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Traveling for Business

Teri hated Mondays: hated them with a passion. “The worst day of the work week,” she uttered to herself as she pulled her wheeled garment bag behind her. Glass doors slid open and she stepped into the lobby. “At least this company gets nice hotel accommodations when we are on the road,” she muttered. Not that it made being away from her husband and kids any easier but at least it was comfortable. Tap, tap, tap went her black kitten heels across the marble floor. Two heads in the bar turned her direction then went back to watching the pre-game. “Ah, the one redeeming factor to Mondays,” Teri said under her breath. “Monday night football.”

Turning down the side hallway, she stopped before the elevator and pressed the button. The doors slid open and she stepped inside dragging her luggage behind her. The door slid effortlessly closed and the elevator began to move. Teri sat the rolling garment bag on the floor and leaned against the corner of the elevator. She watched as the floors ticked by...3...4...5...6. Gathering the bag she stepped from the elevator and started down the hall to her room.

Once inside, Teri kicked off her shoes and adjusted the thermostat. “Well, that was silly,” she said aloud in the empty room. Just back from a trip to Mexico with her husband, she fell into her pattern while there without even thinking. “No need to have it cool enough to snuggle,” she commented, “since you'll be here alone.” Teri slipped off her black suit jacket and skirt hanging them in the closet. Padding into the bathroom in her stockings she flipped on the light and looked into the mirror. She sighed. Her eyes looked tired. “Beginning to look my age.” The figure in the mirror stared back at her. Teri reached for a wash cloth. Suddenly, she stopped. “For some reason I do not feel like sitting alone in this hotel room this evening.” Perhaps it was because it was her first road trip after her vacation with her husband. Perhaps it was that she always watched Monday night football. Perhaps it was just that she just did not want to be alone. Teri walked in and extracted her makeup bag from her luggage.

Back in the bathroom, she patted a bit of white highlighter under her eyes. Dusting powder to set the highlighter she then grabbed some navy eye liner and went to work. Several moments later, smoky club eyes looked back at her. A light coat of soft peach lip gloss completed her makeover. Taking a moment to refresh her perfume she strolled back to the rolling garment bag and tossed it on the bed. She reached for a faded denim skirt. It was one of her favorites – comfy and short enough that it showed her sculpted legs to their finest. As she started to take out the red lace t-shirt Teri remembered the number one rule of sales travel. “Darn! I guess I should save that in case I get held over. You can't let a client see you in the same outfit during the same trip,” she reminded herself. Rummaging through the bag she extracted the jersey she had purchased when she thought she would be watching the game with her husband. She held it up. It would do. Teri tugged the figure hugging camisole off gently and tossed it on the bed. Her bra was a lacy black demi-cup with push up pads. The suit jackets always fit Teri better if she wore a push-up bra. For a brief moment Teri looked in the mirror appreciating the contrast of the black lace against her creamy fair skin. “Should I remove my stockings?” she asked herself. “Nope, way too much trouble for a ballgame in a hotel bar.” Teri slipped the jersey over her head and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt. The big orange #40 hid the sheerness of the fabric in the normal room lighting. Sliding her feet back into her kitten heels, Teri turned to look into the full-length mirror. “You will do,” she approved with a slight smile. “Not that it will make a difference anyway.” Teri tucked the room key and credit card inside the pocket of her jeans skirt as she left the room. “Burger and beer, here I come!” she announced to the empty hallway.

Teri waited for the elevator. The doors slid open and she stepped inside. The doors began to close. A hand inserted itself into the opening stopping the door's progress. A husky voice intoned, “Thank you, ma'am,” as he stepped inside the elevator. Immediate Teri noticed the way his tight jeans hugged his slender hips and firm thighs. Teri allowed her eyes to slowly travel from his thighs and waist up to his chest. The white cotton shirt was open to mid-chest. A slow smile spread across his lips. He took a step forward. His eyes met hers. “I can see you are a Bears fan, Ma'am,” he smirked in a low, sexy drawl. “I assume you are prepared to receive a butt-whoopin' this evening?” he challenged. Teri rose to the bait. She never backed down from a challenge. In fact, Teri was anything but shy or reserved when it came to sharing her opinions. She was used to taking charge, both in the board room and the bedroom. She looked him directly in the eye, “Not at all, sir. Are you prepared to eat your words?”

Laughter filled the elevator as the doors opened. Teri prepared to step out of the elevator when an arm reached across her path. With an insolent grin he stared at her. “I am prepared to eat,” he clarified. “Come,” and taking her arm he led her out of the elevator. Teri had no idea why she followed him other than his hand was pressing the small of her back urging her along. The heat seared through her jersey as they walked into the bar.

The bar was still all but empty. Black mesh shades now covered the glass windows that looked out on the lobby. The same two men she had seen at the bar earlier were still there. Teri saw one couple in a booth in the back corner; the sight jarred her back to reality. “You are a married woman!” she chastised herself. “Just what the hell do you think you are doing?” A little voice in her head countered, “Nothing bad; it's just a little flirting. Just having some fun. A little dinner . . . Besides, you know your husband's been encouraging you to explore . . .”

A voice interrupted her turmoil. “Table for two?” Before Teri could respond, the stranger replied, “We'll just sit at the bar, thank you.” Teri breathed a sigh of relief internally but she allowed the pressure of his hand to steer her to an empty bar stool a few spaced down from the pair of men already seated there. Teri looked around the room. It was a nice place to watch a game or have a quick sandwich. The bar was well-kept and a row of top-shelf liquor sat prominently next to the register. Teri wondered why the brass rail was on the inside of the bar instead of the outer edge like most places. “The installer must not have paid attention and they didn't want to have it redone,” she rationalized without really giving it any thought.

Teri climbed up on the barstool and turned her attention to the beers on tap. The stranger took the seat beside her. The bartender approached. “What can I get for you, miss?” he queried. Teri ordered a Shinerbock. “The usual, sir?” he asked. Teri again swept the room with her gaze. Should she change her mind and return to her room? Probably. For whatever reason, she didn't. A masculine finger reached over and touched her chin turning her face toward his. “Hey,” he said softly. “Regretting your bet already?” he teased. Teri swallowed hard as sensations shot through her body at his touch. Nervous energy tingled and she did not know why. Just then a whoop from the two at the bar broke the spell. Both turned to the TV. “YES!” Teri exulted. “I can't believe you guys were dumb enough to kick to Devon!” “Regretting your bet already?” she countered.

Their drinks arrived. Teri saw a shot glass filled with clear liquid along side her beer. Her eyebrow raised in question. “Patron.” he said without being asked. “Drink it.” “I don't do shots,” Teri declined. “Drink it,” he said calmly. Teri picked up the glass. Her hand trembled slightly. He leaned closer. She had no idea why she obeyed. “Yes, good.” he whispered in her ear. Teri brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. It burned. She started to sit the glass back down on the counter. “Drink it for me, baby,” he ordered. “All of it.” Teri brought the glass back to her lips. She felt the liquid heat sliding down her throat. It burned. His thumb brushed against her jawline. His breath was hot and moist against her ear. “Good girl. You liked it didn't you?” Teri shuddered. “Yes,” she breathed almost so low he could not hear. His lips touched the side of her neck. Teri felt wet heat between her thighs. “Your boy's on his back,” he whispered in her ear.

Teri tried to focus her attention on the game. She took a swallow of her beer. Her eyes were staring at the screen. She was cheering and commenting on the game but her mind was racing. The man on the seat next to her smiled inside. He had not planned on this added bonus this evening. Well, not planned too far in advance, he amended. From the minute he saw her hot ass swaying, prim and proper in her black silk suit, walking through the lobby he felt a challenge. Challenges excited him.

In her efforts to focus on something other than the virile man beside her, she drank her beer quickly and ordered another. The bartender brought her beer along with another small glass. Teri looked at the shot glass then at the stranger beside her. Looking him directly in the eye, she raised it to her lips and downed the Patron. He laughed delightedly. “Yes,” he thought to himself, “this one is going to be a challenge.” Teri sat her glass down on the bar in disgust as the Bears O-line allowed yet another sack of their already-battered quarterback.

Back and forth the battle raged. Both on the football field and at the bar. The bartender watched with interest as the petite woman struggled to hang onto her control. He had seen this before. And he had never seen anyone put up anything remotely resembling this much of a fight. It was enough to arouse him just from watching the two. Perhaps it was her petite frame. Perhaps it was the fact that it was Monday night and his favorite night to work. Perhaps it was simply because he had seen this before and knew what was in store. He didn't know. He didn't care.

The couple left at half-time. No one else noticed except for the bartender who closed their tab out. The two men at the bar slowed their pace but ordered some food. They were clearly here for the duration. That was just fine with the man. The Patron was clearly having its effect on Teri. She did not notice that her mini-skirt had ridden up and the top of her thigh high hose were now exposed. But the man next to her had. He signaled the bartender. The bartender knew what he meant.

Teri finished her beer. She excused herself to go to the restroom. The man next to her stood up and extended his hand. He helped her off the barstool. “Would you like something to eat?” he asked. Teri nodded gratefully. Now that she was on her feet she knew she had been drinking too much too fast on an empty stomach. “That would be great,” she returned. She walked toward the restroom deliberately, trying to stay on top of her heels.

Teri entered the ladies' room and took the first stall. Sliding the wispy black lace panties over her hips and thighs she relieved the urgent pressure of her bladder. Her head fell against the wall of the stall as she tried to calm her chaotic mind. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked herself aloud to the empty space. “You are a married woman with two kids at home. You have no business playing with this kind of fire!” Teri pressed her index fingers to her temples in an effort to stop the voices chastising her. “I can handle it!” she asserted. “I am no shrinking violet who allows men to take advantage of her.” Teri finished her purpose and exited the stall. She approached the sink and looked into the mirror overhead. She had not been aware when she bought it but the jersey was very, very sheer. Or maybe she had. After all, she purchased it to wear with her husband. “Oh, well,” she said, “not much I can do about it now.” The water started in the sink as soon as she put her hands under the faucet. Cool water ran over her hands and wrists. Appearing back in control, she dried her hands and exited the washroom.

Teri returned to the bar and climbed up on the stool sliding it a bit farther away from the man next to her as she did so. She did not notice that the lights were lower or that she was now alone in the bar with only the bartender and the man beside her. The game still was playing on the television above the bar but the sound seemed muted to Teri. She turned to ask a question. As she turned his hand entangled in the back of her hair. Teri gasped, part in surprise and part at the shards of pleasure that shot through her body at his contact. His mouth claimed hers: his tongue snaking inside her open mouth to stroke her tongue. Teri could not help herself. She kissed him back. His hands tightened their grip on her hair and pulled her head back firmly. Teri moaned against his mouth. He pulled away, his hands still entwined in her hair. “You like it?” he queried softly. Teri could only nod but it did not matter because he already knew the answer. He tugged at her hair pulling her head back farther. Teri felt the pain-pleasure build. His free hand slid up the inside of her thigh to stroke the strip of skin at the top of her hose. Teri quivered. “Don't.” she said. But her body betrayed her as her legs slid wider apart to allow him free access.

Having made his point, he released her hair and gestured to the sandwich on the counter in front of her. His hand remained on her thigh. Teri was grateful to see a sandwich even if it was not the burger she had originally wanted. In fact, she did not even remember what it was she wanted right now. With trembling fingers she picked up the club sandwich and took a bite. His thumb reached up to wipe a speck of mayonnaise from the swell of her lower lip. His thumb pressed against her lips. Instinctively, Teri reacted sucking his thumb into her mouth and stroking it with her tongue. “Good girl,” he murmured for her ears only. Teri had no idea what she was doing. Gently he removed his thumb.. Quickly she took another bite of the sandwich following it with a swallow of the Shinerbock.

“Would you look at that!” he crowed as the Packers knocked Jay Cutler to the ground yet again. “Your boy spends more time on his back that a two-dollar hooker the weekend after payday,” he chortled. Teri swallowed hard. She suddenly became aware of the fingers drawing lazy circles on the bare skin of her thigh. She wiggled to pull the skirt down in an attempt to cover the exposed area. “Sit still,” he said quietly. Teri looked at him disbelievingly. Her mouth opened. Then closed without a sound. Teri turned to face the big screen TV. Her body followed direction. Her mind did not. For Teri reality centered in the trembling deep within her body and the man next to her causing it. She was not sure she had ever felt this way before; so aroused when she had not even been really touched; so frightened of him, of herself, of what might happen; so alive.

The bartender busied himself with putting away the glassware and straightening the bottles. He kept an eye on the couple at the other end of the bar out of the corner of his eye. His own body was on full alert. He never quite knew what to expect when this visitor came into his bar. And came, he often did, the bartender thought to himself with a smirk. About this same time every visit he wondered again just how he had been chosen that first night. He could never put his finger on it: never was able to determine what, for sure, the visitor saw in him that made him approach and bring him into the folds of his plan. But, approach and include him he had. And it had been an interesting partnership since. A partnership that was certainly not without its own set of perks. His thighs tensed inside his black slacks. He felt the hardness of the item hidden there, reminding him of his next role.

“I'll have another beer,” the man ordered from the other end of the bar. He looked at Teri. She had a third of her beer remaining. His eyebrow lifted in silent question. Teri shook her head knowing she was on precarious ground as it was. A beer and two shot glasses appeared. He reached for his shot and held it up in tribute. A slight smile flitted at the corners of his mouth. “To beautiful women,” he toasted waiting for Teri to pick up her glass. Teri raised her own glass and smiled, “Thank you.” she said softly. Their glasses touched and electricity shot through Teri's body as surely as if he had touched her naked skin. A slow smile spread across his lips. Teri drank her shot in an attempt to break the moment. It did not work. She watched, helpless, as he raised his glass and tipped it slowly along the curve of her neck allowing the Patron to dribble down her neck. Before she could protest or move, his mouth followed the trail of liquid licking its way down the side of her neck. Teri whimpered. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Teri did not know if she was trying to pull away or hang on. She did not really care any longer.

The heat from his tongue seared her tender flesh. Splinters of desire shattered through her body. Like a cat licking cream, his tongue worked its way over the sensitive skin of her neck. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned. Teri gasped as his mouth pulled away, the cold air hitting her warmed flesh making her ache for the return of his attentions. All coherent though left Terri's head. Her eyes smoldered with passion that needed release. He felt the tension in her body and, for a brief moment, was disappointed. He thought there would be more challenge than this in her. His hands grasped hers as he removed them from his shoulders. His eyes briefly met the gaze of the bartender as they silently exchanged a knowing glance. His fingers pressed into her wrists causing them to ache under the pressure. Teri tried to pull away. Her eyes widened as she realized she was now pressed against the surface of the bar and pinned. “Yes,” he breathed softly. “That's the woman I thought I saw in there,” he mused. His hand released one wrist. Teri raised her arm in preparation to strike. His large hand yanked her arm over her head trapping the second wrist along the way. His cock jumped in his pants as he forced her arms over head raising her breasts with them.

Teri felt something cold and hard pressing against her wrist. The bar counter behind her caused her back to arch and thrusting her breasts into the air. Teri tried to free her wrists but she could not. Something was keeping them together and over her head. She struggled in vain. Through her Patron-induced haze she realized that someone had handcuffed her to the brass rail on the inside of the bar. Teri pulled against the restraints feeling the metal of the cuffs press into her soft flesh. She moaned, half in pain and half in something else she did not quite recognize. She closed her eyes to try and martial her thoughts.

Cool air hit her bare skin and Teri realized hands were pulling the jersey from the waistband of her skirt. Goose pimples popped up from the cold air hitting her flesh. Every nerve ending in her body tingled. She could feel her breathing coming in rapid gasps. Teri forced her eyes open. Hands grasped her breasts through her bra. Her nipples hardened in response. Teri felt cold hardness press between her breasts. She held her breath in fear. Suddenly there was the sound of ripping fabric and her breasts sprang free from their lacy restraint. “Exquisite,” he said in a husky voice. His eyes raked her perky tits. Their nipples stood at attention already. The contrast between the creamy smoothness of her breasts and the deep rose color of her nipples. “Lick her nipples,” he ordered. For a moment Teri was confused. Her breaths came in short gasps. “Is someone else still here?” panicked voices echoed in her head. “Is someone else seeing me like this?” Out of the corner of her eye she saw a man moving toward her. It took a moment but she realized it was the bartender as he approached. Teri watched his hand as it moved toward her breast. She waited for the pain. It did not come. Instead she felt a firm but gentle grasp on her breast. His thumb lightly brushing over the distended nipple. In spite of herself a moan escaped her lips. Her eyes widened as she watched his fingers roll her nipple between them. Her heart pounded deep within her chest.

Hard hands stroked along her thighs pushing them open. Her knees buckled at the first stroke of his hands. Teri had to rely on the bar to hold her up. She felt his fingers at the top of her panties, ever-so-lightly teasing along the top edge of black lace. An index finger slid under the lace. Teri bit her lip. The gentleness of his touch surprised her. She started to relax. Her eyes closed as she saw the bartender's head moving toward her breast. Warm soft lips closed over the swollen crest sucking and licking and biting and then licking again. Swells of heat rose between her thighs. Deep in her belly she felt her insides turn to liquid as his mouth worked on her nipple. Suddenly, the hand on her panties grabbed the lace and pulled. Threads gave way with a sharp tearing sound as the panties were ripped from her body. Teri cried in surprise, “Wait! Please.....” No one paid any attention to her feeble request. The mouth moved from the first nipple to the other. The abandoned nipple ached with protest as the mouth teased and satisfied the other. Teri felt the cool air hit the moist folds between her legs. She steeled herself for the intrusion.

Several minutes went by. Her nipples ached from the lavish attention being paid them. Her stomach muscles trembled with want. Teri could feel her clit hard and swollen and begging for attention. None came. Her back arched against the bar shoving her breast harder against the mouth pleasing it. “Stop,” the man commanded. Teri was not sure what he meant until she felt the mouth leave her breast. Her knees were shaking. He lifted the jersey up over her head. She felt it bunched around her forearms. She felt hands on her wrists as the cuffs were undone. Teri pulled away and tried to stand. The jersey came off and fell to the floor. The bartender extended his hand to help her from the bar but Teri smacked his hand away as she crumpled to the floor. Teri swallowed a sob as she curled into a ball and tried to gather her strength. Laughter echoed from the entrance to the near empty bar as the stranger from the elevator looked down at the heap of woman on the floor in front of him. Teri heard the muffled laughter and turned her head. She opened her mouth. “Please,” was all that came out.

“Please what?” the man countered in a slightly sardonic voice. “Please stop? Please fuck me? Please what, slut?'” Teri felt cold shock hit her as he spoke. Her wrists were chaffed from the hard metal of the handcuffs. Her thighs were damp with the remnants of her desire. She was confused. Desperately she tried to gather her wits and respond in her normal biting and sarcastic manner. She always did that when she felt out of control. Again she opened her mouth but no sound came out. “I thought not,” he said with a smug lilt to his voice. Calmly he walked around her heaving body and sat on a chair …..waiting. For several moments no one moved. Slowly Teri drug her body to her knees. Her breasts hung free, the nipples still erect he noticed with pleasure. He liked being right. And he had been very right with this one he decided silently. Seeing her there on her knees, lips swollen from the way she had bitten them to keep from crying out, made his cock throb within his tight jeans. With one hand he motioned to the bartender to approach her; with the other he idly ran his fingers over the length of his hard stick.

The bartender walked over and stood next to the chair. His hand slowly pulled down his zipper. Teri watched as his fingers freed his manhood. It was fully erect and very thick. The thickest Teri had seen in a long, long while. The tip glistened. The heat began to build between her thighs. Her pussy was swollen and wet. Her dry lips parted and her tongue darted out to wet them. Teri watched as the bartender wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly his hand stroked up over his hardness swiveling over the head and then running back down its hard length. Again his hand made the journey. Teri's nipples hardened again in response. The man in the chair crooked his finger at her calling her closer. Teri obeyed. Slowly she crawled across the floor causing her skirt to ride even higher over her plump round ass. The bartender could see the muscles in her ass moving as she crawled. Teri stopped about a foot away from the male duo. Now that she was closer she could see the bartender truly had an impressive tool. It was thick with a large head. And he was very aroused. Teri stayed motionless on her knees.

A hand smacked her ass startling her. Her eyes were so locked on the site of the bartender's hand on his own cock that she had not seen the man get up from the chair and walk behind her. The tingles on her flank had hardly begun to subside before the second blow came. The second blow was so forceful a red hand print stained her pale skin. “Come on, bitch,” the voice behind her demanded, “Suck that dick.” Teri hesitated. Her hesitation was met with another slap – this time on the other cheek. Teri leaned forward. Her lips were trembling as she opened her mouth. A gentle hand reached down and lifted her chin slightly. The bartender allowed his fingers to run along her jawline as he placed the tip of his hard cock against her slightly opened lips. Slowly his fingers traced her jawline back around the delicate shell of her ear then settled in her hair. He twirled his fingers slowly grazing her scalp with his nails. Shivers ran down Teri's spine. Twisting her hair in his fingers he pulled firmly and slowly. Teri gasped with pleasure-pain. His other hand pressed his cock into her now open mouth. “Ohhhhh,” Teri breathed against his cock. Her mouth was wet and warm. He felt himself being sucked in slowly. Her tongue slid down the side of his cock as she slowly engulfed his hardness.

Over and over her mouth moved up and down the length of his manhood. The bartender closed his eyes and gave himself up to the feelings the mouth on his cock produced. His fingers still in her hair, he held her mouth tight against him as he began to thrust. Teri's hands came up to grasp his hips to steady herself. His cock was thick in her mouth. Perhaps the thickest cock she had ever taken in her mouth, much thicker than her husband who was longer but had less girth. She had forgotten how pleasurable it was to feel filled. The realization aroused her further. Teri pulled back slightly and focused on the head of his cock. Gently she ran her tongue over the slit at its tip. Pre-cum oozed out. It tasted earthy and slightly sweet. Hungrily she sucked harder while running her tongue along the ridge on the underside of his cock. The bartender groaned loudly. “That's right, baby.” he crooned. “Suck my dick. You like sucking a big, hard dick, don't you?” Teri could not answer: she was preoccupied with making sure she sucked every drop of pre-cum as it came from his cock. Her husband was not a big fan of blow-jobs and Teri missed that aspect of sex. It excited her to hear the bartender urging her on. Her mouth clamped down tighter on his distended cock. She could feel the veins as her lips and tongue worked their way over him.

The man behind Teri watched the hunger with which she performed her task on the bartender. From his rear vantage point he could see that her pussy lips had spread slightly. There was a glistening sheen on her feminine folds. He eased the button from his own jeans and slid his zipper down. One hand slipped inside to rearrange his dick. He slid his jeans down over his trim hips revealing a black cock ring tightly holding him in place. The pressure from the cock ring increased the heat within his crotch. His long fingers slid underneath his scrotum to massage his balls. His dick strained within the confines of the cock ring at the touch of his own hand and the sight before him. The bartender's head was thrown back in pleasure. His hands wrapped in the woman's hair while her hands held his hips close. Sinking to his knees behind her, he took his own dick in hand and brushed it against her silky feminine folds. He eased his dick in slowly feeling her muscles contract around its head. He wanted to slam his hips against her ass and bury himself to the hilt but he exercised restraint. He always did. It made the full entry more intense.

Teri felt the velvety steel of his cock as it pushed against the entrance to her pussy. Hot molten desire flooded through her stomach and traveled down to settle in her center. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned against the hard cock in her mouth. The vibrations caused the bartender to groan in response. His balls tightened as he thrust into her warm, wet mouth.

Teri sucked in hard as the warm flesh slammed into her quivering pussy. Her throat muscles contracted milking the cock deep within. Ripples of pleasure spread all over her body as the stranger grabbed her ass pulled her tighter against him. He pushed deep within her, the tip of his long cock rubbing against her cervix. His balls held tight by the leather strap of his cock ring rubbed against her outer lips. Slowly he withdrew until the head of his dick hit the ring of muscles at the entrance. He felt her pussy squeezing as she moved in and out against the bartender's dick. Flexing his thighs he inched himself back inside her wet canal. Tight ridges caressed his dick as he inched inside again. He could feel every ridge of muscle as he slid deeper and deeper. His balls had begun to ache. Twice more he withdrew and slowly slid back inside. His eyes were locked on the sight of the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He nodded to the bartender.

Teri gagged as the bartender's dick slammed into the back of her throat with furious intensity. His hands allowed no retreat as he used her hair to hold her mouth full against him. Her hand shifted from his buttocks to cup his balls through his pants. His hips bucked wildly as he moved toward his own orgasm. Teri squeezed his balls and was rewarded with a shot of hot cum against the back of her throat. Desperately she tried to take in all of his cock with her mouth. Her tongue stroked the underside along the ridge of his head. The hand still on his buttocks clenched to hold him against her mouth but he was too strong and pulled away. Gobs of thick white cum spurted from his cock hitting Teri in the face and dropping down onto her swaying tits. Teri watched as the bartender turned to sit on the chair at a table nearby. Her eyes widened as she noticed he was still hard.

The stranger knew he was still hard. He always was. Whether the bartender did not get much sex outside of their bar-games or whether the scenarios and thrill of the situation aroused him tremendously or whether he was just one of those lucky guys who could have multiple orgasms within a quick period of time the stranger did not know. Nor did he really spend much time thinking about it. Whatever the reason, the bartender and his ability suited his purpose. More than suited it actually he admitted. He liked watching his hard dick. He liked how it looked as it split open their conquests’ lips. But most of all he liked that he controlled both of them; that neither would have an orgasm without his permission. His own dick jumped in response to the crystallization of the thought. His hand reached down and gripped his dick. He could feel her excitement on himself, wet and sticky. Slowly, totally in control he withdrew, this time allowing the head to slip past the feminine folds. Cold air hit him. His balls tingled with the pressure of the cock ring.

Teri gasped when he withdrew. She opened her mouth to speak. “Please,” was all she could muster. She knew as soon as the word left her mouth that she should not have uttered it. A sharp crack came down on her ass. The sting of his smack spread through her ass and thighs. She groaned. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, his voice harsh with his own arousal. “Yes, she was a nice find.” he congratulated himself for the fourth or fifth time this evening. Teri complied. Motionless, she waited, expecting to be taken from behind. Instead, she watched as the stranger walked around in front of her with his cock in hand. Before her he stood running his fingers over his swollen balls and stroking his cock. A whimper escaped her lips. “Clean it off,” he instructed. Teri opened her mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick around the head of his cock paying special attention to the slit. Like a cat licking cream she softly stroked and played with her tongue against him. He relaxed slightly. Teri licked her way down to the base of his cock. She looked up at him with questioning eyes his cock still deep within her throat. He nodded wordlessly. Teri released his cock and began licking his balls clean. Gently her tongue worked it way around the black leather of the cock ring alternating sucking and licking. She breathed in deep and inhaled the maleness of his manhood. Her tongue pleased and tormented at the same time. “Enough,” he said as he pulled back out of her reach.

Teri looked up and was surprised to see the bartender now standing beside the stranger. A tremor shot through her body. For the first time in her life Teri realized she was not in control over her sexuality. The thought of seeing what lie hidden so deep inside that she did not know it was there was thrilling and scary at the same time. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she shook her head trying to rid it of the thought running rampant there. “You wanted this,” it accused. “You know you wanted this. You want to be taken and used, don't you?” Even as she tried to dispel the accusation she understood it was true. She knew she should be ashamed at the thought. She knew she was not. She knew she wanted this – whatever this was – to happen. Teri felt her pussy throb in need. Her nipples ached. Silently she watched as the stranger lay down on the floor. The bartender moved beside her. He bent down and whispered something in her ear. Teri crawled toward the stranger. When she reached his prone body, she straddled his hips and sunk onto his hard, waiting cock.

The stranger moaned as her pussy engulfed him. His hands moved to grasp her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Teri tightened her thighs against his and arched her back moving his cock into a more pleasurable position. Moaning in pleasure and need she bucked up and down on his cock wildly. He realized he was giving her more leeway than he normally allowed for a first time but her pussy was squeezing him so nicely that he decided to allow it. His fingers tightened on her nipples as he twisted hard. “Oh, Oh, Oh,” Teri gasped in pleasure-pain. She slowed her ride. Warm, wet slid along her ass crack and flicked against the tight brown eye. Sensations she had never experienced before coursed through her center. She tensed again expecting a wave of pain. It never came. Fingers spread her ass wide as she felt his tongue slide just inside the puckers. The first wave of her orgasm came crashing causing her to cry out. “Yes, yes,” she panted as she bounced up and down on the stranger's long cock. Her muscles contracted violently around the cock buried within her. The fingers on her nipples pinched even harder. Again she cried out, “Yes, Ohhhh! YES!”

Hunger got the better of the stranger as he watched her face alive with the emotions of her orgasm. His own dick throbbed and his balls ached with need for release. His hips lifted off the floor as he thrust up into her wet, willing pussy. A hand reached between his legs and rested on the snap of the cock ring. His balls spasmed as the cum traveled up into his dick fighting its way out. Just as the first spurt of cum shot into that tight, hungry pussy the hand between his legs released the snap. Wave after wave of orgasm shot through his dick and into Teri's pussy. Her hands braced themselves against her thighs as she rode him harder and harder. Each spurt of cum seemed to drive her deeper into her own orgasm. Shudder after shudder wracked their bodies until she collapsed spent on top of the man from the elevator. For one moment he allowed her to lie there. “Get off me, slut,” he demanded in a low voice.

Teri silently removed her body from his and sat by his side. “That's better,” he acknowledged. “You may rest a while. Then you have to service my friend here,” he gestured with his hand to the bartender. He still has needs that require attention.” Teri shivered. This time she knew it was pleasure that made her skin prickle. “But clean yourself up first,” he ordered.

Teri silently got to her feet and made her way to the ladies' room. Once inside she leaned against the door. Eyes looked at her from the mirror above the sinks. For a brief moment she did not recognize the disheveled woman staring back at her. A tremulous smile spread across her lips as she began to move toward the sinks. As she turned on the water she thought, “Thank goodness this business trip is three days and you can get back to normal before you go home.” Even as she pushed a paper towel under the cool water she trembled at the thought of what the night might still hold.