Amelie; Conference Dick [MMF] [Cuckold]

Guys and Girls

I had meant to return much sooner after my first confession, but I’ve been half way round the world for work since then, so apologies to anyone awaiting my next instalment, especially my lovely new followers! ?

As I said, work has kept me from writing – but the silver lining to this cloud is that Amelie got to make a couple of appearances while I was away, so now I’m back on home soil with very little to do in this sticky summer heat, I thought I’d put my fingers to work while my mind replays a memorable event, read that how you will…

I promise you this is 100% true. Judge away, I’m a bitch.

Our tale today takes us back three weeks, to a conference in San Diego. If you’ve never been, San Diego has a massive convention centre, and hosts events from all over the world. It’s right by the waterfront, is probably as big as most football stadiums and is conveniently surrounded by nice hotels that of course are frequented by conference attendees, including yours truly.

Now, as anyone who has ever worked at these conferences will tell you (if they’re being honest), the things are an absolute fuck fest. I love Americans, but they have GOT to be one of the most unfaithful nationalities in the world – the number of times I have heard men – and women – very openly say that if they’re in a different state it’s not technically cheating is absurd. Suffice to say, it’s not difficult to get laid at a conference in the US, especially if you have something that marks you out like a British accent or a fantastic arse and a penchant for high heels *cough* – the British accent is an endlessly boring talking point but it’s a gift that keeps on giving in my case, and being a notch on someones scorecard for the list of nationalities they’ve managed to bed is no bad thing…anyway, back story back story boring boring. Sorry!

So, I’m attending the conference as a presenter. Typical audience size is ~150 people, so as presenters we stand up at the lectern frantically reading our notes before the big presentation. This particular conference is quite geeky, so the room fills up from the back, but about 10 minutes before we’re due to start this guy comes and sits in the front row. He’s cock sure of himself, sitting there in a suit with no tie, munching on chewing gum in a way that instantly makes you think he’s very likely more stupid than he looks. The entire time I’m waiting to start he stares at me unashamedly. He doesn’t look away when I make eye contact, he just holds my stare and slowly looks up and down my body.

I don’t like him. I actually sort of want to punch him in the face to be honest, but Amelie isn’t so easily put off. My presentation starts, and I’ve actually given it enough times to know it like the back of my hand – despite my nerves – so during my purposeful eye contact with the wider audience, I play a with cocky-front-row-arsehole and give him longing, sideways glances, looking him up and down the way he did me when I can get away with it.

Presentation goes well – boring boring – and a few people come up afterwards and ask questions, kiss my butt a little until I’m allowed to leave, and to my surprise, cocky-arsehole is gone. I’m relieved, Amelie is a little disappointed. *There’ll be others,* I reassure her.

That night of course, we’re entertaining some important clients at a hotel. We book out the entire bar and a bunch of nerds (sorry, customers! ?) turn up for free beer and get really excited about the buffet. I’m stood talking to one of my clients, when out of nowhere cocky-arsehole steps in front of me, holding out his hand. I’m visibly taken aback, I tilt my head to one side, mouth slightly open and unconsciously make a “huh” sound. The nerd looks at cocky-arsehole and retreats, leaving just the two of us.

Extending my hand, I say “Front row – intense starer – are you following me?” – he smirks a one-sided smile in response.

“As a matter of fact I am. We’re connected on LinkedIn, and I follow you on twitter with my secret account…” he says.

Intrigued, I ask who he is. It turns out he’s a manager from one of my customers. I haven’t met him before, but we’re connected on LinkedIn having exchanged a few emails. He doesn’t have a picture.

I turn on the charm, start to seem interested and talk a little shop which he is clearly not interested in. I ask him how he found the presentation.

“What presentation?” he asks.

“The one I gave at the conference. Front row, third seat in. Uncomfortable staring….” I respond eagerly. “Weren’t you listening?!”

“Oh that,” he responds “no, not really. I was distracted.”

I sense a cheesy line coming – I mentally brace myself. “By what?” I ask.

His voice turns husky, he looks left and right and then stares me in the eye; “My dick”

I almost choke on my Champagne. In fact I almost swallow the flute itself as I stifle laughter at this oh-so-serious, pretentious arsehole saying something so outwardly juvenile.

“Excuse me?” I ask, stifling hysterical laughter, trying to look grave. “Why? What’s wrong with your…?”

*Must not laugh.*

Unperturbed – still quite serious even – he says “It was hard the entire presentation. From the moment I sat down…no, from the moment I saw you on LinkedIn, you’ve been pole-dancing in my head.”

*Amelie stirs.*

“Wow, I don’t know what to – I’m flattered, of course. Let me just…” I trail off, trying to compose myself. I don’t like this man one bit, but he’s good looking, arrogant, probably a little bit stupid, 100% married and he’s very blatantly holding his room key out for me to see.

Room 1007 – high floor, he paid big bucks – I wonder if it’s because he intended to get me back there.

*Pussy is moist. Amelie loves fucking against big windows on high floors. Inside I’m coming round to the idea. Amelie is moaning.*

I down my champagne. “Right” I say. “I had better go…and freshen up.”

I walk away to the ladies. I can feel his eyes boring into me as I walk away, my tight pencil skirt swaying a little more vigorously than before, my arse carrying itself a little higher over its heels as I strut like a vixen on heat.

I take a moment in the toilets to compose myself. I’m not often caught off guard if truth be told, and I didn’t see this coming. I had no idea he was even going to be there – Amelie was assuming we might be convincing a barman to leave his spirits unattended for twenty minutes at 1am, not heading to bed with an expectant, arrogant customer at 21:30.

When I walk back out to the bar, he’s gone. The only people left are a couple of my very drunk male colleagues and a group of Japanese attendees who looked like they’re drinking for the first time ever. My bet is that they’re going to end up in a strip club. I make my excuses with the Japanese lad-fest, and head back to my room…

*Where Amelie takes over.*

I proceed to undress. In an instant I’m out of my just above the knee pencil skirt, my bra and knickers are off, and I’m putting on a mostly see-through black party blouse with no bra, it shows my nipples in all their glory. Dark red lipstick, stockings, suspenders, a much shorter skirt and my 5″ black stilettos complete the look I’m going for. Slutty.

Ten minutes later, I’ve roughed up my hair just the right amount to look young fun and in search of cum. I’ve mouth washed and made sure my pussy is still smooth h no 5 o’clock shadow. I’m knocking gently on the door of room 1007.

“Wow” he says, “I thought you’d never come”

“I expect to be saying the same thing to you later” I retort, “try not to disappoint.”

The door closes, and rather than his lips meeting mine, or his hand slipping into my (non-existent) knickers, or even a passionate grope as I’m pinned against the door, asshole casually strolls over to his bed, flicks the lights on and sits down on the edge, watching me hover awkwardly by the door.

“Ready when you are” he says, unsmiling.

I admit I’m intrigued, annoyed and horny. Uncomfortable situations make me horny. Some people cope by talking a lot, some people go quiet, some people run away. Not me. I want a pussy full of cock.

“For what exactly?”

*This can’t be an invitation to ‘start’ [fucking], surely? Even Amelie is confused.*

“You’ve been pole-dancing in my head for a long time. And there’s no way you’ve dressed like that to just come here and sit on my dick. Put a show on…”

Mildly impressed by his kink, I oblige. I throw the remote control for the TV and tell him to put some music on, which he does. There’s no ‘stripper FM’, so he opts for some kind of chilled dance music and actually it works really well.

As my heart starts beating in what feels like a rhythm to the music, he leans back on his arms, jacket off and looks me up and down the way he did while I was standing at the conference.

I turn around and put my hands flat on the TV dresser. It’s strong and sturdy, Amelie can’t help but imagine fucking on it later, after we’ve swept all of the hotel paraphernalia onto the floor in a moment of frenzy.

I spread my legs wide and stick my arse out, bending over slightly. I look over my shoulder at him and obviously look him up and down. He’s still laid back on his arms, fully dressed.

“I’m not wearing any knickers” I tell him.

His mouth downturns and he signals he’s impressed by slowly nodding his head. I turn back to the dresser and bend over a little more more, raising my skirt just over the bottom of my arse cheeks, exposing my pussy to him, but only just. I look over my shoulder again. He’s rubbing his chin, breathing heavily like a carnivore assessing its prey.

I turn again to the dresser, and I pull my skirt up so it’s wrapped around my waist, my arse is exposed and by now he must be able to see that my pussy is visibly wet between my legs. I look over my shoulder again and I start to gyrate my hips in time to the music. I’m not ashamed to say I have a fantastic arse, it’s pert and it’s firm but it wobbles just enough when I dance that it makes guys go crazy, like I’m doing some special trick that they’ve never seen before.

As I dance in time to the music, I put my hands on the back of my thighs, the way real strippers do. I spread my legs further apart, stick my arse out more and I bend over, running the palms of my hands down the back of my thighs, spreading my neat, wet pussy right in front of him. Once my hands are at the back of my knees, I look around my body to see him, and find him with his phone in his hand. Fucker!

“Hey, not cool. I’m up for fun, but you’re not making me into a fucking porntube star!” I say, enraged.

“Relax,” he says, “I’m not filming you. I’m messaging Tom, you know Tom right?”

*I do know Tom. Tom is hot.*

Wounded, I reply “Yeah, I know Tom. If you’re bored I can just go?”

“Relax, relax! I’m just giving him what he deserves. Tom always gets the hot girl at these things, I’m just sending him the ‘fuck you’ he deserves. He was convinced I wasn’t going to *slut-out* tonight…”

Now, I know Amelie is a slut. I know that some of the things I do are slutty, and I enjoy that I am being slutty, but this guy having considered himself to have ‘slutted out’ tonight got right under my skin. It’s not like I liked him to start with.

I continue the seduction. My hips gyrate, my pussy is moist, but I no longer look at him. I start talking dirty…

“Oh, you like British sluts do you? I bet you’ve got a really big cock. I hope you’re going to put it in my mouth later, then into my pussy, then back into my mouth so I can taste myself on your dick. Is that what you want?”

He groans. “Yeah baby, that’s my little British slut. Keep going.”

I back myself up away from the dresser, closer to the bed, still with my arse to him, still gyrating, I want him to have a really close look at what he isn’t going to get. I look over my shoulder, and his cock is in hand, and he’s working it gently up and down as he watches, mouth open, at my gyrating pussy within inches of his face.

“I have an idea”, I say “call Tom”

“You want me to call Tom?” he says, sceptically.

“Yeah, let’s wind him up.” I say, with a devil smile.

I take a seat next to him on the bed, my wet pussy making an instant wet patch as he dials Tom.

*ring ring* – Tom answers

“Hey man! You fucker, I can’t believe you nailed the hot English chick – FUCK!” shouts Tom, excited for his friend…

Arsehole replies; “Hey man, she’s still here. She told me to call you.”

I take hold of the arsehole’s cock, gently stroking it. As he groans, I take hold of the phone.

“Tom, it’s *Amelie* – how you doing?” I ask.

“Wow, not as good as you two apparently. Great presentation earlier by the way, and thanks for taking care of Jack ( arsehole guy), lucky fucker!” Tom replies, laughing.

*By this point, Amelie has a plan. And it’s genius.*

“Tom, we want you to join us, right now. We’re in room 1007.”

I hang up.

Arsehole is taken aback. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I thought you wanted a slut?” I ask. “Don’t you want a threesome?”

His gaze wavers between my bald pussy and the door of the room, contemplating.

“It would be cool, but I was hoping to have you all to myself.” he says.

He puts a hand on my leg and leans in for a kiss. Just as our lips meet, there’s a frantic knock on the door.

I shoot up off the bed. “It’s Tom!”I leave him hanging and pull my skirt down, looking as excited as I possibly can as I skip towards the door of the room.

I open the it, and in comes Tom, STRAPPING Tom. He has a strong jawline, mid-length stylish brown hair, he’s hench as fuck and he’s changed into a tight sports t-shirt and chino trousers since conference.

He towers over me in the hallway and my assessment would tower over arsehole-guy – sorry, Jack too. Before he has even pushed the door closed, I step forward, taking his strong arms and wrapping them around my back, pushing them down to my arse. His strong hands squeeze firmly as our lips meet, and before I know what’s happening he has me pinned up against the wall, just one foot from the door in the entrance hall.

My hands start fiddling with his belt as we kiss, and in no time at all I have his cock in my hand and his hand up my skirt, as he fingers my dripping wet cunt as we kiss. It’s sopping wet, and his cock is stiff with a healthy girth. We kiss frantically while masturbating each other for another minute or so, but it’s never going to be enough.

Arsehole Jack walks around the corner to see us just as Tom’s cock slides into my mouth. I begin pumping it with my hand as Tom stands with his trousers around his ankles, his head tiled back, eyes closed as my tongue works in circles around his bell-end while Jack watches. Jack walks over sheepishly and says “Can I…”

I remove Tom’s cock from my mouth just long enough to say “In a minute, on the sofa”. After a brief ‘wtf’ hand gesture my lips are wrapped back around Tom’s cock. He takes hold of my hair and thrusts with his hips, literally pumping my mouth, and I love it.

I run my free hand up his stomach and towards his chest, feeling a maze of muscles, and I want, I *need* him to pick me up and fuck me.

I take his cock out of my mouth, look at ‘Jack’ across the room, glumly sat on the sofa, and I stand up, pulling my skirt up around my waist, as before. Tom doesn’t hesitate. There’s no exotic dancing request, no expectation, no arrogant stare, he just takes hold of me by my arse, lifts me up and slides his cock inside me.

“I want you to fuck me up against that window Tom, really hard.” I tell him.

He raises an eye brow, and with his cock still inside my dripping wet pussy, he walks across the room, past the sofa, past the bed, past Jack towards the window overlooking San Diego, and shoves me against the glass. The glass is cold, and it sends a shockwave through my body that ends in my pussy tightening around Tom’s more than ample shaft.

With me pressed against the window, he removes his hands from my arse and puts his arms up against the glass, either side of my head, and pins my hands above my head, using his body weight to hold me against the window while his hips flex back and forwards and he fucks me for all the world to see.

I look sideways and see Jack still sitting glumly on the sofa, watching **his** friend devour **his** slut in **his** hotel room. I shoot him a flirty smile, and ask him “Shouldn’t you be playing with your cock, getting yourself ready?”

He nods and takes his cock out of his trousers again. It’s not entirely hard, but he starts wanking as he watches, growing again in confidence.

I turn back to Tom, panting. “Bend me over tom – against the window”.

He obliges. In an instant my sweaty back is peeled from the window, I’m turned around with time for a tongue-filled kiss and my legs and my hands are both spread, one pair against Tom’s thighs, the others against the window.

*This is a beautiful view, if anyone is watching us…*

Tom takes hold of my hips and absolutely bores his cock into me. It felt good up against the window, but being bent over feels even better, and before long Tom is reaching between my legs with one hand, playing with my clit as he fucks me.

My first orgasm soon follows. I feel my legs go weaker, so I tell Tom I’m coming and relax my legs. His cock is literally all that’s keeping me from falling to the floor, and as I relax my arms too, my face and neck were press agains the window as my pussy tightens and the earthquake of orgasm engulfs me while Tom keeps pumping, slapping my arse, pulling on my hair…

As my thoughts recompose, I feel a little sorry for Jack, who is still watching, wanking and definitely not getting a fuck from me tonight after this marathon performance from Tom. I know where I’m sleeping.

I turn around to Tom and say “The bed”, which is enough to spring him into action. I peel myself off the window and stagger like a horny drunk teenager over to the bed, laying flat on my back with my legs off the edge as Tom, now topless, walks over – muscles everywhere, cock still pointing at his chin. I gave him the ‘come here’ finger and spread my legs, and before I know it my legs are over his shoulders and we were kissing passionately as he devours me further, on Jack’s bed.

Jack watches on with a mixture of jealousy and disgust written all over his face, but he is still wanking, albeit slowly, almost like he’s deciding whether to go ape and throw Tom off me and fuck me himself or give up and cry himself to sleep. It was quite something to behold.

Tom was very good at fucking commando. He did this thing that lots of guys try and fail to do, where they gyrate their hips from side to side as they thrust, but with Tom it was hitting the spot, sweeping across my g-spot because his cock was so hard. I could feel all of my senses fading, and I knew a second orgasm was coming, so I put my arms around his neck and whisper “I’m going to come again, I want you to come with me.”

Tom grunts in response so I know he’s close, and I whisper again “I want you to come all over me…”

As soon as I start moaning in my tell-tale high pitch orgasm tone, Tom knows. He takes hold of my ankles, spreads my legs wide and throws his head back as he thrusts harder and faster, groaning and moaning loudly enough that they must have heard us three doors down the hallway. As his back arches, he shoots a mammoth load of hot sticky cum all the way from my pussy up to my neck. I’m covered in two or three snail trails as he rolls off, panting next to me on the other side of the bed.

Regaining my composure, I let out a loud ‘AHHH’ followed by a “Tom, that was A-MAZING!! Fuuucckkkk”

He puffs his cheeks, replying with a growling “Yes it was…”

Jack is still watching, not wanking.

“Jack, you gonna’ come finish me off?” I say, knowing the answer.

“No I’m good.” he says.

“Really man?” Tom said “She’s amazing! Come on…”

“Yeah I’m good. Maybe you can both erm, just get the fuck out, I’m tired.” he said. “Fuck off.”

I felt bad, *Amelie didn’t.* Tom I doubt even considered his friends feelings in his balls-emptied state. We both got dressed quickly, and left Jack to his sweaty cum-stained bed, and I went back to Tom’s room where I fucked him two more times before the sun rose and I flew home to my husband.

This was my first true cuckold experience, I’m so glad to share it with you all.

Jack un-connected me on LinkedIn.

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