The Out-Of-Town Conference

** At a three-day conference, months of flirtation finally become reality when two colleagues find themselves at a hotel. As professional boundaries disappear, hidden desires emerge, turning an ordinary work trip into a passionate and unforgettable encounter that neither of them expected to take so far **

It was the first night of a three-day out of town conference. Bonnie was heavily involved with what was going on as far as running the conference. Mark was there peripherally, not really a part of the organization, but his input, when called upon, was needed. Both were very professional. No one would have guessed that their light banter texting had turned into full-on sexting. Fantasies shared, pics sent, videos sent, all escalating. Mark was still married, but that was dying a very slow death. Bonnie was separated. Bonnie was a very, very private person, and never told Mark the reason why she was separated. He never asked.

There was a party that night in the ballroom. Mark had no intention of attending. Bonnie's presence, however, was required. Earlier in the day, they'd started a game where they gave each other key cards to their rooms, with the agreement that they could enter each other's room whenever they wanted, any hour, but they had to be coming over to fuck. This wasn't going to be a time to vent about her co-workers, who were mostly women (and enjoyed talking about each other behind each other's back). Mark was privy to this, on multiple occasions, and although he wasn't a fan of the practice, he understood the need and played along.

The day was over and it was shifting into night. Mark had a couple of drinks in his room, as dusk was settling in, and watched whatever sports were on. Having a sense that she'd be in her room changing for the gala that night, he threw his trousers and a shirt on, and made his way to her room, three floors up. He put the key card to her door, and lo and behold it worked. He was right. She was just getting changed when he caught her in her bra and thong.

Naturally, she was a bit taken aback that he was actually bold enough to go along with their plan.

"You seem shocked!" Mark told her, putting the key card back in his pocket, taking his shirt off, revealing his full hairy chest that she had so been admiring and wanting to run her fingers through it.

"Seems like you've caught me at just the right time for your nefarious purposes," she replied.

"It seems I have," Mark shot back, picking a thong up off the floor, and walking over to her. "Is this the one you had on today?" he asked.

"The very one. Had it on all day," she said. "I bet you can find some enjoyment with that, while I go back downstairs for the dinner, I'm not staying for the gala. You should come down, Denise's husband didn't come so there's an extra seat at the table."

"I don't think I want to hear about bargaining and bickering with the gals tonight. No, I'll stay here and sniff your thong, maybe watch a movie," as he took his trousers down, showing off his own meat and potatoes. "But if you want to bring Denise back up with you, that would be fun."

"I might have to skip dessert from what I'm seeing," she said lustfully.

"It'll be up here waiting for you," as he laid on her bed, naked, legs spread, thong to his nose, stroking his cock. "I see you've got some wine, I'll open it and let it breathe for when you come back."

Still not fully dressed, she got on her knees on the bed, and sucked him for a good while to get him started. She sucked him from the front, ass up high, swaying, showing off her thong. He put one hand on her head while she sucked, continuing to sniff and suck the juices off her thong. He was near full mast when she told him, "Don't cum. Keep him up until I get back," then got off the bed, put her dress on, and left the room.

Mark was a champion edger. He could stay hard for hours masturbating. Although he was a fan of many different genres of porn, he often didn't need it, instead using the memories of his many affairs in the past. Or, the few good times he'd had with his wives. Laying on Bonnie's bed, he drifted back to one of those hot affair evenings and started stroking.

Having never been good at monogamy, Mark was always on the prowl. This affair was during his first marriage, where the spark was dwindling to a single lit candle that was just about out of wax. He'd met Rhonda, a chubby dark-haired mom in her early 30s, when he was serving as the treasurer on the board at the daycare; she was the president.

After meetings, they would get in her minivan, head out to a remote spot, and get in the back amidst the flotsam and jetsam customary to a young, active family. He would then put her on all fours in the backseat and sniff her ass like a dog through her yoga pants. That hot, musky, feral scent drove him wild.

For this rendezvous, it was late and dark out, but they still had a little bit of time. This allowed Mark to enjoy some foreplay, stroking and massaging her ass in yoga pants, then sliding his hand between her legs, spreading her the width of the backseat. Holding her at her hips, he slowly pulled her yoga pants down, revealing no panties. Just her bare, naked ass.

Arching her lower back without needing to be told, Mark spread her cheeks wide and took another long whiff of her day-long ass, and now soaking pussy. With her ass fully presented, Mark took a long lick of her pussy from behind, sliding his tongue all the way from clit to asshole, where he took a nice, long swirl. Spreading her fat ass with one hand, and gripping his fully erect cock with the other, he put himself to her wet lips, effortlessly sliding in. Rhonda had two kids a few years back, so she had a very accommodating hot, wet opening for his size. And that unintentional initial moan Rhonda gave off, let him know he was filling her so good.

"You fucking like that don't you, you fucking slut," Mark said.

"Oh my fucking God, you know I do," Rhonda replied.

Mark started giving her more and more cock, pounding her into the side panel of the van. Rhonda's big ass jiggling as he massaged and groped her huge buns. Mark had been having affairs since he got married, and although he was usually very rough, he knew when he was fucking someone's wife not to leave any evidence she had been used like a whore.

"God Damn I love this fucking huge ass," he said.

"Fuck it. Stick that big dick in my ass. Fuck me hard!," she yelled.

Mark spread her ass wider and chucked a perfect spit right on her wet asshole.

"Oh, fuck yes," he said.

Pulling his cock out of her soaked pussy, he held his now fully engorged cock head to her wet asshole.

Feeling that big head pressing against her asshole, Rhonda cried out, "Oh God it's too big, don't!"

Mark decided it was too late for that, and pushed his head in. Once he got his head in, he then started pushing all seven and a half thick inches into her hungry asshole. "Fuck yeah I am, you better loosen up" he said, "Now tell me how much better this fucking cock is than your husband's."

"Oh, fuck it's so much fucking bigger, Jesus Christ give me that fucking thing harder," she exclaimed.

Mark threw his hips back and just slammed it up in her asshole, holding it there for what felt like forever to Rhonda.

Mark pulled her hips back as hard as he could and told her, slamming into her at full speed, "Fucking cum! Now!"

The command released Rhonda, and she became entirely lost in a wild ass-fucking orgasm, soaking the back seat in a puddle of cum, which she knew immediately she could explain away to her husband that there was an "accident" back there. Mark could feel her body cumming and shaking, and when she was close to finishing, Mark took one last deep push and filled her asshole full to the brim with his load.

As Mark was remembering this night while he was stroking and sniffing Bonnie's aromatic thong on her bed, the door opened and she returned, slightly intoxicated from the dinner, and immediately undressing. Mark couldn't wait to get his mouth on those huge tits. Bonnie had other plans though. Naked now, she climbed onto the bed and placed herself between Mark's legs, her face right in front of his fully erect manhood.

"Do you want that cocked suck good now?" she asked him.

"Oh God, yes" Mark purred back at her.

Bonnie grabbed the base of his thickness with one hand and proceeded to purse her lips around him. Bonnie hadn't given a blowjob in over five years and was hoping it would be like riding a bike. She was a little nervous and didn't want to disappoint Mark, who she knew was more experienced sexually, as well as much more active, despite his current wife's failing attitude. Mark did have much more experience than Bonnie in the bedroom, but the thought that he was any better than her didn't enter his mind. Instead, he took her by the hair and introduced her to forced deep throat. This is what Bonnie had dreamed of. She was going to be a sub to a true dom.

Mark had Bonnie's hair in a ponytail in his fist on one of the two beds in the room. Glancing over at the other bed while he was getting his cock sucked, he couldn't help but think how hot it would be to have Denise waiting on the other bed, watching. Moving Bonnie's head up and down on his thick shaft, she took to it quite naturally. That is, until Mark decided to take her to the root of his shaft. Bonnie wasn't expecting this, and her eyes got big as her mouth and throat were now stuffed with his hot, engorged penis.

"That's it. Fucking take it. Take it like a good girl," he told her in a strict and demanding tone.

Bonnie could say nothing and whimpered as he held her down on his cock long enough for her to start gagging and choking. He let her gag for a few moments, then pulled her back up by her clinched ponytail.

"What the fuck was that" she asked, her eyes watering and red, her cheeks flushed.

"Oh? Did you enjoy that," Mark then asked her, while grabbing the base of cock and waving it around. "Do it again," and he thrust her head back down on his shaft for another round of rough, gagging head.

"That's it. Suck it, suck it. Suck it, bitch," he kept telling her over and over as he forced her head up and down, up and down, then a deep throat to the base where he'd hold her until her choking became very evident. Bonnie was waiting for Mark to blow his load, but Mark had different plans.

Still holding Bonnie's ponytail in his fist, he pulled her head up, then put her on all fours on the still made bed, with the white duvet cover, pillows barely touched. Mark let go of her ponytail once he had her on all fours, then using both hands, lifted her by the waist, and spread her ass cheeks open, revealing the wettest pussy he'd seen in some time. She clearly enjoyed sucking, evident with her dripping onto the bed. Taking his hot thick head to her entrance, he started moving his hips into her, pulling her back tighter against him, and hearing her moan with each movement.

As his shaft was beginning to go deeper, he grabbed her hair in his fist again, and yanked back hard on her head, simultaneously giving her one hard vicious thrust deep in her. He knew she was separated from her husband, so he could pull out all the stops on her, slapping her ass as hard as he wanted.

She could feel him in her stomach. She'd never felt a man this thick and hard before, and she never wanted it to end. This was going to be the night of her life, and there wasn't any level of depravity he could take her that she would not go. Mark was piping her with everything he had, slamming into her ass with power and force. Switching up speeds on her, so she was constantly kept off-guard.

Mark was shoving her face into the bed, and taking her up to fifth gear for minutes at a time. Screaming and moaning into the mattress, Bonnie was cumming with each hot sting of Mark's big hand beating her ass red. Mark was beginning to feel himself gas out plowing as hard as he was, so he grabbed Bonnie by the waist, sat down on the bed, and reverse cowgirl'd her, throwing her up and down on his standing, rigid shaft, until his balls unloaded deep in her, filling her body with a hot, warm, wet sensation, she was afraid she might get addicted to.

Bonnie had never been rag-dolled like this, which was surprising to her, considering she grew up on a farm surrounded by cowboys and farmers. It suddenly became strange to her that those big strong men never treated her like this. Their modus operandi around her parts, was always to pump missionary until they came, and that was it. She'd only had her pussy licked a few times, and to her, it felt like they were painting the side of the barn with their tongue. Mark's clear skills, later with his tongue circling her soaking wet pearl, out mastered every encounter she'd had previously.

As she laid there in post-coital bliss, floating through the colors and ether, her body having been used like a cheap whore in this fancy hotel room, she remembered her real life, and the gals in the morning that were sure to notice she had been railed all night. She knew Denise and Erika were going to note and comment on every one of her hairs that were out of place. What was she going to say to them? She had no idea, but she knew she'd be grilled, and damnit she thought, she may as well tell them the truth.

Just as she was conjuring up what she was going to say in the morning, she hadn't realized Mark had been stroking himself up again. This turned her on again, and before she realized it, Mark was asking her if she was "ready for Round 2." Without letting her answer he flipped her over, and spread her ass wide. She knew she wasn't ready, but she also knew she couldn't protest. If this was the first night, she thought to herself, how good were the other two nights going to be? And what would he put her to then?