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Arriving at my hotel, Richard placed his hand on my thigh, slowly moving it upward until his hand cupped my pussy. Leaning toward me he kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining sensuously. Ending the kiss he said, "I hope you aren't angry with me for what happened at the club tonight. It was, after all, my turn to participate but perhaps I should have recused myself because of our professional relationship. On the other hand, I'm afraid I was also looking forward to sampling that sweet body of yours!"
"No Richard, I'm not angry about that. I must admit I enjoyed your body fully as much as you did mine, although I think I would have had reservations about the ethics of the situation had I known about it before hand," I responded with a smile and another tingling kiss.
I invited Richard up to my suite for a nightcap. However he demurred, saying that would probably lead to something else and that I didn't need any more excitement until I'd had a good night's sleep. As he helped me out of the passenger seat of his gleaming little road rocket he said, "I'll ring you up in the morning. Perhaps you'll join me for a picnic in Bournemouth."
After escorting me to the front door, he kissed once again before he left, his sleek sports car pulling smoothly into the heavy after-theater traffic. Entering the hotel lobby, I approached the front desk and asked if there were any messages for me. The night clerk turned and retrieved an envelope delivered by a messenger service and two fax messages from my box.
Entering my suite, I collapsed on the sofa and examined my mail. The letter was from Richard and I noted it had been picked up by the messenger service from his office at 3:58 pm, long before he could possibly have received Ellen's call. Since I already knew the essence of its contents, I laid it aside for the moment and read the two fax messages.
The first was from Ellen, congratulating on my new membership in her club and adding that she would call me first thing in the morning for all the delicious details of the evening.
The second fax was from the CEO of my firm. Scanning its contents, I gasped in total surprise. Rereading it carefully, I flopped back against the sofa cushions, staring at the ceiling as a wide grin spread across my face. It seems the board of directors had decided to open a consolidated overseas headquarters here in London, reporting directly to the company president and that I was being offered the CEO position. Should I accept the position, I should cancel my vacation and remain in London to locate housing, hire staff, and coordinate the acquisition of office facilities. Whoa ... this was completely unexpected! I grabbed my corporate address book, looked up Richard's home address and dialed his number. When he answered I said, "Grab your jacket and get your ass back over here as fast as that little toy of yours can make it. We're going out on the town and celebrate!"
"Is this you Alex? What in hell are you talking about ... celebrate what?"
"Yes, this is Alex. Never mind what it's about, just haul your sorry butt over here! I'll explain later." With that, I broke the connection, grinning like a fool.
Dashing into the bathroom, I cleaned up and replaced my now crusty panties with a black thong. Grabbing my purse and a light jacket, I dashed down to the lobby to await Richard's arrival.
An hour later, comfortably ensconced in a dark corner of an upscale London club, I asked a puzzled Richard, "How would you like to be the Comptroller of our firm's Foreign Operations Division?"
"You must have fried some circuits tonight," he laughed. "There is no Foreign Operations Division."
"That's true ... but there will be within three weeks." I explained the fax I had found waiting for me at the hotel.
Richard was silent for a moment, digesting the unexpected news and considering its ramifications. Finally he cleared his throat and said, "Of course I accept your most generous offer. As you know, my degree is in economics and I'm sure I can handle money much better than I can people. Just a thought, but do you think you could entice Ellen to accept a position in our new division?"
"Let me handle Ellen. She'll be calling me first thing in the morning. I'm sure I can put together an offer she can't refuse!"
"In that case, how about returning to my place for some celebratory Champaign and ... umm ... whatever," he replied with an exaggerated Groucho Marx leer.
"Well, if you're up to it, I'm game," I grinned.
Richard lived in a very large plush apartment located in an equally very exclusive building only a few blocks away from the club we had just left. After giving me a guided tour of his obviously expensive lodgings, we arrived at last at his bedroom suite. A massive teak four-poster bed dominated the main room. I noticed, with a slight smile, that the lower side of its canopy consisted of a huge beveled-glass mirror.
In one corner was a sitting area with a low coffee table surrounded by three overstuffed club chairs and a matching love seat. Seating me on the sofa, he stepped to a wet bar hidden behind folding doors. Producing a chilled bottle of champagne and two flute glasses, he returned, settled himself next to me and poured our wine. As we sipped our drinks, we discussed the ramifications of the fax I had received from the home office. Finally, taking the champagne flute from my unresisting hand and placing both glasses on the table, he slipped one arm around my shoulders and kissed my raised lips slowly and passionately, his other hand cupping and gently squeezing my breast. I felt my body respond to his welcome attentions; a warm glow growing in my groin and my nipples tingling as they hardened. Breaking off the kiss Richard rose and, taking my arm, led me across the room to the bed.
As he removed my dress, I fumbled with his belt. Finally loosening it, I quickly unzipped his fly and slid his trousers and briefs to the floor. Dropping to my knees, I grasped his beautiful semi-erect cock and softly kissed its huge cock-head. As I flicked my tongue over its sensitive underside, Richard groaned softly and pulled my mouth firmly to his rapidly expanding cock. I licked and kissed my way down its hardening shaft until I found my nose buried in the course pubic hair covering his pendulous testicle sack.
Kissing his balls, I gently sucked one of them into my hot mouth and massaged it thoroughly with my tongue, then let it slip from between my lips before slowly licking and kissing my way back up his shaft toward his cockhead. As his cock swelled his foreskin had retreated, now exposing the entire bright purple head, a drop of pre-cum glistening from its slit. I licked the drop of tangy fluid into my mouth, savoring its musky flavor but, as I started to slide my ovaled lips over his now fully inflated cock, he suddenly grasped me under my arms and lifting easily into his arms, placed me on my back in the center of the large king sized bed. Looking up, I could see my naked body stretched out on the coverlet; my legs spread wide apart and my tiny bush glistening from Richard's saliva and my own juices. Kneeling over my head, he bent forward and buried his face in my eagerly awaiting pussy, his throbbing cock now directly over my mouth. As I felt his broad tongue begin exploring my now flooded vulva, I grasped his shaft firmly and, with some difficulty, slipped my lips over his cock-head. I couldn't get much more than its head into my mouth due to its size but I sucked on it greedily, while at the same time jacking his shaft back and forth slowly with both hands.
While I was attending to his cock, Richard sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly with his wonderfully talented tongue. My body responded to this sweet torture, my hips involuntarily thrusting against his demanding mouth. Finally, sensing my rapidly approaching orgasm, he sat up and quickly reversed his position. Placing a small pillow under my ass, he knelt between my trembling thighs and, grasping both legs, placed my ankles on his broad shoulders. Leaning forward, he clamped his wet mouth over mine. I could taste my pussy juices on his tongue as he thrust it deep into my mouth. Grasping my wrists, he raised my arms over my head and held them there as I felt his huge mushroom shaped cockhead press insistently against the hot, wet opening of my tunnel.
As his cock-head slowly pushed through the tight muscles surrounding my entrance and inched its way into my slick depths, I felt my sheath first stretching to accept it and then contracting behind it to clamp tightly around his shaft. My final thought, before surrendering to the wondrous sensations racing through body was "Eat your heart out Ellen!"