Staying Employed Part 10 (MF)

I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover. I’d returned promptly to my room and thrown up in the toilet. After sitting on the bathroom floor for a while, I made sure I was cleaned up and went down to the hotel bar where I had several glasses of wine in quick success at the hotel bar. I went back to my room, and cried in bed before I fell asleep. All I could keep thinking was “What have I done? How did I end up here?”

I couldn’t stomach the idea of eating when I got up, so I had some coffee, got dressed in a professional outfit and made my way to the first session of the convention. The topic was something related to pseudo-organic social media campaigns. My mind kept drifting. One moment I was looking at the powerpoint presentation on the large screen. The next, I could feel Todd’s thick cock between my lips, his shaft rapidly expanding and contracting as he jetted his cum into my mouth.

What the fuck was I doing? I had a good marriage. A good partner. We’d had a rough year, but it was bad luck, not because Keith was a bad person. I should have let myself get fired, and found another job. Now Ballard had collateral, and I was trapped. I didn’t see anything I could do except see my year through. Lick some dicks, no more indiscretions, and come out the other end with my marriage intact.

I didn’t hear from Ballard about my second assignment for a day which was a blessing. It gave me some time to re-steel my nerves, and recalibrate what my goals were in all of this. It was Wednesday now. The conference was supposed to end Sunday at lunchtime, with Keith coming in Monday morning to spend a few days with me here. I got better at paying attention, and began to make some good connections. It’s hard to build a real career at anything without serious networking, and that’s what these things mostly were.

Ballard left me a note that my other encounter was to be Saturday night. I didn’t have any idea who it was going to be, but it seemed I was to be given a room number like last time. I did some quick video chats with Keith as the week went on, and he seemed excited to see me on Monday. He asked how the whole thing was going, and I told him it was all rather dull. I was avoiding the nightly drinking sessions by and large – sticking around at the end of the day for a glass of wine and a chat with some folks but leaving before everyone got drunk.

Saturday afternoon rolled around, and Ballard stopped me briefly to confirm I knew about my meeting that night. I told him I wasn’t going to miss it. He seemed a little nervous about this one – perhaps it was someone important to the firm. Still, I had everything set up, and had played up my tiredness to Keith so I could tell him I was calling it a night early and avoid a video chat that night.

I was supposed to be doing my special visit to Ballard’s lucky guest at 9pm. Mid afternoon Keith had texted me to check and see how I was doing. He asked if I had anything going on that evening. I told him I was tired, and would be in my room. He wanted to do a quick phone chat at 8, and I said that’d be fine. At 7:30 I jumped in the shower and washed up, figuring I could get dressed right after I had chatted to Keith and then head upstairs to the 28th floor.

I was fresh out of the shower, and drying my hair when I heard a knock on the door. I went over to stand by the door, wearing only the hotel bathing robe. I continued drying my hair and called “Who is it?” through the door.

“Room service!” came the reply.

“I didn’t order any room service,” I responded. “I think you have the wrong room.”

“Ma’am, this is a special order, courtesy of.. “ there was a moment of pause as though the person was checking for something. “Keith,” they finished finally. I sighed. He must have ordered something he knew I would like off the room service menu. I wrapped the towel around my hair, and then opened the door.

Keith stood there, with a shit-eating grin on his face with the room-service waiter standing behind him with a cart laden with food.

“I flew in early to surprise you!” he said. My heart stopped cold in my chest. In just over an hour I was supposed to be going upstairs to a strangers room and getting them off. Now what the fuck was I going to do?

—–

Right after dinner Keith made a move on me, and he wasn’t subtle about it. He grabbed my ass underneath the towel I had worn to eat and pulled me against him, whispering “I’ve missed you” before covering my mouth with his. As his tongue probed my mouth, I could feel his erect cock pressing against me through his jeans. I did some quick mental math, and decided if we had a quickie, maybe I could get him to fall asleep and sneak out for 20-30 minutes.

I stepped back and let my towel fall to the floor to stand there naked before him. Walking backwards, I moved to the bed, and lay back on it with my legs spread wide. “Fuck me,” I whispered. I did want him to. I’d wanted a cock inside me ever since I’d put my tongue on Todd.

Keith stepped up to the edge of the bed, pulling his cock out through his fly. He guided himself into me, and then grabbed my ankles with his hands. Holding my legs wide, he began to plow his rod into me. Lying back as I was, ankles held wide I couldn’t do anything to stop him even if I wanted to. I didn’t. I pushed my hips into his thrusts as best I could. I reached a hand down between my legs and began to touch my clit lightly with my fingertips. The position reminded me of the day Ballard had almost fucked me on his desk.

At the thought, the feeling of nervousness and powerlessness combined came back in a rush. I remembered lying there, feeling Ballard’s cock pressed up against my helpless pussy and hoping he wouldn’t fuck me the way that Keith was now. My orgasm hit me hard and fast at the memory. I bucked my hips, my fingers working furiously on my clit. Keith groaned his excitement at my pussy clenching and unclenching on his shaft as I came.

With a growl he pulled out of me, kicked his pants off and flipped me onto my stomach. He grabbed one of the pillows and stuffed it under my hips, putting my ass high in the air. I felt his cock against me, and then he was inside me again, thrusting me down into the bed as he drove his prick into me over and over again.

The slapping sound of skin on skin accompanied his grunts and he slid in and out of me. I could feel him swelling, could feel he was getting close. “I’m gonna cum!” he cried, and pressed himself deep inside me.

Keith gave a series of low grunts, and with each one I could feel his cock spewing his cum inside me. He didn’t even move, holding his dick as deep inside me as he could, pulsing nad twitching. Eventually he stilled, but left his dick wrapped in my cunt. I figured he was done and I shifted to grab a small towel to clean up with. If I was quick, I could still make the rendezvous. Keith wasn’t finished. He started moving again, working his still semi hard prick inside my pussy. I felt his cock begin to grow again, stiffening like a balloon inside of me. Soon he was thrusting again, and I could feel the cum from his first orgasm leaking out of my pussy and sliding down my legs. I was never going to get upstairs in time. Keith wanted to fuck me again. In fucking me, little did Keith know that now Ballard was going to have his turn in me too.

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