Last month I finished a real-estate convention in Vegas. My brokerage had a booth and we covered things like market trends, forecasts, raw material costs and interest rates. Blah, blah, blah. It was work but it’s what I do!
For those of you who have attended these functions, there is your working floor space and an area behind your booth to conduct private negotiations, contracts, etc.
The first day was going well when I noticed a man in the next booth consistently looking my way. When our eyes met he politely nodded and we went about our business. When things had slowed I saw him walking my way. He introduced himself as Jack and told me a little about his business. He was in his forties, good shape, with a definite swagger. Maybe that’s putting it too mildly. He was cocky almost to a fault.
He explained that in his previous life he was a fighter pilot and trained in Miramar. (top gun) I’m sure many panties came off right then but I wasn’t buying the goods. He asked me to dinner and drinks after the day had ended. I graciously declined while informing him that I was happily married.
Later that night I told my husband the entire story. He asked if he was attractive and charming to which I replied ” he’s both but totally full of himself “. We both laughed and he told me to have fun. Whatever happens in Vegas sort of thing.
The next morning, Jack nodded as he entered his booth. Around 5:00 p.m., I saw Jack headed our way. When he reached the table a few of my employees were just about to leave for the day. Jack didn’t miss his opportunity. ” I hope I didn’t wake you when I left this morning “. Everyone looked my direction. What could I say? For a brief moment I was speechless. After that initial shock, words began to form. ” Before you’d ever be in my room, I have to be certain you could satisfy me with that little thing.”
That cleared the area and as they left Jack retorted with ” honey, you’d be begging for more”! Frazzled and insulted I looked Jack straight in the eyes and said ” if you have anything close to 7″ I’ll give you a blowjob right back there”. Pointing towards the private areas behind my both. ” Challenge accepted” he firing right back.
As we walked into the room, I shut the door. I suspected that I might be in trouble. He answered too quickly and with entirely too much confidence. We’ll, I said as he reached for his zipper. For a brief moment he froze. I might have caught him bluffing. My heart swelled with pride as he slid his zipper down.
Flop, it dropped out not quite hard but quickly growing. It was over six inches and rapidly swelling. I knew I’d been caught bluffing. I slowly slid up my skirt and slunk to my knees. He was right at 7″ and clearly proud. My thumb and middle finger struggled to touch as I wrapped my hand around his member. He was now at full attention as I parted my lips to take pay my bet.
I hadn’t taken him into my mouth ten times before he exploded. It caught me off guard but I swallowed every drop. I quickly rose as he began to soften. “If that’s what would have had me begging for more, then I’ll stick with my fingers. With that, I left the room. For the rest of the week he tried and failed to redeem his manhood. Jack if you happen to stubble upon this story, I’m still not impressed. Pew pew
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wdvlb4/caught_bluffing_fm