But whatever I was doing, whether standing in front of the group in training or lying alone in my hotel bed before sleep, a part of me was keeping warm by thinking about Saturday night.
“I wonder what Hammer was visualizing when he promised to make me scream?” I wondered as I squirmed in bed.
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After work on Friday night, I changed hotels, moving to another part of town. I didn’t want any connection between my job and what I had planned for my entertainment. Everyone in the Austin office thought I went straight back to Chicago.
The arrangement I had with Hammer and Roxy was to meet them at a club called The Pit, on Austin’s East Side.
The meeting was still more than a day away. I was boiling over with excited anticipation, with visions of Hammer and Roxy and what they were going to do with me. I couldn’t wait. Driven by my growing horniness, I decided a little warm-up wouldn’t be a bad idea.
That was easy to arrange. Around eight-thirty I went down to the hotel’s bar for a drink. Sitting alone at first, I was soon joined by Stefan, a businessman who was stranded in Austin for the weekend. He was nice enough for my purposes.
We talked, drank, danced, drank, and eventually went to his room. Once there, barely inside, I surprised him by dropping to my knees to give him a wild blow job, just to get things started. He reacted well but I stopped before he came, wanting to preserve him for my own pleasure.
On the bed, I stripped my clothes off while helping him get out of his.
“Stefan,” I purred as I got on hands and knees, turning my back side to him. “Give me a good pounding.”
He had no argument with that suggestion. I moaned as he slipped into my amply wet pussy and gasped with every stroke that he slammed into me.
When I got tired of being fucked on my knees, we switched so I could ride him as a cowgirl.
I had my arms up, both hands on top of my head, bouncing and breathing rapidly, noisily. He kept his eyes on my wildly jiggling breasts. When I could see he was going to come, I got off and lay on my back with my mouth open, pushing my tits together and tweaking my nipples.
“Come on me now; I want your cum,” I told him. I stuck out my tongue.
With a big groan, he let go an ample shot, painting cum lines across my boobs and face with some going right in my mouth.
I sucked the last drops out of his cock, smeared around his cum then licked off my hands.
“Yum! Thank you so much,” I told him teasingly, as he collapsed on the bed.
After we snuggled for a few minutes, I asked, “Again?” I expected a negative reply, but I was wrong.
He stayed on his back as I licked his cock hard. With vigorous hand and mouth motions I got him off again in only a few minutes. I kept it in my mouth, sitting back as I made swishing sounds with his load. Finally, I swallowed it all.
He seemed really pleased with me and with his own performance. He worked overtime to return the favor, licking me into a solid orgasm.
My hours with Stefan were quite enjoyable, a pleasurable prelude to the wild circus of excess I expected the next night. On my way back to my own room, I was smiling broadly, warmed by memories and anticipation.