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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Chloe was a woman who knew what she wanted. And she was single minded in getting it. Her father had died when she was young, she was raised by her mother. She had worked to put herself through University with distinction, and now at 35 she was the CEO of a multi-million dollar tech company. Every day of her life she identified her targets, and pursued them, a huntress, a lioness relentless in the chase. Yet rarely was she satisfied. Always she wanted more. Achieve a goal, move on to the next one immediately. It had served her well in business. It had served her well in bed. No relationships were permitted; no emotional distractions; no one holding her back. No drags on the ticket.
Yet she was a woman with needs, a high sex drive. As demanding between the sheets as in the lecture halls of her University days, and as commanding as when she stands in front of a board of old men. She liked the fact they both hate and desire her, simply because she is a young and successful woman. She spent time on dating apps, swiping right, responding to the plethora of messages from desperate boys bragging of their girth. She would arrange to meet them at her hotel as she travelled from city to city. Convenience sex. On demand, as long as she was the one making them. Tonight however was different. The man coming she had selected in person. A luxury she was rarely afforded.
Chloe had been touring the construction site where her latest server storage facility was being built. It was there she had espied him, carrying lumber, his face a picture of concentration, the sinews of his muscles straining under the considerable weight. With it being a sultry August day, he was shirtless, faded and torn blue denim jeans hugged his lower half, concealing most, but hinting at enough. He had a high-viz jacket, luminous yellow, sleeveless draped around his shoulders, bouncing at the waist as he walked. She knew she must have him. His blonde hair, his brown eyes, the figure. She hadn’t had sex in two weeks, an unusually barren spell, and her frustration had begun to be an unwelcome distraction from her working day. She could not have her standards compromised. She needed a solution, and he could provide it.
Carefully she picked her way across the site, avoiding the ruts in the earth. She knew she was looking good. Her brown hair was tied back in a pony tail, her black rimmed glasses magnified her steel blue eyes. She was in jeans herself, they followed the contours of her legs, and her ass looked great in them. She had thought so as she dressed in front of the mirror that morning. She had a checked cotton shirt beneath her own ill-fitting high viz. A couple of buttons undone from the neck to try and get some air to her chest in this oppressive humidity. She knew there was sweat glistening on the exposed skin between the lapels.
“Hello”, she said. “I am Chloe Watts CEO of OURTech. I just wanted to say thank you for the hard work.”
He nodded silently. His eyes blatantly raked up and down her body, seemingly uncaring for subtlety. He smiled as if with approval, nodded once more and began to walk on.
“Sorry, I don’t waste time. I am a busy woman and I don’t often get a chance to meet good looking men such as yourself. Maybe you could meet me at my hotel later; we could get to know one another a bit?” Chloe was a little breathless by the end of her statement. It was more difficult in person then via an app.
He shrugged, twitched his head in a non-committal way, and stood there looking at her, locking his gaze with hers. She was sure desire burned beneath the soft brown. But she was furious he had said nothing. Did he have something better on?
“Have you nothing to say?” She demanded.
He clutched his throat while shaking his head. It took a few seconds for her to realise that he was signalling he was mute. He couldn’t speak. That may be better to be honest she thought to herself.
“Well the offer still stands. I don’t mess around and I am not going to lead you on with coy hints. I think your a fantastic looking guy, I don’t want to chat with you. I want you to bury your head between my legs, and then fuck me until I forget about work for a while. Do you have a tongue at least? Are you able and willing to do this for me? I am staying at the plaza; the big hotel near the park. I’m in town until tomorrow. This is the epitome of no strings attached fun”
He stood looking at her, a little taken aback by her aggression, but after a thoughtful pause he slowly nodded.
“Excellent.” she said, anticipation already needling deep inside her groin. “Room 556. Ten PM. Don’t be late or you will go home then and there. Two knocks so I know it’s you. And keep the jeans and the high-viz on.” She added as an afterthought.
Now as Chloe touched up her makeup in the bathroom at her hotel, the anticipation had built into an excited frustration demanding release. A caged animal paced inside her, gnawing at her ribcage like cell bars. She had a routine. She would sit him on the edge of the bed and kiss him passionately. Everyone got one kiss but if the fell below her standards, they would not get a second. Next she would pull their jeans down, massage their cock (usually it was already at full attention) before ripping their boxers from their waist and giving them a long and teasing blowjob. This was for her not them. Sucking cock always got her dripping, put her in the frame of mind where sex was inevitable and primal in equal measure. Next she would push them back on the bed, drop her dress to the floor to reveal her body, devoid of underwear, and squat over their face. Lowering her pussy onto the face of a stranger was an almost religious experience, feeling that tongue work her already soaking holes, flicking from her clit, to swirling between her lips and inside her, to her asshole and back. She would ride their face until she had cum hard at least once before she rode them reverse cowgirl. They thought it was for the view. The truth was it was so she didn’t have to look into unfamiliar eyes as she orgasmed. No connection. No emotional baggage. Not to mention she loved the angle of penetration as their cock persistently thrust against her g-spot. When they had filled their condom with hot cum, and she felt their twitching cease inside her she would climb off. If she was still unsatisfied she would climb back to their face and have them finish her off before she would allow them to clean themselves up. Otherwise she would go to the bathroom, allow them their turn to get clean, and tell them to leave. Today would be no different. This was meat to be used for her pleasure. Nothing more. He was just a fancy sex toy she didn’t have to pay for.
The black dress she was wearing clung in all the right places. It was short revealing her tanned thighs, and tight to her pert breasts. Her hard nipples poked through the satin. Her usual habit of going commando had been stuck to. She had found even the most qualified and dextrous of men would fumble at a bra clasp, and this was time she did not have to waste. Her life was about ruthless efficiency. Why should her sex life be any different?
She looked at the time. Five minutes to ten. He was cutting it close. Most people were here irritatingly early, so eager were they to get started. A knock came at the door two minutes later, and was sharply followed by another. He had arrived. She opened the door and saw his muscular figure filling the entrance, blocking the opulently decorated corridor beyond. She stood to the side and motioned he come in. She smiled as she looked at his taut ass in those faded torn jeans. He had thrown on a shirt, but the high-viz remained over the top of it. He turned and fixed her with a look. Waiting. Expecting.
“Sit down”. She spoke with her usual lusty authority, but he seemed unmoved. He shook his head. Smiled. Pointed to the bed, this mute was telling her what to do! She hesitated, an age old stubbornness reared up inside her, but she swallowed it and perched herself uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. He moved towards her, stalking forward with the power of a tiger, and a hunger in his eyes to match. He forced his knee between her thighs, parting them, and stood between them, centimetres from her. She could smell him, cologne masking sweat and earth. He threw off the high-viz, it became a crumpled reflective heap in the corner off which the soft lighting danced. His hands, rough and calloused in a way none of her other lovers hands had been, gripper her chin, forcing it upwards towards his own. His face plunged toward her and passionately locked their lips in embrace, his tongue surged into her mouth, intertwining with her own in an ethereal dance. Vaguely in the back of a mind suddenly foggy with lust she knew she would be happy to kiss him again.
He broke apart from her, leaving her lips puffy and glistening with a mixture of their saliva. He pushed her back on the bed, his hands strong and insistent upon her shoulders. She suddenly saw ceiling, but he was gone from view. Chloe felt his hands grip her upper thighs and her back automatically arched upward toward him. Her short skirt was pulled above her waist; hot breath caressed her smooth pubic area. Then a tongue hungrily massaging her clit, delving down and pushing itself deep inside her, her legs were thrown up in the air by strong hands, her puckered asshole exposed to the room before being once more hidden, this time by the same tongue and mouth. Her pussy was dripping wet, her toes curling as his tongue returned to her clit. She could feel an orgasm building deep inside her, racking her muscles and causing her pussy to spasm as she floated in a sea of ecstasy. She came in record time, whether due to the skill of the orator or the length of time since she had been pleasured in this was she did not know, and in this moment she couldn’t care less. She reached down and gripped his hair, bucking against his face, her body begging for more orgasms. He sat up, ripping himself from her grasp, leaving some of his hair trapped in her fingers. They locked eyes. His smooth jaw was glistening with her juices. He stood and discarded his shirt, the smooth body underneath filled her with an insatiable desire to have it pressed against her, to be wrapped in its strong embrace as those eyes bored into her soul. His jeans came next, a tight pair of black briefs clung to him, his cock beneath clearly outlined. He looked into her eyes again as he dropped them to the floor, she just saw a fleeting smirk before her eyes dropped to take in his cock. Thanks to her hectic schedule and the care free sex life it afforded her/necessitated she had seen and pleasured many men. This was not the biggest or the thickest she had clapped eyes on, but for her money she had never seen one more desirable then that which stood rigid above her. She licked her lips, an involuntary movement, and one which betrayed her only thought. She must have it in her mouth, in her throat. She must taste it and see it glisten with her saliva. She must spit on it and drink it back in.
He needed to hear nor say any words. He approached the bed near where her head lay. She began to sit up but he shook his head and eased her back onto the sumptuous duvet below. He straddled her shoulders. She eagerly opened her mouth, and he obligingly trailed his balls, heavy with his seed, across her parted lips, inside her mouth. Her tongue hungrily reached out to greet them, every fold explored and massaged by it. He pulled away, that same smile dancing on his face. He pushed his cock down towards her mouth and still outstretched tongue. She welcomed it into her mouth, revelling in feeling it fill her face. Her tongue swirled along every inch that pushed its way into her, as it reached the back of her skull her tongue flicked out expertly to the balls that rested on her lower lip. He retracted and began to fuck her mouth, his hand entangled in her hair for leverage. Her pussy ached and dripped onto the bedcover with each thrust. Her hands gripped his hips, her nails digging in to the taut flesh. He stopped, pulled his cock from her mouth and pivoted one hundred and eight degrees. Planking over her for a moment, he lowered his cock back into her greedy mouth. He placed his knees either side of her head, and laid his body on top of hers, the weight of his ripped body pleasurable against her dainty frame. He grabbed her legs and pulled her hips up towards his face, burying it once more in her soaking genitals. His tongue insistently explored every inch of her, delving inside, swirling against her clit, probing and twisting against her welcoming ass. As he rimmed her, she ground her clit against the strong point of his chin. She pushed his hips upward, the cock slipped from her mouth covered in her drool that slopped in strings back to her chin and nose. She pulled him back down, his cock coming to rest below the satin of her neckline and between her tits, her tongue explored his ass. She loved the electricity pass through him, the shock, the way he eagerly succumbed to this new pleasure. He began to fuck her tits as he had her mouth moments before, with each back thrust her tongue delved deeper into his smooth asshole. There they lay, mutually rimming until she had another crashing orgasm, she moaned into his crack. He rolled sideways off her. He rolled her onto her stomach, puller her hips up and toward him. There was a rustling as she waited, her face buried in mattress and her ass up, facing him, the cool air from the ceiling fan making her soaking pussy and ass feel chilled, as if an ice cube was being rolled between them. Then he was behind her, she felt his presence before his hands grasped her hips. His cock, now sheathed in lubed latex rubbed against her clit, and then entered her. He began with slow thrusts, warming her up to it; building the excitement with expert precision. He filled her, stretched her tight pussy. Before long the thrusts became harder...faster. He was standing on the bed now, pounding down into her, one hand grasping her ass cheek, spreading it. The other was pushing her head into the bed. How many times she came she couldn’t tell you to this day. It seemed to be one long orgasm. She couldn’t remember him pushing his finger inside her ass as they thrust together, she suddenly became aware it was there and came immediately upon this realisation. After what may have been minutes or may have been hours, he retreated from her used pussy, which sat gaping for him. He pushed her back onto her side, he was frantically rolling the condom from his shaft and away from the head. He kneeled next to her reddened face and with few short strokes unleashed a hot and large load of semen across her face. It lashed at her nose and mouth, her tongue came out one final time to meet it, to bring as much of his seed as she could into her. He looked at her and smiled. He kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling through the jizz that plastered her. Then he stood up, turned his back and dressed in inevitable silence.
Looking back one final time with the smile she came to think of as his trademark he left. She lay wondering what had happened. Who was this builder who had entranced her so with his magic abs and magnificent cock? She found she didn’t know his name. Surprisingly she wished she did. It took her half an hour to move, in which time his cum had dried to her face. But she did not move to shower, she simply put her hand between her legs and frantically fingered herself to the memory of the night, felt the cream of her pussy cascade thickly down her knuckles as she allowed herself one final orgasm. She instantly passed into a heavy dreamless sleep, waking the next day late for her flight, still covered in cum, wearing her dishevelled black dress.
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