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I didn't really want any foreplay though, I was still on the edge after the workout in the bar. I needed to be fucked. I had never been fucked before. My ex had sex with me, usually once a week. It was quite dutiful, not exactly "every Wednesday at 10" but almost. My ex never really liked sex with me it seemed. I was reminded of that teenage joke about kids fucking two slices of liver in a jam jar feeling the same. He wasn't making love to me, he was thinking of someone else and effectively just wanking inside me. But Stanislav wanted me, his desire for me in that moment was almost overpowering for him. I'd had a couple of men who had made love to me in a very nice way, but not fucked like I was going to be now. I stepped onto the first stair and turned my back to Stanislav, opening my legs. God the view Graham must have of me now, I thought.

My new partner didn't need a second invite, he positioned himself behind me, and I felt his cock push into my arse cheeks. I reached behind to guide him into my welcoming pussy. He found the entrance and with one, then two pushes he was inside me. He wasn't doing anything special, but holy shit it felt good. After so much arousal previously, that moment of entry was like a moment of release. With a few tentative strokes he pushed up inside me, and then he got into his rhythm. I moaned heavily at the peak of every stroke. I could feel his sweaty belly on top of my buttocks, and his balls slapping against my thighs as he pushed harder each time. I'd never had sex doggy style before, my boobs were bashing up into my face and it just felt so animalistic. There was no finesse or pretense to it, only a frantic race to the climax.

I looked up to see Graham standing the other side of the stair railing, which I was gripping with white knuckles as Stanislav pounded into me. I briefly felt ashamed at the sight that must be before him, but I caught his eye and he smiled so affectionately at me, that at that moment I felt a great love for him. He rested his hand on mine reassuringly.

Stanislav gripped my hips in both hands and pushed further into me, like he was trying to come out the other side. He was coming, and so was I realized with a panic. My pussy walls were contracting violently around his cock, trying to suck it into me. My stomach was flipping over and sharp convulsions were going down my back. I looked at Graham, half in panic. I had never really experience an orgasm before. I'd had a couple of muted whimpers with my ex, but not like this, The difference here was like that between going in an indoor skydive and jumping out of a plane. My moans were coming heavier and building now, I was worried I would scream nosily. Sensing my concern Graham thrust my skirt to me, to bite on, like a patient in a Victorian hospital. I bit down hard and Stanislav pushed into me with one hard long stroke and there it was, I was coming violently, spasming and grunting, sweat pouring from me as I gripped onto the handrail, and Graham's hand like I was in childbirth.

It subsided and I was aware of Stanislav pulling out of me, my vulva walls reluctantly letting go of his fading cock. I sagged to me knees. God, what a sordid scene, naked, on my knees on some concrete stairs with a middle aged man's flaccid cock behind me. That regret was already started to kick in.

But Graham came to my aid, whispering t me "you are absolutely beautiful right now."

I smiled wanly at him, and got to my feet groggily. I kissed Stanislav on the cheek. We were both now a bit shy and embarrassed. "Thank you," I said.

He nodded, looked confused and Graham gave him a sign to leave. He did up his trousers and sheepishly exited. Graham presented my clothes back to me and I wearily dragged my skit back on and did a fumbled attempt at buttoning up my blouse. He linked arms with me and we walked up the stairs.

"Well, that was an interesting conference dinner," he said, and I collapsed into fits of giggles.

"Yes, I thought the after dinner entertainment was better than last year."

We exited onto the floor both our rooms were on. To my horror a couple were walking towards us. I was in such a disheveled state, my blouse half done up, my hair all sweaty and matted to m face, and my features flushed. It was obvious what I had been doing. They smiled at us knowingly, both of them exchanging looks after we had passed. Then they went down the stairs we had just exited. A few minutes earlier and they would have come across me in the act. Instead of feeling mortified at this thought, I felt aroused. Again.

Graham stopped outside my door. Even after all that had just happened, he didn't assume he would come in. It was still all down to me.

"Well," he said.

"Well," I replied. I reached down and squeezed his erect cock through his trousers. "I suppose it's only fair that I do something about this. That's if you want me to?"

"Oh Muriel, you are amazing," he leaned in and kissed me, passionately and lovingly. I was already feeling ready for more.