Conference sex with an old FWB [MF][Mutual masturbation][cumplay][cheating][dirtytalk]

Reading /u/analbeaver´s story of [how he cane on his coworker´s face](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bibiw/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention/), reminded me of a similar experience of my own.

I was at a work conference with a few colleagues, when I spotted Kristine, an old FWB from my high school days, who I hadn´t seen since we graduated.

For a few years, Kristine was my designated late night booty call. If I had been out, and hadn´t had any luck, I very often ended up in her bed in a dormitory close to my parents house. I would call her at any time, and often in embarrassing states of drunkenness, and I never recall her turning me down. From my perspective, it was an ideal setup. Kristine was cute and fun, and the only reason she wasn´t my first option every night, was that she was a bit too chubby, and had a bit too much of a slutty reputation – simply put, a lot of other girl´s didn´t like her much, as she had slept with too many of their boyfriends, so hanging out with her often meant getting involved in a lot of drama, as every other girl turned into a total bitch around her.

Seeing her in a completely different context 10 years later was quite a shock, and had me lost for words when she came towards me, going in for a hug. I must have looked as confused as I felt, as she looked up at me laughing, asking if I didn´t recognize her.

“Of course I do Kristine – wow, you look great” I managed to stammer. And she really did. She had lost a bit of weight, going from a bit too chubby to exactly the right kind of chubby. And she obviously knew it: She was wearing a low cut shirt under her blazer, showing A LOT of cleavage, from a spectacular pair of tits. Those I remembered, but in the present day they were emphasized by her slim waistline, leading down to a firm bubble butt that again left me reminiscing our shared past. While not a natural beauty, she had maintained the bubbly charm and flirty look I remembered so well, and her heavily freckled face made her look younger than her actual age – or maybe I just still couldn´t shake of my memories of her as a teenager. All in all, she looked quite stunning, and I started suspect right away, that I might end up in trouble.

She laughed off my awkwardness, and returned the compliment “you don´t look too bad yourself – I had never imagined seeing YOU in a suit!” I knew exactly how she felt. She knew me as a wannabe hippy teenager with long hair, pimples and ill fitting second hand clothing. Today I was wearing a grey suit, a rather nice watch, a perfectly matched pair of leather shoes and belt, and a breast pocket handkerchief in an accent color. Dressing like this still didn´t feel naturally to me, but I had learned it opened up a lot of doors – privately and professionally. Meeting Kristine like this left me feeling dressed up, but I could tell by her blushing that she liked what she saw.

We both had to attend a few sessions and workshops, and since none of them matched, we agreed to meet up for a cocktail later that night. Thinking back, I could have invited her to eat dinner with me and my colleagues, since she was at the conference alone, but I guess I was already subconsciously planning ahead for the night of debauchery that would follow. No reason to leave any witnesses.

When we met up, things got flirty right away. We would talk of old acquaintances, who kept in touch with who, who got married, who had children, but we kept ending up in innuendo about how “we both remember how that night ended”. Kristine hadn´t settled down as much as me. She had a boyfriend that she didn´t sound too serious about, and I told her how I had bought a house with my girlfriend, and that we had had our first son.

“Aww, so you got old and boring already? I was kind of hoping we would have had a chance to really catching up tonight”, she said. That did the trick – Instantly I was out of my mind with horniness, and I could have taken out my dick and fucked her into oblivion with the whole lobby watching. I knew exactly how I wanted this to end, and I knew exactly what to say to get there: “Remember that time you had a boyfriend, and didn´t want to hook up with me because you tried to get better at not cheating?”

Oh yes, I could tell she remembered. I could tell she remembered exactly how she argued that it was too hard not to hook up with me because of how horny she was, and that the only rational thing to do was to masturbate in front of each other, so we could both cool down.

“Yeah, that was a rather elegant solution” she smirked. There was a loaded silence before she added “want to go to my room to not cheat on your girlfriend?” I wanted nothing more in the world than to not cheat on my girlfriend, so of course I nodded, and followed here to the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, she started putting on a show. Never touching me, she turned her back to me and started making grinding motions, lifting up her black pencil skirt just enough, that I could see her black underwear. The elevator stopped one time before we reached her floor, and a group of half drunk conference attendees entered. Kristine had pulled up her shirt in advance, so they couldn´t have seen what was going on, but to me the air felt so thick with sex that I couldn´t imagine them not knowing.

We reached her floor, got out, went to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. “Why does this feel so much hotter than the last time we were in this situation?”, she grinned. “Because we are not teenagers anymore, and we don´t have to pretend we don´t know what we are doing”.

Kristine let out a soft moan, reached up under her skirt, and brushed her hand over her panties. “Look what you are doing to me, I am soaked!”

“I don´t have to look, I can smell you from here. I have been smelling your wet pussy is since we got in the elevator, and I know the group that got on could smell you as well.”

“Oh, you learned how to dirtytalk” she laughed. It was true – I had been a bundle of repressed kinkiness as a teenager, never knowing how to say what I actually wanted from the girls I hooked up with. It was also true that this was very much a problem of the past.

“Oh yes, and I hope you haven´t forgotten how to put on a show. Leave your panties on, but pull them to the side. Put two fingers in your pussy, and then let me see how wet you are.”

She moved her hand slowly and teasingly towards her crotch while maintaining eye contact, seemingly trying to keep a bit of control of how this was unfolding, but as soon as the hand reached its target, the charade was over, and Kristine had obviously gotten too horny to do anything but exactly what I told her. She started fingering herself with a greedy enthusiasm, and didn´t stop until I reminded her I needed to see her fingers. She pulled them out, leaving a long string of grool, that didn´t snap until her arm was almost extended.

“Those fingers are my cock now. Suck them clean like I know you can. Go deep and put out your tongue.”

She hadn´t forgotten how to suck cock either, even if it was of the imaginary kind. She started slowly throatfucking herself, pretending to gag once in a while. I knew it was for show, because to this day, she is still the most talented throat artist I have encountered, but I appreciated her showmanship never the less.

All the while, I kept talking to her.

“Since last time we did this, I have regretted I didn´t came on your face. That´s what is going to happen tonight. You can start fucking you cunt in a bit, but you are not allowed to cum until I have covered your face, and even then, not until you have asked for permission.”

I undid my belt and got out my cock. “Spit in my hand”, I told her, and she did.
I started beating off in long, slow strokes half a meter from her face. She let out an animalistic grunt, and asked me “can I please please fuck my pussy now?” I told her she could, and she started fucking herself deep and violently with first two and then three fingers.

“Lean back, put out your tongue, and look at me” I told her, as I started raising my pace.

She did as I told, and I couldn´t hold back anymore. My first shot missed her face and landed across her hair, but after that I landed at least 4 thick, long robes across her face. A bit got in her eye, but she didn´t seem to notice, and I shaked my cock at her, helping the last drops reach their target. Normally, my libido would subside at this time, but not today – I instantly knew I could keep going if turned up the kinkiness to 11.

“Can I please come now?” she panted, three fingers knuckle deep in her cunt.
“No, not until you have scoped all that cum from your face and to your mouth” I answered. I could tell that she hadn´t expected I would escalate this further, but I could also see she reacted quite will to it, as her legs started shaking. I suspect she had at least a mini orgasm then, but I let it fly since she was otherwise being so cooporative.

“Use one hand to clean your face of my cum. You can play with your ass with the other hand, but you are not allowed to touch your pussy until your face is clean, and every bit of my cum is in your mouth.” We had done a bit of anal play during those drunk teenage nights, and knowing Kristine´s dirty min and general appetite for sex, I imagined she had caught up with the anal training since the last time I saw her. That seemed to be the case as well, as she laid back, spread her legs and raised her hips, and started showing a cumdrenched index finger up her asshole. I put a pillow under her butt and kept jacking off, while enjoying the show, as Kristine slowly cleaned her face with her other index finger, sucking on it like a cock every time it reached her mouth.
After a few minutes of this, one of the dirtiest sights of my life, I could feel I was ready to come again.

I told Kristine she could come whenever she wanted, dropped the rest of the pretense about how this wasn´t cheating, climbed on top of her in a 69 position, and started fucking her throat while she put her three cum fingers back in her pussy. I was out of my mind with lust at this point, and only scarcely noticed she had added another finger to her ass, as I emptied my balls deep down her throat, as she started convulsing with orgasms herself.

It took maybe 5 minutes before we had both caught our breath and re-entered reality, and we both started laughing manically at what had just transpired.
“Wow, I wish we could go back in time and tell our teenage selves to do this every day”, Kristine laughed. “Yeah, but at least this is conference is a recurring event”, I countered.

…

Wow, writing this redirected my blood flow! I hope I was still coherent at the end :)

This is my first time writing erotica, so your comments are appreciated!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7c1j66/conference_sex_with_an_old_fwb_mfmutual