 
her, spooning up against her voluptuously curved ass.  
He stretched on hand over her side and pulled on the 
nipple closest to him.  She moaned and wiggled against 
his half erect cock, hardening it again.

"Mmmmmm..." she murmured.  "Is that what I think it 
is?"  And she giggled that infectious and throaty 
giggle that he had heard so many times already that 
night.

He smiled at the back of her head and reached down to 
lightly smack her buttocks.  "I told you what I was 
going to do to you tonight.  We aren't even CLOSE to 
finished yet."

She purred again.  "I was hoping you'd say that."

He glanced at the clock.  It was 4 am, and he groaned, 
thinking of the presentation he had to give in just 
six hours.  He couldn't stop now, and he suddenly 
remembers the caffeine pills he had slipped into his 
suitcase this trip, 'just in case'.  He was glad that 
he had planned ahead, because he had every intention 
of giving a kick ass presentation and landing this 
client.  The prospect of spending more time in this 
city, in this bed, and especially with this woman was 
motivating him far more than any monetary reward.



