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"Conventional Warfare"

I was never one for drinking on a business trip, but after ten hours of 
listening to the benefits of extruded plastic, I needed to unwind.  The 
convention hotel had a bar on the bottom floor.  It was one of those 
places that are built for drinking and meeting, not for any kind of view 
or gimmick menus.

It wasn't full of people yet, but it wasn't exactly empty.  I found 
myself a place at the bar, ordered myself something watered down and 
settled down for an hour of no brain activity.

That's probably why I almost fell off the stool, startled, when she 
asked me what I was drinking.

I turned around with a small smile in the voice's direction, growing a 
little as I took her in.  Man, she was gorgeous.  The classical 
hourglass form covered in a smart skirt suit, her brown hair clasped in 
a bun on the top.  Eyes you could stare into for hours.  I felt myself 
doing just that, self-conscious as she waited for my answer.  I told her 
what I had, and she ordered the same from the bartender.

I'm not ugly, but neither am I a 'hunk'.  It felt good having a woman 
approach me in a bar.  We talked about plastics, laughed together about 
the foibles of some of the presenters, and shared trivialities.  I 
glanced at the clock.  It was two hours since I walked in, and it felt 
like two minutes.  But tomorrow's day was going to be another long one.

I finished off my drink, and smiled apologetically in preparation to 
make my departure.  Instead, she said she had some samples she wanted me 
to look over, and wouldn't it be quieter somewhere else - my room, 
perhaps?

Yeah right.  Like I was going to say no.

I paid both of our bar tabs and led the way back to the elevators and 
my room.  One good thing about my company, they're willing to spring for 
comfort.  I had a small suite all to myself, a sitting room branched off 
the bedroom.  I let her in, and mixed up something light at the wet bar 
after dropping my tie and jacket on the bed.

About that time, I realized that she hadn't brought anything up with 
her besides her purse.  So much for looking at samples.  We talked some 
more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room.  
Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a 
sly smile, not talking.  I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I 
didn't have to wait long to find out.

She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved 
me or told me to.  Not sure where this was leading, I said I would.  
With a coy smile, she moved away from me.

She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look 
on her face.  Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly 
unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face.  
I remained where I was sitting on the couch.

She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back.  The jacket slid off 
her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward.  Hands 
reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her 
long brown hair.  The clasp joined her jacket.  Not one word was spoken 
as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.

I didn't think she could arch her back any further while standing, but 
I was wrong.  Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off, 
exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin.  She 
was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls.  With a 
zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to 
the floor.

She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat.  Seeing her in only 
high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable.  Her 
fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a 
virgin in the throes of puberty.  Palms cupped over her breasts, before 
one hand moved down her tummy.  She still refused to look away from me 
as her hand slid under the edge of her panties.  Slowly she bent her 
knees a little, spreading her legs.  I could see her index finger slide 
up and down between them.  She bit her lower lip.

It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there, 
but I followed her instructions to stay put.  Her other hand was 
massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath 
her panties.  The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices.  
She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts.  I could hear her breath 
coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

It didn't fall off her chest, though.  Smiling, she stopped fingering 
her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch.  Knowing my 
temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light 
playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication.  She threw me a bone, 
however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them.  I 
licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes 
closed.  Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened.  
Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that 
loose pair of satin cups.

My wait wasn't long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my 
legs apart.  Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my 
knees toward my waist.  It was all I could do not to come right then.  
Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down.  She tugged 
hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to 
mid-thigh.  I guess she didn't mind I lifted my hips to help.  Her smile 
then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those 
protruding globes.  Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.

She didn't waste much time, and I felt her sticky finger on the tip of 
my rod before the rest of her naughty companions wrapped around the 
shaft.  The hand worked down me, pulling the foreskin tight.  And then, 
the sweet kiss of those lips.  She took the head into her mouth, laving 
it with her tongue.  The sucking began, and I thought I was going to 
pass out in ecstasy.  Suck and release, suck and release - timed to long 
strokes up and down my shaft.  I moved my hand to hold her head, and she 
slapped it down.  Teeth pressed against by dick, and I learned my lesson 
quickly.

Confident that I wasn't going to try to interfere again, she pulled by 
clothing further down my legs to my ankles and pushed my legs further 
apart.  Her free hand slid between my legs, and under my cock and going 
further.  She massaged the soft flesh on her way under my ass.  Perhaps 
it wasn't such a surprise when her finger began to rub my anus in time 
to her oral ministrations.  The hand stroking my shaft pushed against my 
pelvis as her mouth took over the job of working the length of my 
manhood.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and when she pushed her finger into 
my ass, I felt the pressure building.  I couldn't stop from growling low 
in my throat as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth faster 
and faster.  She was enjoying this, swallowing more dick as she shoved 
her finger up my rear, then pulling both out just as quickly.  And still 
I tried to see her tits falling free, with no luck.  The strain was too 
much, and I began to spurt into her greedy mouth.  She sucked with all 
her might, drinking my come as she finger-fucked my ass with abandon.  I 
was groaning loudly, my voice echoing back to me from the walls.  Damn, 
she was good.  She kept sucking, stroking and ass-fingering long after I 
had finished coming.

Finally, she stopped.  She kept my softening cock in her mouth, gently 
playing with it with her tongue.  She toyed with it for a long while, 
letting me recover by breath as she softly sucked and caressed.  I felt 
myself growing hard again.

I thought she would suck me off again, but as my hardness grew, she let 
it fall out of her mouth with a parting lick to the tip.  She sat up, 
and damn it if her bra still refused to show me even a hint of nipple.  
She raised her eyebrows, watching my face again.  I watched her tongue 
run over her full pink lips.  And then she stood and turned around.

It nearly drove me insane to see her bare back, no bra hindering my 
view.  She looked over her shoulder at me and moved her hands to her 
hips.  Those hands moved so slowly, rolling her panties down to expose 
her rounded ass.  She leaned forward with arched back as the damp 
underwear fell to the ground.  Her ass was so perfect, a pair of white 
moons staring me in the face.  I could only admire this rounded sign of 
divinity for so long, as my eyes were drawn between them.  Her juices 
glistened on the sweetest pair of pussy lips I had ever laid eyes on.  
She leaned forward even more, thrusting her womanhood back toward me 
with legs spread.

I wanted so badly to dive my face into that jar of honey, but I knew 
she wouldn't go any further if I disobeyed her command.  I could only 
watch as one arm held her bra against her chest and the other emerged 
between her legs from the other side.  Her fingers rubbed along her 
labia, spreading them wide and letting me see the bright pink secrets 
within.  Inside went her middle finger to the second knuckle, then 
pulled out again before repeating.  A poor second to my cock, I thought, 
but at least it was allowed within that tight hole.

She masturbated for what felt like hours, though I know it could be 
minutes at most.  That cunt almost shone with the juices that coated it.  
She took her finger out, and massaged her sex to spread the lubrication 
all over and inside her thighs.  I needed so badly to be inside her 
again, I could feel pre-come beading on the tip of my cock.  She must 
have sensed it, because she stepped backwards and sat down on the edge 
of my thighs.

Her soft and smooth ass was a contrast to the hair on my legs as it 
slid backwards along my thighs and against my dick.  Her arms crossed 
over her chest, determined not to let me see those tits.  But that 
thought was fleeting as she began rubbing her round butt against me.  
Man, I wanted to be inside her so badly.  She lifted herself up over my 
cock. Did she aim incorrectly or not?  I don't know, but my head pushed 
against the tighter of her two holes.  I hadn't expected an ass-fuck 
from her, but I sure wasn't going to complain.

A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock 
inside her butthole.  So very, very tight.  I started to push my hips up 
toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly.  My cock throbbed at the 
sudden removal, and I thought all was lost.  

She turned around, shaking her head.  Damn it if her tits were still 
covered.  I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to 
drink in as much as I could before it was over.  One hand moved down yet 
again, through her short and curlies toward her sex.  She stared 
disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth.  I 
couldn't take my eyes off her cunt.  I knew if I spoke, I'd only make 
things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she'd give me one 
last chance.  She did.

Her finger came away wetly from her pussy, and she pursed her lips to 
suck it dry.  She reached behind her to refasten her bra.  I thought it 
was lost until she straddled my legs.  Her hands pushed against my 
shoulders, letting me know my interference wouldn't be tolerated.  She 
unstraddled me and began to rub her pelvis against my shirt.  She marked 
me like some animal, spreading her sex scent all over my clothing.  
Those covered tits taunted me, moving up and down and jiggling with her 
every motion.  Never close enough to my mouth, always out of reach.

She leaned forward to lick the tip of my nose, lowering herself slowly.  
Her aim was perfect, and I felt those puffed pussy lips against my cock.  
I wanted so much to just thrust up and fuck her until those teasing 
white globes bounced free and clear in all their glory.  I resisted the 
urge as soon as it came.  I didn't have to wait long.  She dropped 
herself the rest of the way quickly, impaling herself on my shaft.  She 
had a cunt men dream of - tight, soft and juicy.  She grinned at me, and 
began to flex her pussy muscles.  The sensation was amazing, squeezing 
and releasing me within her.

Her hands released my shoulders, but I knew that it wasn't a freedom.  
They moved to cup her breasts, squeezing in time to her pussy flexing.  
I watched her, dazed by the feelings this gave me.  She started to rock 
back and forth, rubbing my cock against her clit.  A long sigh came out 
of each of our mouths.

The flexing slowed, but I didn't have time to mourn the loss as she 
lifted up off of my rod just to the head.  Her hands returned to my 
shoulders to keep her balance, then plunged herself down on me once more 
deep inside her box.  Just as she fully engulfed my cock, she bounced 
back up.  I felt her flushed labia rub every inch of my manhood on the 
way off, then again on the way back down.

Through the pleasure of her bouncing fuck, I felt her unbuttoning my 
shirt. Why now? Her nails dragging down my chest served as my answer, 
matching the light pain of her scratches to the heady pleasure in my 
groin.  Through the haze of my ecstasy I heard little whimpering sounds 
from deep inside her throat, her chest getting flushed down to the edge 
of her tenacious bra.

A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck.  
In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I 
thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not 
bringing me over the edge.  She refused to accept it, though, rocking 
her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down.  Those tits began to 
come oh-so-close to my face.  With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my 
cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.

Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between.  
I could tell she wanted me to come - I've never been fucked with such 
abandon before.  It surprised me, too.  I've never been in the business 
of unusual staying power.  Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my 
life wasn't getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those 
heaving mounds.

Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back.  I heard the 
clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall 
down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt.  Arms 
crossed once more, but not to hide.  The smile turned to a grin and she 
pulled the bra free.

Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect 
nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their 
bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling.  They filled my sight, 
and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy.  
She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the 
tips.  I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I 
needed.

She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me 
against the couch as she arched her back sharply.  Her heavenly curves 
thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains.  Her fucking 
reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the 
first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal.  She rode me even 
harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.

It didn't let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final 
squeeze of her inner muscles.  With a smile, she said, "Thanks."  She 
lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise.  Winking, she 
picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our 
mixture of juices between her legs.

She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy 
breathing.  A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to 
my door.  Without another word, she left my room.



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