Once again, I am in Rotterdam for a week to attend various meetings and training at the headquarter of the company I work for.
Forty-four-year-old, father of three, and happily married, I have always been faithful to my wife and I have never been looking for anything else. My sex life is pretty normal and satisfying although I keep having these fantasies about female domination and unfortunately, my wife is not really interested.
Still, I love my wife and if I do dream and fantasize about something else, I have never broken our mutual trust and I do not believe I could… well that was until that day…
After a long day of boring meetings and tedious work I’m back at the hotel where I usually go to the bar to have a drink and eat some snacks before I get back to my room.
I am alone in this city and I do not particularly want to meet new people so I just sit at the bar with my headphones listening to Led Zeppelin or another of my favorite 70s rock band while I read a book on my tablet. I sip my single malt whisky and nibble on some bitterballen, just enjoying the moment.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my arm and look to my left to an incredible sight: a tall exquisite redhead with long curly hair, green eyes and a matching green business suit with a skirt just right above the knees.
Her long white nylon clad legs are perfectly shaped and enhanced by some sleek designer heels, her lightly see-through blouse reveals a set of heavy round breasts and her face is a feast for the eyes with just the right touch of red lipstick and a smokey eyes make-up…
She is perfection made woman and her hand is on my harm.
I take off my headphones and stutter an apology, "I’m sorry Madam, I did not hear you…"
"Yes, I figured. Apologies accepted. Do you mind if I sit here?" she says, showing me the bar stool next to mine.
I am in complete awe facing the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.
"Of course Madam, I’ll move my stuff a little so you can have some room," I reply, moving my laptop bag closer to my stool and removing the now empty bitterballen bowl from the side.
She sits, looks at me straight in the eyes, and gives me her hand. "Thank you. My name is Jade. Pleased to meet you."
Being French, instead of shaking her hand, I go for the old-fashioned “baise-main” where you pretend to kiss the lady’s hand but in fact you don’t even brush your lips there but mostly bow your head on that delicately manicured hand.
"Pleased to meet you as well, my name is Charles." And out of nowhere I add, "May I offer you a drink Jade?"
"Yes, you may my dear Charles. Thank you," she replies.
Her voice is deep and warm and gives me goosebumps.
I call the bartender and ask her what she would like to have.
"That's a whisky you're having right? I'll have same, straight, please."
The bartender brings a glass and pours a Bowmore 18yo.
She lifts her glass with her lovely hand, looks at me again: "Cheers!" and takes a sip.
"I see you have good taste in Scotch, Charles. I love the heavy peatty taste from the Islay malt."
I mumble something that resemble a thank you but I am completely overwhelmed by this green-eyed goddess with a small smile on her lips that says I-figured-you-out-from-heart-to-soul-and-I-know-what-you-crave.
"So, what are you here for Charles?"
I almost reply that I have been put on this earth only to worship her and become her slave for eternity but I clear my dry throat with a sip of Bowmore and tell her about my boring meetings, my stupid trainings and my stupid job.
She is still wearing that smile, borderline smirk, but she listens intently, her eyes piercing mine and drilling into my most hidden thoughts.
"My day has not been much better than you Charles..."
And my world suddenly tips over when she says, "I spent the whole day surrounded by lowlife ass-lickers who tried their worst to get into my knickers without getting close to literally lick my ass when that could actually have been interesting. On top of that my boss thought it would be great to fuck me on his desk with our biggest client and fill me up with their spunk before sending me out."
My eyes are wide open as is my mouth and I take another sip of my Scotch to try to regain composure when she adds, "So after this frustrating day, I need some relief... I need a guy to clean and eat my cunt until I'm satisfied and to take my strap-on up his tight ass like a man..."
Everything goes blank... All fuses are blown... Ctrl Alt Delete... My brain tries to reboot while I am trying hard not to spit out that last sip of Scotch.
She keeps looking at me with that half-smile that now looks more like a predator smile and asks, "So, are you game?"
Time stops for me when I consider this last question of her. What has not stopped though is the flow of blood going down to my cock straining in my boxer.
She is waiting for my answer and it looks like she does not like to wait. I have no time to think, to slow down or to stop.
"Well, I blurt out, what are we still doing here then?"
That feral smile looks even more dangerous when she says, "Good boy!" and finishes her Scotch in one go while standing up from her stool.
"You're right my pet, let's go take care of my needs."
I quickly sign the check to my room, pick up my stuff and follow after her to the elevators.
Not a word is said during the oh-so-long ride to the top floor but she keeps piercing my soul with her emerald stare while she grabs my cock through my pants and presses it hard in her hand.
We finally get to her room and when she closes the door behind me, she tells me to go to the bathroom to clean myself.
"Pay additional attention to your tight hole as I like a clean fuck. Everything you need is in there and I suggest you insert a lot of lube and the butt-plug you'll find by the shower."
"I want you back here naked, clean, plugged and ready for me asap. And don't make me wait pet..."
"Yes Mistress!" is all I could manage to reply.
She is in a suite and on my way to the bathroom I neatly drop my jacket and tie on a chair in the living room and almost run to comply with her instructions.
I undress quickly, find everything I need and turn on the shower. Once thoroughly and deeply cleaned, I pour the lube and prep my hole for what's coming.
I have never had more than fingers or small dildos in there and I struggle a bit with the fat butt-plug but finally manage without too much pain.
When I get out of the bathroom, she's waiting for me right by the door. She has removed her suit and blouse and she's standing in her heels and a white lacy lingerie set and her white nylons attached to her garter belt.
She's magnificent, a detonating mix of beauty, power and lust.
"Stop right there pet! Turn around and put your arms behind your back now."
She ties my wrist with my own tie, grabs my already hard cock and makes me follow her to the living room.
Her ass is absolutely perfect and I am hypnotized by the movements of these two globes of pearly flesh separated by her white thong.
She pushes me to the ground on the fluffy carpet and I am lying on my back looking at her voluptuous body.
Her hands go down to her thong while she says, "Your cleaning duties are overdue pet."
She slides her thong down and then just sits on my face with her hands grabbing my hair.
She does smell of spunk but I can also enjoy her own pussy fragrance which is rich and makes my cock even harder.
"Come on, get your tongue to work! I want a pristine pussy before I fuck you senseless..."
Her nicely trimmed little patch of red pussy hair is tickling my nose and I start lapping at her spread lips. It's intoxicating. I suck at her lips and lick all around before getting my tongue as deep as I can inside to remove the remnant of sperm from her boss and client.
She sighs appreciatively, "Yes, right there, just like that, lick it all my pet... Haaa yes, keep licking."
She is clean now and I can taste her own juice in my mouth, coating my lips and beard.
She starts grinding my head, my nose rubs on her clit and my tongue dances deeper inside her. This is Heaven...
She is moaning and adding pressure on my face, getting close now. I can feel her hands on my scalp like she is going to tear away my hair. He breathing has sped up and her moans are deeper when she pushes her clit on my lips and I start sucking at it like there is no tomorrow.
When I gently bit at her clit it is suddenly too much for her and she contracts her legs around my head and she screams from deep within:
"Yeees, yeees, aaah, yeee!"
Her juices are gushing in my mouth and over my face... Pure bliss...
She lets go of my hair and breathes deeply.
She stands up briefly only to turn around and come back with her ass on my face.
"As you're a good licker, let's see what you can do with my ass pet."
I start licking around her little brown hole, my tongue flipping from side to side then up and down her crack and again she presses her ass on my face.
Sometimes I can barely breathe but I keep tonguing her hole now pressing the tip at the center trying to force in.