The Business of Want

It is December. We are both at a business congress, and it is the opening night reception. We have been "together" for almost a year and are more on fire than ever. Our overly busy schedules mean we have not seen each other in person in 3 months.

We were supposed to Rendez-vous that afternoon, but my flight was delayed; and tonight is the first time we will see each other in months, in a professional setting among many colleagues and strangers. The energy built up over the past months has been unbearable and I feel it deep in my body.

That morning, we had been sexting and planning a very NSFW lunch date before going to our respective meetings, but that did not happen. I was left aching and craving your touch. My sexual desires are clouding my judgment.

We still talked all day, and we are both incredibly restless for each other. All we have to get through is this reception. It is already going and you are with your colleagues, in your suit, looking as sexy and desirable as ever. Flanked by women and men alike, you own the room, but you do not even know it.

I let you know I am on my way, and that I am wearing my toy so we can play throughout the reception. I am wearing a mid-thigh black dress that is completely backless and I'm wearing no bra, no underwear, as you have instructed.

It is as revealing as I have ever put on and bound to attract the attention of many. You had already picked out my outfit earlier and told me that you wanted me to stand out mixing business and pleasure. I am simply following my orders by showing up in it and playing my role as a temptress. You always knew how to dress me and make me the center of attention.

We lock eyes as I walk in, careful not to show our attraction. As planned, and within seconds, you are controlling our toy. You start the vibrations slowly, so I am able to mingle, but you never let me forget you are with me.

I head towards the bar and make my way across a sea of eager men, exchanging glances, touching, feeling exposed, brushing off comments and smiling. I am greeted by and get quickly surrounded by a group of 3 well-dressed men. Two older men flanked my side and the younger muscular one towered in front of me, blocking my access to the bar. As much as I wanted to meet up with you, my movement was held up by these 3 strangers - Dave, Chris and Simon.

Chris, one of the older gentlemen offered me a glass of red wine, my favorite, while Simon, the younger of the 3 closed his distance and stood inches away from me. I could feel his presence, his physique was impressive, stretching the fabric of his jacket, and his jaw clenching as if he found his prey. Before I could thank Chris and excuse myself, both Chris and Dave, were now standing close behind me. I felt pressed and vulnerable. I did not have a choice but to engage in their game, hoping that they would make it quick and release me to your safety.

You saw my predicament and took advantage of it. The toy pulsated faster, and I stood there doing my best to withstand the pleasure you were giving me. My now wet pussy tightening.

My immediate reflex was to hold on to Dave on my left and that gave Simon the excuse to approach me and put his hand around my waist, touching the skin on my lower back. I felt an electric sensation run through my body.

The men took turns talking, completing each other's sentences, probing and wanting to learn about me. I tried to keep up but I was lost in the pleasure you were giving me with the toy between my legs and bewildered by their attention. I tried to hold my place. It was dizzying.

Dave noticing my continued struggle to keep my balance, moved behind me and was now using his body to ground me. I could feel his heat and hard pressing into my lower back. Simon's grip dug deeper into my waist and Chris placed his hand on my upper arm.

I was being grounded and could feel the lust in their eyes. I noticed myself sipping my wine faster, with their eyes watching my lips land on the rim of my glass. My swallowing was labored, my breathing heavy. My hand stroked the stem of the glass suggestively, and my tongue licking the side of my upper lip. Simon smiled at me as if he was hoping I was stroking him instead.

I was barely able to keep up with their energy, their hands were roaming my body freely. Sliding over my arms, stroking my shoulder and pressing into my lower back. This sent shivers throughout my body.

Without noticing, I was finishing my second glass of wine and being handed a third. I was on edge from the pleasure you have been giving me. They moved closer and I was more open and willing at the point.

I could feel them brushing against me at first and what felt like an invitation that I did not explicitly stop.

This escalated quickly with Simon sliding himself leg between my legs, putting his arms around me my lower back pulling me closer. I can feel his thigh rubbing against my softness with the vibe in it. This sent waves all over my body. My face must have given me away.

Dave came closer from the back, leaned in towards me, pushed my hair to the side and whispered directly into my ear: "You cannot hide it." stay with us, as his hand slid up the back of my leg.

I was soaked, my nipples were visibly ripping through the fabric of my dress, my breathing short and fast. The pressure I felt from both men coupled with the toy you made me wear drove me over the edge, again. I felt myself rocking against them unashamed. It was clear to all three of them that I was a willing participant to their game.

For what felt like an eternity, I got passed around, barely able to focus, felt up repeatedly and primed for what the night was in store for me.

Out of the corner of my eye I see you smiling with approval and it struck me that you have been watching all of this from a distance. I excuse myself to leave, and I feel this strong hand pulling me back and Dave lands a wet kiss on my lips. Chris followed by holding my chin, lifting my head and kissing the side of my mouth. Simon pulls me close to him, slides his hand up the back of my dress, parting my ass, and with his fingers digs into me as if he was preparing to enter me. He looks deeply into my eyes and whispers: "you will be mine before the night is over."

I struggle to walk to you, holding onto a few men along the way for balance. Smiles exchanged. I come up to you, we do the traditional double kiss and on the second one, you whisper "lobby bathroom, 10 minutes" and pull back.

You excuse yourself from the group immediately, and as you do you pull out your phone as if you had a call. Yet you turn the vibe higher and watch me try to maintain my composure. You can tell you are driving me crazy, and you've been hard for me in your suit since I stepped into the room. Watching me passed around by the 3 other men was unexpected but a welcomed build to our night.

You head down to the lobby bathrooms as they are unisex with full length locking doors. The hotel is relatively empty except for the conference. When you are in the bathroom you turn the vibe up in waves, and I am now struggling to hide my pleasure and desire for you.

I can feel every hair on my body stand up straight, wanting to run out and follow you, knowing I need to wait another 5 minutes.

Unaware of my surroundings, Simon continued to watch me as I walked away. What I didn't know was that he was following me.

I give up waiting and excused myself to start the walk to the lobby. My legs are weak, my breathing is heavy, and my lower lip is in my mouth. As I wait for the elevator, Simon shows up and we are now alone in the elevator heading to the lobby.

He approaches me while you turn up the motion on the toy and I cannot help but whimper loud and hold on to him for support. He took that as an invitation and his hands were now around my hips pulling me into him.

Grabbing at anything, and unaware of my situation, I regain composure with Simon's hands fondling my nipples and with his mouth licking my ear. I was about to explode. I turn to face him, grab his bulging cock, and kissed him deeply letting our tongues dance. I pull back, glance with a submissive look, and say: "you will have me later tonight."

I walk out of the elevator and head to the bathroom. I know immediately you are in the back left bathroom. The door is cracked open and there is a tiny piece of black fabric peeking out of the door. I knock, the door opens, yet the lights are off. I am not sure if I am in the right place until you grab me from behind and pull me to you.

One hand on my waist, another on my neck, your lips all over me The lights stay off. We know we only have 15 minutes before dinner starts. There is no time for words, I can feel your hard cock through your pants and my hands are furiously fumbling to get them off.

I want you in my mouth and try to get down on my knees but you have other ideas.

You turn me around and instruct me to put my hands up on the wall in front of me and not make a sound. That little piece of fabric I saw earlier? You are wrapping it around my mouth so I have something to bite down on. You gently tie it behind my hair and pull my dress up over my hips, my bare ass to you, waiting.

You pull the vibe out from me and can feel how wet I am. I can't even tell you I want you before I feel your hard cock press against my opening and slide in. We have to be quiet, so you push hard and deep, but you control my movements so there is no slapping.

After having the vibe in me at the cocktail reception, being seduced and played with by the 3 strangers I met earlier and my adventure with Simon in the elevator, and now finally feeling you inside me, my legs are shaking and I can barely hold back.

Our only goal is to fuck, and we are, very fast and very deep There is no going back, and the only place you can finish is deep inside me so we can get back in time for dinner.

God yes you do. You are rough with me, routinely spanking me if I get too loud.

The only words I can make out are to tell you I'm going to cum. You start to pound me faster, leaning over to wrap your hand around me, your fingers on my clit. You know that will push me over the edge and you touch me exactly how I want to be touched.

You can feel the orgasm roll over me as I clamp down around your cock. You are right at your breaking point too as you feel me let go. I need you to cum for me baby. Hold me to you, hard, and explode inside me.

We are shaking together I can feel your cock expand and release. I bite down harder on the fabric in my mouth. And try to keep my legs from collapsing. You are holding onto me as you slowly pull out. And try to keep my legs from collapsing.

Finally kissing your lips, whispering "hi baby." Resisting the urge to go for round two immediately is near impossible, but you help me get cleaned up and put back together.

Before you pull my dress back down you kneel down before me. Your lips on my navel, and then lower. You pick up the vibe off the counter and ever so gently lick my clit as you place it back in position. I am sensitive and swollen, gasp as your tongue touches me, but you hold me still.

You kiss back up to my navel and slowly pull my dress back down. The vibe back in place and both of us not only satisfied, but hungrier then ever for each other.

You leave the bathroom first.

Stepping out of the bathroom stall, I realize Simon was there waiting and smiling. You dirty slut he says out loud. I can't wait to have you. Closes the distance between us, grabs me by my neck and lands a deep kiss as his other hand probes my ass. I pull back and whisper, "be patient."

I rush towards the elevator with him in pursuit.

Luckily there are others waiting for the elevator and I feel a sense of relief. We fill into the crowded elevator. Simon walks in first with his back pressed against the wall, and I stand slightly in front of him. Before the door closes, Alice walks in. We are cramped in the elevator but she comes over to our side. As I'm talking to her I feel familiar fingers on my ass. I pretend to give Alice more room but it's only to push back into Simon so I can feel how hard he is. I worry the vibe is going to slip out I'm so wet. His hands grab my ass and squeeze tightly as we both pretend to have conversations with others in the elevator.

We make it into the reception hall and Simon pulls me to his table where Dave and Chris were sitting. They quickly notice my flushed face and neck and his curved smile. It was enough for them to realize that he has had his way with me. I excuse myself and come closer to you.

Our table was in a dark, back corner and we are seated beside each other. As we walk to the table, you casually ask what those 3 men wanted. I reply what every man wants. You smile nervously.

As I sit down. I sit closely to the table so no one can tell. I feel your fingers trail up my thighs under the table immediately. I am talking to someone on the other side of me trying to pay attention as you begin to tease me. I mention I'm a little tired, my flight was delayed and my arrival here was very frazzled.

We finish our small talk and as I turn back to face you, your fingers slip under my thigh and right up against the vibe, making room for them as well.

To anyone else, it looks as if we are simply catching up after not seeing each other for a while.

As I look into your eyes though your fingers push into my soaking wet pussy and you smile, telling me not to move.

Baby I want to leave. As you pull your fingers out of me, you pull my dress down so I'm able to stand up.

I excuse myself from the table, and as I say goodbye to you I whisper "take me," before walking off.

You are rock hard under the table but must mingle some more. You have no choice as you are immediately surrounded by colleagues.

I get back to your room and on the bed is a lace teddy, thigh high stockings, and black patent pumps waiting for me.

My orders are simple: I will shower, I will dress, I will put back in the vibe and I will text you proof that I am ready for you.

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you know I am ready.

Just to make sure it's me you subtly glance at your watch and are greeted with an image.

You don't get to look closely as you are still at dinner but you know I'm about to start sending you very racy images and you're not sure how much longer you can keep your cock hidden.

Finally you can make your escape and you do so quickly. In the elevator you can look at my images, and as much as you like them, I haven't followed your orders. So it's time for me to be disciplined.

Later that night, I find you in a deep peaceful sleep. I manage to leave the room and head towards my room to gather my belongings.

The hotel door clicked shut behind me as I left in a hotel robe. A deep voice behind me sent chills down my back. "I believe you made a promise." Simon stepped closer, his gaze tracing the line of my exposed shoulder. The elevator at the end of the corridor chimed, a reminder of the world waiting below, but his quiet presence promised a far more private ride.

His fingers brushed the belt of my robe, not yet untying it, but the contact was a clear question. "Your lover seemed... thorough," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "But I've been waiting all night to see if your taste matches your boldness."

A shiver, not entirely from the cool air, raced down my spine. The logical part of my mind screamed a warning. This was reckless, a complication I didn't need. Yet, the memory of his possessive stare across the crowded room, the daring brush of his hand beneath my dress, sent a traitorous heat flooding back through my veins. My body, still humming from your touch, now craved the challenge in another's eyes, a dangerous hunger.

I turned to face him, the carpet steadying my movement. "Promises are made to be kept," I said, my voice lower than I intended. He smiled and reached out to trace the edge of my robe's collar touching my neck. "Then let's not keep me waiting any longer."

He guided me back with a firm hand on my waist, not toward the elevator, but to the door of the suite opposite yours. The keycard was already in his other hand, a testament to his confidence. As the lock light flashed green, he leaned close and whispered, "you are mine."

He didn't turn on the lights, instead he pressed me against the closed door, his body a solid wall of heat. "No more games," he stated, his voice rough.

He leaned down and forced a kiss that held none of the evening's playful teasing. His hands slid inside the robe, pushing the fabric from my shoulders until it fell at my feet, leaving me exposed. Feeling paralyzed, he guided me into the suite with my back to the bed.

His hands were firm on my shoulders, guiding me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I fell onto the cool bed. He stood over me, his gaze dark and possessive as he unbuckled his belt with a sharp, deliberate motion. The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet room as he pushed his trousers down, stepping out of them. He moved between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs to part them wider, his own need evident and pressing against me. "You said later," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "It's later."

He entered me in one deep, claiming stroke, forcing me to gasp at the sudden fullness. His rhythm was relentless from the start, each thrust a deliberate act of possession. I tried to steady myself by holding to the bedding but his thrusts were too fast and hard. He watched my face, his jaw tighten, focusing on his own pleasure.

He was relentless. Looking at me with a possessive look and his hips hammering into me, he said "You like this, don't you? Coming straight from one man to another." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back. "Tell me you're mine now, you cheap little slut. Say it."

The crude words, meant to degrade, somehow ignited a deeper fire within me. I met his gaze, my breath catching on every hard thrust. "I'm yours," I whispered, the admission causing him to dig deeper into my battered pussy and releasing his cum in me.

He collapsed on me, his breath hot and heavy against my neck. For a long moment, the only sound was our shared panting, his weight a heavy, welcome pause. Slowly, he pulled back, his eyes searching my face. He brushed a strand of hair from my damp forehead. "Look at you," he murmured, his thumb tracing my swollen bottom lip. "You are trouble."

He rolled off me, the mattress shifting with his weight, and I lay there staring at the ceiling. Without a word, I pushed myself up. I slipped my robe back on, not looking back as I left his room. The walk to my own room felt endless. The realization of what I have done struck me. I gathered a few items and head back to your room.

As I am leaving my room, I see my reflection in the mirror and his words "cheap little slut" rang loud.