The Business Conference

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Business conferences are always a surreal experience. You’re living out of a suitcase in a hotel, working from your laptop in a city far from home.

Business conferences are always a surreal experience. You’re living out of a suitcase in a hotel, working from your laptop in a city far from home. This time around, my workmate Livy had attended the conference as well. She wasn’t supposed to attend; another colleague had been scheduled, but due to the newest merger talks, Livy ended up filling the vacant space. Livy is a very attractive woman, 5 foot 11, dark brown hair, baby blue eyes. Even though many of my male colleagues in the company thought she was attractive, it was her intelligence and wit that really did it for me. Day one of the conference had come and gone uneventfully and the day’s workshops had adjourned at 4:30. Livy walked with me to my room; she stopped and waited until I had unlocked the door. “Pick you up at 5:30 for dinner.” I got in my room, kicked off my shoes and checked my email. I called home to check on my parents and jumped in the shower. At 5:45 there was a knock on the door. Livy was standing there in her standard casual-Friday attire: corporate logo denim shirt and a pair of tight pants. Livy had already called the desk for a cab and made reservations at a local seafood restaurant. We didn’t say much on the cab ride there. We had already seen more of each other in the past forty-eight hours than we usually saw each other all year. Dinner was non-eventful; we ordered coffee and dessert. Somewhere between the key-lime pie and the Irish coffee, the tension started to build. We had both felt it in the past, but we saw each other so rarely because we worked in different offices it was nothing more than a fleeting nudge. However, this time, the conversation became more intimate and personal. We soon hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel. As we walked through the lobby, Livy asked me if I wanted to go to the lounge and get a drink. As we headed into the lounge, we saw several familiar faces of fellow conference attendees. We gave a nod and headed toward the back of the bar. We ordered our drinks and slowly began an awkward conversation; this whole time her face was flushed and and I guess her pussy wet. I had that same look on my face and I felt I had a raging hard on under my pants. The hard on in my pants grew with each conversation and each round of drinks. We both hoped this night would turn into a long one. A few drinks later, it was last call; we reluctantly headed towards our rooms. When we arrived at my room Livy leaned over and asked to come in. She planted a hungry passionate kiss on my mouth. Her mouth was warm and moist. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and change. When I exited, a tray of snacks and wine had arrived from room service. After another drink, she walked over to me and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her hands were gentle and tender . Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. My mouth then moved to her neck and down to her now exposed breasts. Her nipples were erect with anticipation and my agile fingers and tongue were making her pussy dripping wet. We lay down on the bed, stripping our clothes off in the process. I put my head down between her legs. She let out a moan as my tongue lapped up her liquid. I licked and sucked until she was bucking her hips in approval as she came. She then got to her knees and took my dick in her mouth. I muttered, “Holy Shit Livy, you’ve got the whole thing in your mouth.” I fucked her mouth and she eagerly kept up with the frantic rhythm. When I came, I shot a huge load and she happily drank it all. I then lay down on the bed hoping for a brief respite. She had other ideas as she figured this would be the only time this would happen. She lowered her dripping pussy onto my dick. She rode my member, sliding her hard, aching clit against my dick with each stroke. I felt her come, but she didn’t stop riding my dick. She could tell I was trying to hold back, but after what seemed like hours I couldn’t contain my molten come from exploding into her. She screamed in approval as I came. She got off and walked over to the room service tray still sitting there. She had a few nibbles of cheese and topped off our wine glasses. When she climbed back under the covers, I rolled Livy over and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. I knelt behind her and rammed my rock hard cock into her still wet cunt. With each stroke I pumped harder and faster than before. I reached around and began working her clit with my left hand and pulling her into my cock with my right. Her pussy was getting wetter with each flick on my fingers on her clit. She repeatedly called out, “Fuck me, baby boy.” I must admit when she said this, her total release of self-control and caution turned me on. She screamed with pleasure as she came and I blew yet another huge load of come into her dripping, gaping hole. As soon as I came, I rolled her on her back and threw her quivering legs over my shoulders. I rammed my still throbbing cock into her again. As I fucked her she let me know how long she had wanted me, “I knew you were going to be a great fuck.” This time I pulled out and blew a wad of come all over her tits. She then asked if I wanted her to leave. Not only did I invite her to stay the rest of the night, but to be my roommate for the remainder of the week. It was now the best conference I had ever attended, and I knew it was going to get even better.

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