Corporate Travel has it’s benefits [MF]

Corporate America rarely makes sense. I had worked with Claire for almost three years. We worked at opposite ends of the country and given the infinite wisdom of corporate management, we were paired on almost all of the projects that I had responsibility for. Given the cost cutting measures our company had put into place, I had actually never actually met her in person. I had seen her a few times over Skype during beginning of our close working engagement in the interests of putting a name to a face, but given the horrible state of the network at our offices, it was generally more of a pain than it was worth. So for three years, most of the interactions were over IM or email, and while none of the conversations were ever risque, they were a bit flirty. She liked it when I sent her an email or IM asking for something prefacing it with, “Hey beautiful.” But all in all, it was pretty tame. Most of the time if we weren’t talking about work, she’d complain about her husband not pulling enough weight at home, or asking me how successful my weekend was in terms of meeting women.

While I passed off my “Hey beautiful,” email intros as being purely innocent, I thought that even over the stuttery Skype video that she was quite pretty. So when we were told to go offsite to a client’s location as part of the technical group that would be convincing the client that we knew what we were doing, I was looking forward to it. Maybe get in a bit more in person flirting, since after all even if didn’t lead to anything, it was still enjoyable just to be talking to her.

We met each other at the hotel the night before the offsite. She had arrived wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Her hair was a bit of a mess, probably from sleeping funny on her flight in, but damn if she didn’t still look good. We gave each other a prefunctary hello, and met the rest of the team in one of the hotel conference rooms to go over the agenda for the next three days. After a few boring hours of finalizing slides, speaker orders and going over key points to hit, our group broke up. Most of them wanted to get room service and go to bed since it had been a long day. Claire seemed to linger, and I asked if she wanted to get dinner at the hotel restaurant and some drinks, to which she agreed.

Over dinner and drinks, we talked a bit about work and a bit about our lives. I told her about my girlfriend and she talked about her husband and daughter. The one thing that did catch my attention was when she said, “I should ask if I can go to more meetings like this. It’s been far too long since I’ve had dinner and drinks with someone without having to worry about my daughter.” I didn’t take it to mean much of anything, but when she looked over at me and touched my leg with her foot, I got the message that she was a bit bored with her domestic life. With the alcohol and the dim lighting and her company, I was getting seriously aroused, and she could sense it in me. She slid her foot up a bit more, and pretended that nothing was amiss. I spent the majority of dinner and the nightcap afterwards in a constant state of arousal.

It was maddening when all of a sudden, she abruptly said that she should head to bed, leaving me there with a major boner. Sure, she was a married woman, but at least in my experience, marriage never stopped anyone from fucking if they think they could get away with it. I went back to my hotel room and with the image of her in my head, I started to jerk off thinking of all the ways that I would defile her.

The next morning, our group met up, and if she was attractive the day before in yoga pants and a t-shirt, she looked amazing in formal business attire. When we had met in the lobby of the hotel, waiting to carpool to the client site, I could see a lot of my colleagues as well as random men at the hotel giving her the once over.

I’ll not bore you with details of a corporate meeting, but after the self congratulatory team dinner, where she played footsie with me under the table driving me nuts. When the group broke up, we stayed behind and had drinks again. She seemed to be having a grand old time tormenting me, and when she abruptly said that she wanted to get some sleep, I got up with her, and followed her back to her room. Watching her ass sway as she walked back to her room, knowing that I was behind her, I mentally kicked myself for it was now clear that she had been aiming to get laid yesterday as well, and I was being too thick to take the message.

I followed her into her room, and as soon as the door shut, she turned and looked at me. “You like to tease don’t you?” I said when she turned around.

Her reply was short and witty, “And you’re a bit dense aren’t you? Or did too much blood flow from one head to the other.”

With that, I don’t think I needed any more persuasion. “I’m going to make you fucking regret that.” I said as I pushed up up against the wall, my hands seeking the hem of her skirt, pushing it up, revealing that she had been wearing thigh highs the entire day. With my hand on her thigh, she reached over and started to rub my cock through my pants. “God you’re a fucking slut,” I said as she started to play with my cock. I reached up further and slipped my hands past the crotch of her panties and started to finger her dripping wet cunt.

She moaned as I did this. She was on the verge of making me cum with her hands so to get her to stop, I pinned them over her head as my fingers worked her clit and pussy. I was getting more aroused as she tried to struggle against me, her body trying to rub up against me. I was a bit surprised at how fast she came. Within a few minutes of finger fucking her wet pussy, I could feel her contracting on my fingers. She wasn’t a very vocal lover, but she her breathing was ragged. Every time I felt her contract around my finger, I felt her breathing stop.

I took my very messy finger and held it up to her, and told her to lick my fingers clean. Claire nodded and sucked my fingers in such a sensual manner, I felt weak in my legs. As she did this, she fumbled with my belt and pants, trying to take them off. She looked at me and said, “I need to feel a real cock in me.” I took my belt and used it to make a makeshift leash. She seemed shocked as to what I wanted to do, and that shock allowed me to get it around her neck. A quick jerk down on it, telling her to get on her knees, she complied.

I stood over her, with my cock erect, and her looking up at me with an open mouth, waiting for me to take the head. With my right hand on my belt, I used my left hand to guide her mouth to my cock, and it was grand. I could tell that she had quite a bit of experience given how she was able to take my entire cock down to the base without gagging. I could see that her fingers were playing with her pussy once again, trying to give herself a second orgams. Her breathing grew ragged again, this time with my cock down her throat, and it was an amazing feeling. It didn’t take long before I blew my load.

Catching her at a bad time, she started to choke on my cum, coughing it up, spraying me with cum and spit. However, seeing my cum dribble down her face, was a sight to behold. I pulled her over to the bed and told her to lie down. I pulled her panties down and started to eat her dripping wet pussy. The smell was pungent and nearly overpowering. She tried to push my head away, shrieking, “Too much, too much.” However, I ignored her, savoring the feel of her panty hose and thighs around me as I ate her out.

I reached down with one hand to masturbate a little so I could get hard again, not an easy feat given how much cum I had shot down her throat. Claire was pulling my hair hard and saying, “No more, no more.” But I kept going. She was in a bit of a contradictory situation, trying to pull me off by my hair, but still having her legs wrapped around me. After getting myself hard again, I stood up over her, with my cock standing straight out. She came around on her hands and knees to suck me again, but I pulled her up by the belt. With my other hand I started to unbutton her blouse and unhook her bra.

I started to play with her tits and I looked her in the eye. “Have you been looking forward to the fucking that your husband hasn’t been able to give you?” She nodded shyly. With a gentle jerk, of my belt, I got her to answer, “Yes.” I turned her around and finally entered her. She was still pulsating from her last orgasm. She was dripping wet, and so it didn’t take much for me to enter her slick cunt. I started to fuck her like the dog in heat that she was. Not wanting to actually choke her, I grabbed a handful of her hair as I started to pump into her, faster and faster. Since I had cum already I had doubts as to whether I could cum again, but on the flip side, I could probably last a few hours at this point.

Claire began to moan, then plead for me to stop, but I just kept fucking her despite her ragged breaths saying, “No more, no more.” But when I pulled out, she let out a deep guttural, “Oh, don’t fucking stop.” As I pulled out, I lay down on her bed and waited to see whether she’d take the initiative or not. She look at me and then started to ride my cock. I reached up to play with her tits as she rode me. She was gorgeous to behold with her skirt bunched up around her waist, her thigh highs still on, her bra pushed over her breasts, and her hair a mess.

Riding my cock, she made herself cum again, and she collapsed on top of me. She whispered in my ear, “God. I haven’t cum like that for so long.” The sexual tension gone, we started more gentle love making. Taking off our clothes, we fucked in a less frantic manner and actually kissed. I could taste myself in her mouth, and that turned me on to a degree where I finally was able to cum in her. Finishing the second time, I rolled off of her. We lay next to each other without saying anything and waited for the heat to be released from our body. She looked at me, “Do you cheat on your girlfriend often?” I looked back at her and asked, “Do you cheat on your husband often?” Neither one of us answered, because we probably thought that the answer was yes.

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