At the Convention

Unable to control myself, I pulled her into a kiss. My mouth moved over hers devouring its softness. I forced her lips to part and thrust my tongue into her mouth like I hoped to thrust my cock into her pussy. As I roused her passion, my own grew stronger and I outlined the circle of her breast with my hand.

She surrendered to the forceful domination of my lips. The kiss grew more passionate like the soldering heat that joins metal. Suddenly she pushed against my chest breaking our kiss leaving my mouth burning with fire. Her eyes were wide with wonder and she seemed shocked at her own eager response to the touch of my lips. She panted with a hushed tone, "We better go."

I had fiery desire, an aching need, for another kiss. I sighed deeply, regaining control of my lust, I nodded. I followed her down the hall to the elevators. I pushed the down button and she handed me her key-card, acknowledging she had nowhere to put it. I slipped into my breast pocket just as the elevator doors opened.

Stepping inside the lift Whitney grabbed my arm and clung to it. She knew I could feel her big breast resting on my arm. Her scent filled the closed space and my nostrils flared in primeval response. The two businessmen that Whitney had nicknamed, Curly and Chubby got on the elevator a couple of floors down. They sniffed the air then smiled knowingly at Whitney. She responded with a blush. Then standing on her tip-toes she whispered quitely in my ear, "I'm not wearing any panties and I'm afraid anyone in a ten-foot radius of me is going to know how much you've gotten me aroused."

The elevator door opened and we strolled past the lobby toward the crowded ballroom. Through the crowd I spotted my colleague that Whitney had dubbed Mr. Ogle-My-Tits, and I waved to him. He spotted me and dropped his cocktail. The glass shattered on the floor. He stood opened-mouthed, stunned by the blonde clinging to my arm.

She had a swaggering sway to her hips and her stilettos clicked on the marble floor with purpose. Anyone who cared to notice would have recognized that she had the walk of a bitch in heat and was looking to mate. And by all accounts she had chosen me to do the honors.

We found a table and were joined by Curly, Chubby and Mr. Ogle-My-Tits. Whitney smiled at Mr. Ogle-My-Tis as he pulled her chair out for her then sat next to her. I was on the other side of her and Curly was sitting to my right and to his right was Chubby. They both smiled at Whitney who blushed again. They explained they were business partners.

Dinner was served. It was superb along with the good food there was good wine and good conversation. We discussed business trends in general and the convention in particular. While I finished eating Whitney slipped her arm around the back of my chair and absently ran her fingers lightly through the hair at the back of my head before she rubbed my back. The other men at the table seemed a bit envious of the attention I was receiving from the ravishing blonde beauty.

There were several speeches on the program and they began as soon as desert was served. The lights in the ballroom were dimmed and a spotlight focused on the speaker. The awards ceremony started when the ballroom's lights were turned back up. Each winner was called to the head table and given a plaque from the president of the business association. Curly and Chubby were awarded one for superior customer service.

Once all the awards were handed out the band began to play. Curly asked Whitney to dance.

She glanced at me and I nodded my assent. She shot me a wink then flashed him a flirtatious smile saying, "Why not?"

Curly followed her on to the dance floor so he could watch her ass wiggle. He was mesmerized by the oscillation of her bubble-butt as she shimmied her hips to the beat of the music. Looking over her shoulder she smiled at him. Then she spun on her heel and opened her arms to him. He embraced her and they swayed to the music. He rested his hand on her waist then slyly cupped her butt with it. They danced through couple of numbers then returned to our table.

After a round of cocktails Whitney was asked to return to the dance floor, this time with Chubby. He nodded at me as she led him out onto the dance floor. Then he too took in the salacious spectacle of her wiggling ass. When they were in the middle of the dance floor she wrapped her arms around his neck pressing her amble bosom against his chest. Chubby's bulk towered over Whitney's diminutive frame as they danced close together. He boldly slid his hands down to her butt and she let them rest there without protest. The band picked up its tempo and the couple exited the dance floor, Chubby was too embarrassed to call his awkward jerks and gyrations dancing.

As Whitney sat down next to me I looked into her face. It was flushed with excitement and she was giddy from the merited attention she was receiving. A waitress came by with a tray full of free whiskey shots. I took one and handed one to each member of the table. We clinked glasses after I toasted, "To Whitney, the Belle of the Ball."

A slow song began to play and Whitney headed to the dance floor with Mr. Ogle-My-Tits. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Mr. Ogle-My-Tits who seemed to be as mesmerized by the back and forth motion of her derrière as Curly and Chubby. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms encircled her waist. She did nothing to stop him as his hand slid from her waist to her ass. The dance floor was so crowded they could little more than sway to the music as he squeezed her buttock. The song ended and they broke apart to applaud.

The band started to play another number and just as Mr. Ogle-My-Tits was about to pull Whitney into his arms for another dance I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Mind if I cut in?"

He glowered his disdain but relented his claim to Whitney as social custom required. "I guess not."

Grinning I took Whitney into my arms and held her close as we swayed to the music. I pressed my pelvic against hers until I was sure she could feel my erection through our clothes. I whispered, "You excite me so much."

"I'm thrilled that I can excite you that much. Your cock feels really hard," she whispered back in my ear. Then she pulled me closer and ground her pelvis on my erection.

The band played a faster number and I watched fascinated as a young woman nearby palpitated her fanny against the crotch of her dance partner. With a wicked grin Whitney mimicked the young woman's erotic moves and ground her butt into my loins. My cock actually got harder.

Looking over her shoulder Whitney giggled as my face flushed crimson with excitement. Soon she got lost in the music and her lust. Her appealing ass wiggled and her tantalizing tits jiggled to the wild beat as she performed a primitive mating dance. She spun around and continued to dance in front of me bewitchingly gyrating her hips. Her voice was husky with lust as she suggested, "How about taking me back to my room and fucking me silly. You do want to fuck me, don't you, Chet?" She smiled seductively, " Because I'm sure I want you to fuck me. I really do."

I stood there for a long moment dumbfounded not expecting her to speak so crudely or so provocatively. Smiling, like I just won the lotto, I took her by the hand and led her off the dance floor. I concurred, "Let's go fuck."

We paused at the table long enough say good night to the other men. Perceptively they smiled sadly at us. Whitney had let each of them cop a feel of her body and get a little thrill but I was the one she was going to sexually satisfy with that body. After we entered the elevator Whitney jumped into my arms and kissed me hungrily. Her tongue probed my mouth and I responded by entangling mine with hers.

Once the elevator door opened we hurried down the hall to the room. Whitney giggled at me as I struggled to get the keycard to work. In frustration I croaked, "Damn it."

Calmly Whitney took the card from me and lightly slid it across the lock and it released. She pushed the door open and pulled me inside.

The room was glowing in lamp light. Whitney turned to me, with a wicked grin she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her then tossed it to the floor. She stood before me just wearing black lace stockings and sexy black stiletto heels.

The stockings framed her pink pussy into a picture of wanton pleasure. She had shaved her pussy completely bald since this afternoon. Her pussy glistened with anticipation and her clit peered from its hood seeking attention.

I watched her in silence as she walked slowly towards me seductively swinging her hips. My eyes tarried on her breasts. I noticed her nipples were hard and rose rigidly from the center of her pink areolas. My eyes roamed down to her pussy and I licked my lips. Impishly she smiled at me wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me with passion. I gently but firmly squeezed her breasts like I was checking a ripe fruit. I bent my head and took an erect nipple into my mouth and sucked it.

"That's it, Chet," She hissed while running her fingers through my hair.

She pushed me away from her breasts. She was ready to proceed so she slid my suit coat off and let it fall to the floor. Then she unbuttoned my shirt kissing my chest as she undid each button. Soon it joined the jacket on the floor. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my trousers. Gleefully she fished my hard cock out and studied it for a moment before kissing its swollen helmet then licking the pre-cum drooling from it. Looking me straight in the eye she said, "I'm defiantly going to get plenty of pleasure from this monster."

I stammered, "Glad you like it."

"I love it, especially, when it's so big and hard."

She licked the underside of my shaft. Smiling up at me she stroked my cock with hands, twisting and turning it in her hands. She drew my cockhead back into her mouth and sucked on fiercely. Unable to accommodate all my cock in her mouth she continued to stroke the remaining shank. Soon, she was sucking and stroking my big cock for all she was worth.

My cock swelled and my testicles contracted before sending cum spewing from my cock. My shout of ecstasy reverberated throughout the room, "I'm cumming, Whitney."

Her mouth filled with my cum. She swallowed all she could but a bit leaked from the corner of her mouth. She twirled her tongue around my bloated cock head cleaning cum from it. Then she released my cock from my mouth and giggled as I collapsed into a nearby chair. Noticing a dollop of cum resting on her breast she wiped it up with her forefinger and licked it clean. She smiled at my gaze of astonishment and whispered huskily, "Your cum tastes great, Chet."

She rose from the floor and sauntered to the bed. Her buttocks jiggled joyously as she ambled silently across the carpet. Glancing over her shoulder she caught my eye and gave me a flirtatious grin. She half sprawled on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. She pinched a nipple with one hand and lazily ran a finger from her other hand between the folds of her labia. Seductively she cooed, "I'm so wet, Chet. I'm ready for you to fuck me now."

I stood and shed my trousers then stepped out of my boxers. My cock, once again erect swayed between my legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. Reaching for one of her creamy white breasts I gently but firmly squeezed it. Smiling as she moaned, I appreciated her responsiveness. I kissed her neck before moving down to suck a pink nipple into my mouth.

She encouraged me to suckle by running her hands through my hair and murmuring, "That's it Chet, that feels so good."

Leaving her heaving breasts I drug my tongue down her trembling torso. I teased her by blowing my hot breath over her tummy. Goose bumps rose all over her trunk. I kissed and licked my way down her body until I was between her legs. I brushed my lips on her bare skin above her stocking top before sucking little hickeys on her thighs.

Her pussy was splayed wide before me like a blooming rose and her fragrance beckoned me to indulge. Nipping one of her pussy lips lightly with my teeth I gently tugged it from side to side and sent snake-like tongue flickers into her interior. She moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair and pushing my face deep into her pussy. When I slid two fingers into her simmering snatch she gasped at the unexpected penetration and muttered, "Feels good, so good."

When her clit peeked from its hood I darted my tongue against it then suck on it, she babbled unintelligibly as her body was racked with pleasure. Pulling my fingers from her pussy I replaced them with my thumb. Meanwhile, I worked my saturated finger up her butthole while she clutched the bed sheets growling. I pinched my finger and thumb together like I was carrying a six-pack. At the same time I tenderly bit her clit.

Whitney arched her back and screamed while her body convulsed with orgasmic gyrations. Suddenly, she collapsed into silence. Looking at me through half-open eyelids she feebly smiled. Reaching up she seductively racked her fingernails across my belly. She giggled as my muscles trembled beneath her touch.

I put my hands behind her knees and pushed them to her breasts as she seized my rock solid cock and guided into her wet wanton cunt. I slowly sank my cock into her until my bloated balls rested against her pretty pink pucker. Warranted gratification caused us both to moan.

"So big, so hard," Whitney groaned. She dug her fingernails into my flesh as she clutched my ass. Her eyes widen in disbelief as her cunt convulsed around my cock in a sudden and unexpected orgasm. She shut her eyes and wailed, "Ahhhh!"

I hissed and fought back my own urge to cum as her cunt squeezed my cock like a velvet vice. I huffed, "Whitney, your pussy is so responsive. It feels so good."

Once she recovered, she demanded, "Fuck me, Chet. Fuck me hard."

With that kind of encouragement I pummeled her pussy. I set a fantastic pace that drove waves of ecstasy throughout her body. As I hammered my cock into Whitney again and again, her big breasts bounced to and fro like they were directly propelled by my cock.

She twisted her nipples squealing with depraved delight. Reaching between her legs she diddled her clit with urgency. Her hips bucked furiously on my cock as her passion peaked. Wild-eyed she howled, "My pussy...cum...my pussy...cum."

I felt her cunt contract as she wailed in ecstasy as wave after climatic wave crashed down on her. After she relaxed I frantically plunged my cock into her hot box like a lunatic while she bounded her heels across my ass like bronco rider trying to score an eight.

Whitney must have felt my cock grow inside her and surmising I was ready to cum she pleaded for me to pull out of her pussy before I shot my load. She begged, "Pull out Chet, please pull out."

I had barely withdrawn my cock from her quivering quim before I was spewing spunk all over her belly. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I hissed as white light exploded in my brain like bolts of lightning. My passion drained with each lustful spurt.

Whitney firmly squeezed my contracting balls. She lovingly stroked and squeezed my shaft milking one last drop of cum from my cock. When I was depleted she leaned back on her elbows. Looking down at her torso, which was covered with my cum from her breasts to the top of her thighs, she giggled then said, "Wow, Chet, that's a lot of cum."

"I did say that you excited me." I smiled at her. I fetched a warm wet wash cloth from the bathroom and slowly bathed my spent semen from her. I started with just the few drops beneath her breasts then down her belly to the puddles of cum left between her legs. I figured she may be a little sore from the pounding I had just given her so I touched her pussy as gently as I could.

She purred her pleasure as the warm cloth soothingly cleansed her. "Thank you. You're a thoughtful lover, Chet."

I patted her dry then collapsed on the bed next to her. I kissed her deeply and whispered, "I can't wait for next year's convention in Denver."

She laid her head on my chest and we soon succumbed to sleep, a deep cloying slumber that only comes from complete and total sexual satiation.