The Nightcap Pt. 3 to The Meeting [M][F]

The look on his face said it all. He knew or sensed something was off the second I got into the car.

 

“Did you have a good night’s rest,” he stated through a smirk

 

“Actually, I slept like a rock. Travelling wears me out it seems,” playing it cool the best I could. “How was your evening?”

 

“Very well actually, thank you for asking. I went to the bar for a nightcap as I, myself, were rather exhausted from the trip. I recommend the martini bar as it’s one of the better ones I’ve had as of late. I found myself droopy eyed not long after and proceeded to go to bed. Around 3:30 A.M. this morning I was startled awake by a commotion in the adjoining room. Seems the walls are rather thin and by the sounds of it, the person enjoyed themselves last night,” his tone flat and powerful.

 

He knew, is the only thing that ran through my head. He had heard me, but could it be? Was his room right next to mine? I couldn’t remember as I checked in and proceeded to the room before he even started the check in process. This couldn’t be, it just couldn’t.

 

“That’s rather embarrassing for that individual if I had to guess. Wonder if they knew they were being listened to by a pervert in the adjoining room, “ I quipped back in a semi-playful manner.

 

“Glad to see you in a good mood this morning throwing jokes. Embarrassing, probably, but not at the expense of a pervert listening in. I try to respect every one’s personal space to the best to my ability. I just so happened to be in a time and place where it was embarrassing for the individual, in a room with thin walls and enjoying her personal time,” he clearly replied with devious intent.

 

“Maybe next time you should offer a lending hand,” the words just stumbled out of my mouth.

 

His head rolls back, a smirk crosses his face and a guttural laugh escapes his lips as he simply states, “The thought is entertaining. I may just have to lend more than just a hand.”

 

My face felt like it got sprayed by mace. The burning was hot and intense from the flush of blood rushing to it that I immediately looked away. I could barely muster a laugh to sound like I was laughing and joking with the guys. I couldn’t let him know how incredible hot that statement sounded. How the thought of his hands groping and sliding down every inch of my body sent shivers down my spine. My essence had already started to make an appearance as much as my clit was pulsating with the beat of my heart. The exact moment I knew I couldn’t contain myself much longer. I needed to focus instead of day dreaming on a fantasy world only I could be a part of. We were on business and here I am fantasizing about a colleague on a business function. Just then the back-lit Polymer Industries sign appeared ahead of us. Saved, the thought danced through my head, while simultaneously an audible sigh of relief escaped my lips.

 

The day concluded with an elegant dinner at “Solo il Meglio”, an Italian chain with superb selection of wine and exquisite entrée options, with the company’s head director and his immediate subordinates. The drive back was uneventful as we were both nursing a bit of a full stomach and instead of discussing the day’s events, instead, chose to remain quiet and to our thoughts. I was able to shake the irritating demon of lust from my mind earlier, but his claws I could feel, sinking back in. Clutching and grabbing at every little moan or grunt Brad muttered shifting in his seat or the occasional waft of his cologne that blew my way. The wine we drank seemed to enhance every sense of my being and I craved for the heightened sense to further grow the anticipation of self-pleasure I’m sure I will be partaking in tonight. As we arrived at the hotel, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and proceeded to the elevators. Three or four steps behind walked the god among men with sharp assertiveness following my every move. The close proximity in the elevator as the doors closed sent my pussy into spastic twitching. Using the reflection of the aluminum elevators, I stared intently at his crotch. How thick could he really be? Was he above average? Could he stretch my cunt to the point of pain? Embarrassed at my lack of control over my restless fantasy world, I closed my eyes just long enough to regain composure. The door opened and I quickly scuttled out into the open hallway where to my surprise, Brad followed suit.

 

“Long day wasn’t it,” I broke the silence.

 

“That it has. It’ll be nice to take a shower and get out of this suit,” his reply almost absentminded

 

“7:00 A.M. tomorrow morning?” I questioned

 

“7 it is. I will be waiting for your arrival in the hotel lobby.” His gaze now fully directed to me

 

“Have a pleasant night and see you then.” I said as I slid the key card into the door handle slot

 

“You as well, unless, you become thirsty tonight and decide on a nightcap. You’ll catch me in the bar.” His tone almost challenging

 

He slides his key card into the slot in the door handle. The same door handle that leads to the room adjacent to mine. He knew and he positively heard my night of pleasure. Too embarrassed to do anything rational, I barged into my hotel room and slammed the door. I heard a faint chuckle in the hallway as I did so. This is a co-worker, on a work function, out of state, ten years my junior and he is toying with me. Typical kid playing with matches around a propane tank about to explode. A new rejuvenated sense of confidence courses through my veins, “You’re in for a treat.” I muttered under my breath as I drop my hair and proceed to unbutton my blouse. “You better be prepared.”

 

The hotel bar situated itself perfectly in the nook of the lobby far enough away from the reception desk and main entrance to garner an intimate feel yet open and inviting. The recessed lights allowed for ample coverage to visually accentuate the rustic bar along with its oddly fitting contemporary bar stools. Nestled at the far end of the bar sat Eros reincarnate. His head stooped low, shoulders hunched forward, staring blankly into his cell all while swirling the nursed brown concoction he had in front of him. In his current state he looked obscured to the point of overlook if it wasn’t for that head of black hair, expertly manicured and perfectly styled. His eyes drift slowly from his cell to his glass before they dart directly to my direction as I walk into his view. The gaze is intent, animalistic and yet calming before he straightens his back standing up to greet my arrival.
 
“Good Evening Ms. Michelle. What good fortune I must have to be graced by your presence.” The words carried through the air like a nightingale early in the morning.

 

My breath caught, my composure dipped and my heart started to race. Brad had a way with words to catch you off guard and he had done a fine job at that moment. I was speechless.

 

“Have a seat. What shall I order you?” he exclaimed.

 

The flight instinct was in full force. What am I doing and why am I standing here. This is unprofessional and will only cause issues, “A straight dirty martini with an extra olive,” I heard my mouth crack.

 

What did I just say? Am I really going to follow through with this?

 

“How has your evening been thus far.” Enthusiastically I stated trying to control the throbbing lustful tendencies dancing in my brain

 

“Very well, thank you. That shower hit the spot. I needed a shower after the negotiation.”

 

A slight smirk crosses his face as he once again swirls the brown mixture in his tumbler.

 

“There’s no joke about that. I felt dirty after going over the contract details again. This is an open and shut deal. If we can convince Mike that the deal is solid, you and I both know how that commission check will fair.”

 

“You speak the truth. The payday will be substantial for the office and our wallets will be much appreciated,”

 

Turning from me he glances at the bartender, “1 more round for the both of us and then I’ll take the tab.” He politely stated to the bartender. A balding grey haired, frail man, late sixties who had his fair share of life experiences.

 

He reaches into the back of his jeans pocket to pull out his wallet, lifting his shirt and in doing so exposes his washboard abs. The clear concise outline of each individual muscle clearly defined straining against the perfect summer tanned skin even though it’s early December. The sudden urge to reach out and trace each line with my finger overcomes me. I reach out and touch the clean-shaven skin of his bulging abs.

 

With a bewildered look crossing his face, he squints his eyes, “May I help you Ms. Michelle?” the tone coming off as a statement more than a question.

 

“My apologies Brad, I don’t know what overcame me.” I slowly withdrew my hand as the flush of blood once against rose to my face.

 

Before I could retract my hand completely, he gently grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his abs once more. He proceeds to lift his shirt ever so slightly to allow my hand to slip underneath and raises it to his bare chest. Not a shred of hair remotely close to the surface of his skin and the only thing under my touch is the rise and fall of his well-defined chiseled pecs. My eyes fixate on where my hand lies, unleashing the fantasy world before them and stirring up the most intensely sharp burning my stomach has ever felt. The intense heat slowly engulfs my hips and slowly spreads between my legs. I don’t even have to move at this point to know my yoga pants have a wet spot where the opening to my pussy lays. Using his hand to guide my fingers from the middle of his chest, he slides them to one side, around the edge of his pec to his now budding nipple. Curving slightly to the middle, he uses my finger to trace each defined ab on his now exposed stomach. My eyes drift to what is unfolding in front of me as this god, this marble statue uses my hand to trace his body to his eyes, which are staring directly at the low-cut V-neck exposing just enough cleavage to incite the most warranted imaginative creation of what is underneath. His eyes lock mine and as I gaze into the abyss of hazel my hand starts moving south. He is directing me to what I have been fantasizing about for the past two days. As I pull my stare from his, I glance down and see he is now fully erect and the bulge tugging at his jeans is about to burst. He guides my hand to the zipper of the denim and slides it along the shaft of his hardened cock under his pants. My mouth is watering, my nipples are stinging and my pussy is dripping. I want his cock buried in every hole and I won’t stop till I have my fill.

 

Without hesitation, I grab his hand and guide it between my legs, placing his fingers on the wet patch where my pussy is pulsating. The look of surprise on his face at the amount of essence I have leaked out turns me on even further. Leaning in to get as close to his ear as possible, “Follow me! I may need more than a helping hand.” I whispered.

 

I take his large hand into mine and guide him to the elevator. As soon as the door closes, he shoves me against the wall, buries his head into my neck and expertly slides his tongue from my jaw to the base of my neck. Each stroke is followed by the warm sensation of his hand between my legs slowly kneading my pussy against the material of the yoga pants and his fingers. I instinctively reach down to the throbbing shaft in his pants and slowly start to stroke him through the denim. I can feel his girth and fantasy world was correct on gauging he was above average. The doors slide open and hand in hand I guide him to my room. Sliding the key card into position, I push the door open. From behind he wraps one arm around my head and cups my mouth in his hand to silence me, just as his other arm reaches around my waist and lifts me into the air. The door closes with a thud behind us and he is carrying me to the bed. With enough force to lightly bounce on the bed, he throws me face down and places his hand on my back to hold me down. I can feel the pressure on my back as his rock-hard hand holds me still and slowly the mounting weight of his body as he leans over me to put his face to my ear.

 

“This cock is here to please and please it shall do. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you and I’m going to make sure you and I get our fill.” The words come out in a guttural grunt.
 

He’s got to be as worked up as I am and I want that cock like tomorrow is my last breath. With one of his hands still on my back, he uses the other one to slide it under my waistband and down the crease of my ass. Running his finger over the rose of my ass, all the way to the opening in my pussy. He rubs his finger in my essence and slowly starts to slide the tip of his finger in. My lips slowly part as he forces deeper into the slit and my pussy finally engulfs his finger. The moan that escaped my lips was both relief and ecstasy rolled into one. Without seeing his face, I could feel the smirk run from ear to ear. As he removes the fingers he had deep inside me and removes the pressure from his other hand from my back, I roll out to the side and drop to my knees.

 

“Do you want your whore to taste you properly,” I playfully quizzed

 

“Only what my whore feels is best,” he stammered as I slowly unbutton his pants.

 

Slowly unzipping his pants, I place my mouth on his shaft through the denim. Kissing and biting the length of him while simultaneously reaching into his pants to expose the cock I have been dreaming about. Well above average at seven to eight inches, it was his girth that made me gasp. I’m glad I had a few martinis to relax me of my inhibitions as I’m going to worship this cock, regardless, if my mouth or pussy can handle it. As I drop his pants to the floor, his now erect cock right in front of me, I wrap both hands around his shaft. Looking up at his face I can see the moan form on his lips and with a slow tug towards me, that moan escapes. A built up pleasurable moan that incites another flush of red to my pussy and subsequent leak of essence. I inch my head closer to the raging phallus in front of me and use my tongue to flick the tip of his head. The instant jerk of his legs is rather amusing considering he is at the mercy of my grip. I uncurl my hands that were griped around his cock and slide them between my legs. Covering them in the leaking essence my pussy has decided that needed to be purged and slowly grip his cock in my now covered hands once again. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his fat cock as I engulf and take every inch of him in my mouth. The veins of his rock-hard cock strain against the lips I have tightened around his shaft and my hands slowly begin to milk him. I use my tongue to trace the fine line from the tip of his head, down the shaft of his cock in the same rhythm of my bobbing head and tugging grip. I make sure my grip never lessens as I take him into the back of my throat over and over reaching him to climax. The throbbing cock in my hand and the swelling of his head tells me he is close and I pick up the pace. Just then, he reaches down, grabs my face and pulls me to my feet.

 

“Is everything okay,” uncertainty clearly portraying through my voice.
 
“Perfectly fine, honestly, but my time for pleasure will come later. This time is for you.” His voice carries a sudden sharp response.
 

He spins me around to face the bed once more to have my back against his chest. Reaching down he lifts my shirt above my head to expose my breast and cups each one into his hand. His hard cock is straining against my ass as he pushes into me pulling me closer to him. Sliding his hands from my chest to my waistband, he slips them off my hips and to the floor. I can feel the rock between his legs resting in the crease of my ass as he reaches around my waist with one hand and forces my head to the bed with the other. Kicking each leg further apart, he has me completely exposed, bent over and yearning for that cock to slide in. He takes the cock into his hand and slides the tip over my clit. The moan is instant and forceful. Using the essence I continually drip from the opening of my cunt, he covers the tip and begins to slightly place the head in. His cock is large, larger than any dildo or man I have ever had inside me. As my pussy lips give way and his cock inches deeper, I strain against the bed trying to engulf his throbbing cock. Placing both hands on my hips, he pulls me closer to finish bottoming out. He is now fully inside me as I can feel his balls tight against my clit. They rhythm starts out slow as to not tear my already stretched pussy and to give it time to adjust to this monster cock inside me. As the pace quickens, the further I burrow my head into the bed to let out the most animalistic groans from deep within my chest. His cock is more than I can take and the pleasure is immense. His raw, pulsating cock continues to forcefully hit the back of my pussy and inch me closer to climax. The pleasure is too much and my legs start to give way as the heat starts building in my legs. Traveling to my thighs and slowly to the center of my crotch, the explosion that went off sent my head to the stars. “FUCK MY DIRTY PUSSY,” I screamed as the climax sent shockwaves through my body. At the sound of my climax he grips even harder and forces himself even deeper to ensure my orgasm is peaked and over. As the climax subsides, I can feel his balls tighten up. His climax is close and I have to be his dirty whore. I push him off me and drop to my knees. I latch both hands around his climax covered cock and take every inch of it in my mouth. I strain not to gag as his cock hits the back of my throat and I adjust my throat to allow him to enter. I begin to rapidly stroke his cock with both hands, sliding first up and down as my mouth follows suit. Using every bit of my strength to try and suck his soul out of his cock, I time my suction to the stroke of every inch I hold in my hands. The pulsating in his rock begins to grow stronger. I quicken the strokes to reach him to climax as I’m beginning to beg for his hot load. Just as his pulsating peaks, his load hits the back of my throat. The sudden warm salty mixture slides down my throat and squirt after squirt of hot cum seems like an endless geyser that won’t stop erupting.

 

“SWALLOW THAT CUM YOU DIRTY FUCKING WHORE,” he screams as his climax hits him full force.
 

As I release my grip from his throbbing cock, he slides it out of my cum filled mouth with cum still dribbling out of his head. I swallow all I can and begin to get up to go rinse my mouth of his climax. He grabs me around the waist, pulls me close and kisses me. Long, sensual kiss with his tongue intertwining with mine as he holds me close.

 

“Go clean up beautiful and meet me back in here. I know you’re exhausted, as am I, and I’d love to fall asleep with you in my arms tonight.” His voice thunders deep with satisfaction and with a swift smack to my ass I trudge to the bathroom. As I glance back, I see the silhouette of a marble statue, except a monstrous cock and the knowledge my climax is all over it. The burning in the pit of my stomach resurfaces and the urge hits me once again. God I can’t get enough of his cock.

DD Andrews

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