Chapter 4: Getting Down to Business

We walked to his room, his hand on my ass the entire way of course. He had an executive room which meant it was larger than the typical room with a king-sized bed and a full-sized couch in addition to the usual chair and desk. I noticed there was a bottle of wine in the ice bucket and he caught me looking at it.

“I know you’re under 21 but I figured it would be OK in the privacy of our room,” he said.

I started to tell him that I never drank on dates; actually I never drank at all except for a rare glass of wine at dinner with my parents. Then I stopped and figured I would just sip it to make him happy. The LAST thing I wanted was to get drunk and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t want him to be either. He quickly popped the cork and filled two glasses. I was pleased he that he fill mine only about a third of the way. I took a sip and found it to be not bad, rather sweet but with a nice flavor. I am really not a wine person so I don’t know how to describe it in the proper terms but it was good.

We were sitting on the couch by then, our wine glasses on the table in front of us and it was almost like an innocent high school date in somebody’s living room. I knew that it was soon to become far less innocent though and Mike picked it up as if he could read my thoughts.

“Strip for me Kelly,” he demanded, “Nice and slow. I’m sure you know how.”

Well, I certainly did so I stood up and gingerly stepped onto the table so I was looking down at him on the couch. He turned on the radio which he must have already tuned to a rock station and music filled the room. I began to sway in front of him in time to the music, gently moving back and forth on my heels, twisting and rotating my ass for him as seductively as I could. My outfit really wasn’t the best for this though. My jeans were so tight that taking them off was really something I needed to be laying down in bed. I unsnapped them and slowly drew the zipper down, letting the flaps open up. As tight as they were though they were going nowhere so I had to push them down hard to get them off my ass.

It wasn’t exactly the most erotic stripping I ever did as it was hard work to get them off but eventually they were down to my ankles. I slipped out of my shoes so I could take them off the rest of the way and then I kicked them over to him as he sat back and watched with a grin on his face. Without any panties on that left me bare-assed with just my halter and bra on. I smiled as he took my jeans and held the crotch up to his nose and took in a deep breath. With all I had done this evening already I imagined they smelled pretty strongly of my pussy and the smile on his face confirmed it.

With my bare butt and pussy now exposed, I put my shoes back on and danced slowly in front of him, playing with myself and wiggling my ass for him. I was pleased when he took off his own jeans and underwear, sitting bare-ass on the couch and stroking himself as he watched me put on a show for him. I turned around and bent over until I could grab my heels. I saw him upside down between my legs and smiled as I saw he was staring at my bald pussy.

Gradually I worked off my halter top until I was wearing nothing but my bra and heels. I was glad for once to be wearing a bra. As I pulled off my halter I knew he was expecting to see my boobs and when my bra appeared I could see his eyes rolling and I knew I was successful in teasing him further. I didn’t want to be too bad though and before long the bra joined my other clothes in the pile next to him, leaving me in just my heels as I moved to the music just a couple of feet in front of him.

It wasn’t long before he was no longer able to control himself. He reached up and picked me up off the table and carried me over to the bed. I couldn’t help but breath a slight sigh of relief when he pulled back the comforter and opened the sheets. I had seen too many TV shows with black lights that showed what was on those comforters and my skin crawl whenever I laid on one ever after. He literally dropped my in the bed on my back and I laid there spread-eagle for him. He pulled off his shirt and now he was totally nude so I could see his body for the first time. Damn he wasn’t bad for an older guy! He and the weight room must have known each other pretty well as he had firm muscles and no beer gut whatsoever.

His big cock was fully erect by now and it was pointing straight out from him, parallel with the floor. I licked my lips in anticipation of feeling it in me and I hoped that I wouldn’t have to wait long for my hunger to be satisfied. Mike spread my legs wide apart and shoved a pillow under my ass, raising my pussy a few inches from the bed. I still had my heels on but he didn’t touch them. Mike took my legs and raised them up until my feet were on each side of his head, my lower legs resting on his shoulders. He took his cock in his hand and guided it to my wet pussy, rubbing my pussy for a while first before entering me. His head split open my lips as I closed my eyes and waited for him to violate me.

Mike would have none of that though. “Don’t close your eyes Kelly, I want you to see me fuck you.”

I did as he demanded, bunching the pillow under my head so I could keep an eye on my pussy where he was now beginning to push himself into me. I had been waiting all week for this and he didn’t disappointment me. I thought I was going to split in half as his fat cock head forced its way into me. I was more sensitive in the first inch or so of my pussy than I was anywhere else inside of it so I loved it when he stopped with just his cock head in me and started to move it around. Damn that felt good!

Eventually he pressed himself further into me until the base of his cock was pressed tightly against my pussy. I was thinking of how wonderful it felt when suddenly a cell phone starting ringing. My first thought was who the hell could be calling me but it was his instead. The sound it made when it rang was one of those custom alert sounds he must have downloaded from the Internet and I could hear him swear something under his breath.

“Ignore it Mike,” I begged him, “Don’t stop fucking me!”

“Can’t sweetie,” he explained, “that’s the wife’s special ring and I’m supposed to be all alone in my room doing some business homework.”

I figured he would just pull out of me and leave me lying there all hot and bothered while he got his wife off the phone as quickly as possible. Well, needless to say I was a more than just a bit surprised at what happened next! Mike kept his cock in me as he stretched for his pants on the floor and pulled out his phone. He flipped it open and the next thing I knew he was talking to his wife while he was still fucking me! It was absolutely surreal! I listened as he told her how much he loved her and missed her, how lonely he was sitting in an empty hotel room.

I would have given anything for a speaker phone and once again it was if he was reading my thoughts. Instead of holding the phone and trying to fuck me at the same time, he changed the phone to speakerphone mode and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. Next thing I knew I was listening to the both of them as they started discussing what they would do when he got back. Mike looked at me with a grin and put his finger to his lips as he humped me. Well duh! Obviously now would NOT be a good time for a loud moan and a passionate cry of, “Fuck me Mike!”.

The more he talked to his wife the more erotic it became for me. Mike was telling her how lonely he was and how there was nothing for him to do while in reality he was fucking the daylights out of an escort girl! She told him that she loved him and missed him and he passionately told her how much he loved her as well while at the same time pressing his cock in me as firmly as he could. It was an incredibly sensual experience for me to actually witness and be a part of his blatant betrayal of her loving trust in him that it set off a nice orgasm in me. I had to restrain myself to keep it from being too big of one but it was still an orgasm and that can never be a bad thing to have.