A Special Business Trip

Hammer? He was about to hammer with it.

Bryan moved closer, and took Kim's legs and moved them slightly up and into position. Her eyes were still closed, she was still cumming, only vaguely aware of him, or anything. She opened her eyes just in time to see him over her, on top her, and ready to shove his cock inside her. Before she was even aware of what was happening, he thrust it in slowly, but with force, all the way to the hilt. It slid in easily. Her pussy became tight as he put it in, and it was incredibly wet. There was practically no friction, but there was the heat from her body.

Kim looked him in the eyes and they went wide as she gasped loudly, her mouth forming an "O" as she made the sound throatily, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her orgasm had not completely subsided, and now she quickly climbed back into the land of complete and total pleasure, and she stayed there for a long, long time.

She thrashed and bucked against Bryan as he thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Her clit slid moistly back and forth across the top of it, and his cock applied a steady pressure to it. Meanwhile, his head and shaft relentlessly drove in and out, in and out. He was on his knees on top of her, so he had plenty of staying power, and the ability to apply pressure upwards, towards the top of her pussy, and she responded by quaking downward onto it with her hips with such uncontrollable force that only because he was so hard was he able to stay in her and continue to fuck her.

Bryan had been going slow and steady, and at the top of each thrust, added a little push. He felt like he was hitting bottom, hitting the very top of her pussy, feeling it on the top of the head of his dick. And then he would pull almost all of the way out, till it was just his cockhead inside her, and shove it in again, like a piston.

Every so often he would pull it completely out, and poke at the outside of her cunt lips with it, and then slowly put it in again. It felt just like he was entering it for the first time again. Each move he made, and each new move elicited more noise from Kim. He finally had to stop momentarily, feeling that he was getting close. He rubbed it against the outside of her pussy, against her clit, and up and down.

Finally, when he stuck it back inside her, he only put it halfway in. Then he started pumping quickly this time, halfway in every time, very fast. Her moaning voice vibrated like she was going down a bumpy road, and then the scream that it turned into did the same. When she was screaming loudly, he paused for a brief second, and then shoved it hard, all the way in.

Kim completely lost control of her body. She was screaming with a hoarse moan now, her hands searching for a place to go. They found his arms and her fingers dug in tightly. Bryan had been concentrating on her pleasure, and it had paid off. It allowed him to hold off from cumming long enough to give her pleasure. He was so happy. He felt a sense of relief. He really wanted to make this the best possible fuck for her. For him? It certainly was the best. There was no question.

As he fucked her at medium speed, he thought about how close he had gotten to her on the internet. The friendship, the flirting, the talking dirty. Talking about fantasies that he would never have discussed with anyone one else, even his wife. Or especially. She let him open up, talk about all of it, encouraged him. He had never even said the word "cum" in front of his wife.

He had talked dirty to Kim, and she had talked even dirtier back to him, opening up new avenues of pleasure. He enjoyed masturbating thinking about her as much as he enjoyed real sex.

--Even though it left him with a hole inside, because it was only fantasy, and he couldn't touch her. And now here he was, and it was real. It was a dream come true, really. He hoped she felt the same way. He was so happy he was able to give her this pleasure. And what she had done for him—that was one fantastic blowjob! And now he was fucking her, fucking her good and hard.

Or were they making love?

He could easily fall in love with her. In fact, he probably had already. When he had cum in her mouth was probably the exact point in time, although it had been building these past few years.

But just sex—just sex would not be this good. He had had "just sex" before, a quickie, or a woman he liked but didn't know well. Of course it's always good. But this was special. They had a real connection. When he thought about it, they had actually had an old-fashioned courtship—with dirty talk—before they became intimate. It solidified their relationship. It certainly solidified his cock. It felt bigger, thicker, and harder than it ever had in his life.

He looked down at Kim's face, in the absolute throes of pleasure. She had been in a constant state of orgasm for a long time now. Her eyes were closed, she was moaning, and she seemed to be smiling.

She was beautiful.

It was time. He adjusted himself to get off of knees and onto his toes, and his thrust and position was different, and the pressure was different. His tempo changed, and Kim responded in kind. She raised her legs up higher, her knees bent, and she managed to take notice and look at him.

She grabbed his arms again, and put her legs around his ass. In between her moans, she bit her lip and said breathily, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, Bryan. Oh, Bryan. Oh, fill me with your cock. Oh. . . . Oh! Oh, fill me with cum! Oh! Oh! Fill me, baby! Fuck me! Yes! Oh, yes!"

She was talking dirty to him, but there was love and passion in her voice. There was a closeness between them, an expectation that whatever she said, whatever she did, he would accept it, relish it, love it, and respond to it. And it was true. They had already been past the discovery, and they knew each other. Now they were old lovers, for the first time.

Bryan's entire body was stiff, just like his cock, and he fucked Kim with his whole body, moving in and out of her. She was squirming and bucking her hips in slow rhythm, and she could feel his cock bulge bigger inside her. His nuts had been banging against her ass, and they were wet with the juices from her pussy.

He could feel the sensation of orgasm rising inside of him. He could feel the walls of her pussy caressing his cock. He was about to come, he could feel it. Kim could feel it too, and she looked at him and held him, and watched him. She had gotten off so much, she wanted him to really enjoy this fuck. She managed to pay attention to his thrusts, and timed her hip movement to his, to meet him, meet his cock, and she squeezed her pussy around his cock. He felt this tightening, and it made his cock feel even better. He imagined being inside his cock, and sliding in and out of her pussy. If he could, he would eat her at the same time that he fucked her. He would have to settle for squirting his load inside her.

He wanted to come, but a part of him didn't, because then it would end. This was the best sex, the best experience in his life, and he wanted it to last.

Forever.

He looked down at Kim, who was looking intently at him while they fucked. They moved together, they moved as one. It felt so good, to be inside her, to have him inside her, to be this close. He moved his head closer to hers, and she did the same, and they kissed. They locked lips together, their tongues intertwined, hot and wet, passing saliva back and forth, exploring each others' mouths, saying with a deep, passionate kiss what no words could say. Kim's entire body shuddered and quaked at the same time that Bryan's completely stiffened, and yet he managed to keep thrusting as he exploded. They kept their lips locked to each other as they moaned loudly and almost screamed into each other's mouths as they came. Bryan shot a load hard and deep into her, and her body responded by releasing even more fluid, more wetness, and more heat. Their tongues intertwined, their bodies connected, their fluids were mixed. They managed to look each other in the eyes, although they started to roll back.

Bryan was having trouble thrusting and stiffened up, so Kim's legs around his ass pulled him in. He arched his back, trying to put more of his cock inside her. Her legs spread wide, taking every last bit of it in. They had since released their kiss, and were now moaning audibly.

Kim felt the cock inside her pulsing, expanding and shrinking, and quivering slightly. She felt the head inside her, touching the very bottom of her pussy. She felt the shaft as it slid against her wet walls. She felt his nuts, now wet, against her ass cheeks. She was starting to come back to Earth now, as she watched Bryan, who had stopped moving, frozen above her and in her. A drop of drool came out of his mouth and landed on her chest. He quivered again, in finality.

She could feel his cock now start to soften, and he started to get off of her. She grabbed him with her legs and said, "No—Stay like this. Just—stay." They kissed again, slowly, softly, tenderly, for several minutes.

His cock paid attention to this, and stopped softening. It gradually started to get hard again. Not as hard as it was, and not as big, but enough to stay hard inside her. Instinctively, automatically, he moved his hips against hers, and she did the same.

He couldn't believe he could be hard again. But there was no pressure here to perform, it was just a very natural thing. They were making out, kissing, fondling, and touching, slowly, while they very casually fucked. Instead of moaning and groaning, each slow, deliberate thrust he made inside her earned a deep, satisfied sigh.

Kim finally said to him, "Why don't you take a break, and lay on your back?"

"Okay." He kissed her once more, then pulled off and out of her. Then he turned and lay on his back, with a pillow under his head. Hands behind his back, he relaxed. Kim just lay there for a moment before getting up. She got to her knees. A small amount of cum was starting to drip out of her cunt. She noticed Bryan's cock, glistening with wetness, some cum dripping down the side. His cock was still hard, but lying down. She grabbed it with her hand as she put a leg over him to straddle him. She stroked the wet thing a bit, and positioned it under her pussy. She had one hand on his chest for balance. Kim slid the head of his cock to her hole and then slowly sat down on it, legs wide around him. Bryan was watching the entire time, enjoying the view of her hairless pussy taking in his cock and sliding down onto it, like it was eating it. When she came to rest sitting on him, she adjusted herself and his cock. His legs were together, and she could feel his nuts behind her. She reached around behind her to touch them, and used her wet hand, the one with cum on it. Then she leaned forward to dangle her tits in his face, and put both hands on his chest.

She began to ride him. She was leaned forward, so it was easy to rise off of him and go back down. Bryan loved this sensation. It was similar to a blowjob. He wasn't moving, the pussy was moving, taking him in. She was still very wet, and it slid off and on easily. He used this chance to grab her tits and put them in his face, and alternate licking them. Kim was making long, deliberate thrusts, and he felt even more like he was hitting the bottom.

And he was. This is what Kim wanted to do. On top, she could position herself and her cunt to get the right angle of attack, and go as deep as possible inside her. She was able to maintain a constant, steady rate of pumping action, hit the bottom, and go back up. Being on top created a completely different sensation her as well. Much like the blowjob, she was in control. She was in charge. She was doing the fucking. Bryan liked the difference of being in the passive, receiving end of the fuck. The difference was, instead of him fucking for his pleasure, and the woman getting some pleasure from it, she was fucking him, for her pleasure. But he was still getting pleasure from it.

He thought back to the blowjob earlier—how long ago was it? It seemed like days. He had no idea what time it was. It must have been hours. It was early afternoon when she first came over. It might be evening by now.

He hadn't fucked this much in one day in twenty years. Being with someone new, someone different was a big part of it. But this excitement between them had been building for two years. There was no foreplay, no need for build-up; they had had that already.

He looked at her tits as he licked them, and sucked on them. They were big enough to fuck, that's for sure. That's a good size. He alternated sucking each nipple while he played with the opposite one. It was hard to tell how sensitive they were, or how much she liked it. She seemed to be focused on the cock she was sliding up and down on. But she did push her tits at him, and turned each way to help him alternate. The nipples were big, and they were sticking out, which made them easy to suck on.

Soon she stopped sliding up and down, and just sat and ground into his cock and groin. She moved in a circular motion, then back and forth, rocking her hips, then circular again. She kept doing it this way, then raised up again for some deep thrusts, and then was down again grinding her pussy onto him. Suddenly, he felt a warm wetness engulf his cock, and her hands gripped the side of his chest. She ground harder into him, really fucking him, and he looked right at her as she moaned loudly. She was cumming. She was fucking him, using his dick, and cumming. She rocked harder against him, in rhythm. At the forward position of each rock, she would stall briefly, then move back and forward and stall again. Her neck loosened up and bobbed as she moved. The moan turned into an "Oooh—ooooh —oooh! Oh! Ohhhh! Oh! Oooh! Oooh—ooooh!"

The new wetness allowed her to slide up and down on him faster. He was being pumped. She was in control, and pumping him. He thrust his hips forward to meet her and every down stroke, but she was doing most of it. She had used him to cum, and now she was going to make him cum. Again.

Bryan felt no control over it as the pumping done to him and the pleasure was given to him. He felt the sensation rise in his loins, his groin, in his stomach, in his brain, in his cock. He started to come. He felt something come out of his cock, but was unsure if there was anything left. He started to moan, then pant, then scream a little. When he does the fucking, he can slow down when it gets to be too much for him to handle. But she kept up the same steady pace.

Bryan started thrashing back and forth. It was more than he could handle. He wanted her to slow down, he wanted her to stop, he wanted her to keep going. She kept going. His cock was throbbing inside of her, getting too much sensory information, too much contact. He wanted to pull it out, or pass out. He tried futilely to push her hips and make them stop moving. It was too much for him. He was almost in tears. He was saying, "Oh, my God, stop! Too much! Too much! Oh, God!"

It just made her thrust more. She finished, too. She finally slowed down, and Bryan was practically whimpering and laughing, because he didn't know what else do to. She moved very slowly, then finally stopped, at the bottom, still astride him, his cock inside her. It leapt and throbbed in spasms, and then softened up very quickly, but she stayed on it. She looked down on him triumphantly. His head fell back, eyes closed. He swallowed hard; seeking moisture for his mouth, which was dry from screaming.

Kim slowly rose off of him, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding out of her, used, spent, soft. She caught a glimpse of the TV, with the time, as she lay down beside him and went to sleep.

The sleep after sex is the best sleep of all. Men know this; women on occasion will experience this as well. All frustration, all tension, is completely gone. It is the most relaxing sleep there is. Bryan imagined he was laying in the grass near a stream on a cloudless, perfect day. Puppies and kittens floated in the sky. Perhaps he was dreaming.

A little over an hour they slept, but it felt longer. Bryan awoke first, feeling really, really good. Kim lay next to him, facing away on her side. He got up and saw the time, realized he was hungry. He got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, she was beginning to stir. He sat next to her on the bed, leaned down and kissed her. She groaned happily, a wake-up noise, and put an arm on him.

"What do you want to do now?" he asked.

"You mean position-wise, or props, or what?" she asked innocently.

Bryan poked her in the side, where she was ticklish right now. "No, silly. Well, maybe. But not now. I mean, the other part of our plan. Go get something to eat, get something to drink—come back here. . . . "

"Oh. That's right. And then you're going to fuck me in the ass."

He said, "See, I wish you wouldn't put it like that. It means more to me than that. I was going to make love to you –"

"--In the ass—" she interrupted.

"--Really hard," Bryan finished, then playfully smacked her on her exposed ass. "But first things first. You know this area. Pick a place. Someplace you've never been either, if you want."

She sat up. "Hmmm. . . Give me a minute to think of something."

They took a shower together, and played. They lathered each other up, and Bryan became semi-hard, and remained that way for the rest of the shower. Kim turned her back to him, and playfully rubbed her ass against his dick. It slid back and forth through her crack. He could have easily bent her over and stuck it to her then. Instead, he bent his knees to get lower, and let it slide right outside her pussy, which made her shriek and moan, and it echoed in the shower. He hugged her from behind, grabbed her tits, and pumped against her ass slowly, letting her enjoy it. She grabbed his cock and used her hand to rub it against her pussy and her exposed clit. She had cum in the shower, using his cock to masturbate with.

They got dressed and went out. Kim picked a place in a part of town she was unfamiliar with, but had heard about. They ate in the restaurant, then went to the bar and had a few drinks and listened to the live Blues band. Not much of a dance floor, but they did manage to cut it a little.

They danced to a few slow songs, and Kim melted into his arms, head on his chest. She could feel his heart beat. They talked, and as they talked, they held hands, and looked in each other's eyes.

They stood or sat on stools and watched the band. They place was not very crowded at all, being an early weeknight. It seemed like the only ones there were the band and themselves.

After she had a few drinks in her, Kim stood in front of Bryan, with her ass to him, and just ever so casually ground it against him, or just pressed it to him.

Initially the idea hadn't appealed to her much, but as she started to get drunk, it actually started to excite her. Plus the anticipation of what it would be like, and the memory of the great sex they had earlier. She turned to him once and whispered in his ear, "I can't wait for you to fuck me in the ass!"

Her breath was cool, and smelled of alcohol. It blew and tickled in his ear, and the combination of the sensation it created and the words she said sent a tremor down his body, and a twinge in his cock. It jumped in his pants, and in her hand, which was right on his crotch to catch his reaction. Her eyes looked up at him demurely, knowingly. It was damn sexy.

He remembered to ask how she found him. Kim said, "My husband is out of town. At first I told him he couldn't go on this trip, but then when you emailed me and let me know when you were going to be here, I made him go. You emailed me once from your work, and your signature had your phone number on it. I called it, and actually misdialed the extension and got your boss, Kim."