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Business trip

A few months ago I started working in our export-oriented company responsible for sales and marketing in Europe, but also as an opportunity to get to know things from the inside and be ready to take over the leadership in a few years when my father leaves.

So he often assigns me other tasks, even if they are not exactly in my field. This time I will be representing our company at a three-day conference here in Greece. I would be staying at the hotel, while representatives from companies (sellers and buyers) from all over Europe and the Middle East would come to the conference.

The first day after registration and settling into the rooms, had a series of afternoon talks and presentations, while the evening would end with dinner and drinks at the hotel pool for acquaintances and discussions between the delegates in a relaxed atmosphere.

I made the presentation of our company to the delegates and the comments were particularly positive both for our company and for me from the delegates, the majority of whom were a male audience, between 40-60 years old.

After the speeches, I went up to the room to rest, freshen up, and change for dinner. For the evening I chose a sleeveless blue mini dress, black heels, and a black jacket. I had the hair up and pulled back for a more serious, professional look, leaving the neck bare and accentuating the bust on the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror of the room and despite the professional presence she was also very sexy, letting the imagination run wild. Pale lipstick and a pair of hoop earrings completed the look.

Satisfied, I got off and headed to the pool, where we would have dinner, divided into tables, as the British conference organizer had arranged for us. Next to me at the table sat an Italian lady around 55-60, who I would make sure to put in touch with our representative in Italy. On the other side, it was Pierre, a representative from France. Around 40 with blonde hair and very tall.

He seemed particularly excited that I happened to be next to him at dinner and he took care of me all the time with drinks and serving me whatever I wanted from the big table, while the whole evening he didn't stop talking to me, saying flattering words about my speech and presentation, but also to subtly flirt by talking about my appearance tonight. He ate me up with his eyes and I confess that he was not indifferent to me either, since his whole presence had something noble, and kind and the attention he showed me flattered me especially.

So I didn't refuse after dinner his proposal for a drink at the tables with sofas next to the hotel pool, with soft music and candles. He seemed very happy to accept his proposal and ordered champagne from the bar to serve us. He had his own company in France, he liked traveling in Europe and America. He was eating me up with his eyes, he kept making flattering comments about my appearance and he didn't stop filling my glass with champagne. He probably wanted to get me drunk and I think he at least succeeded in making me dizzy.

So I didn't refuse him to "read" my hand and tell me my fortune. Something he said he learned in here Greece. He took my palm, came closer to me on the sofa, his right leg now resting on my left, and his fingers ran slowly and excruciatingly up the inside of my palm and sometimes, quite randomly, up the inside of my bare hand (of course I had taken off the jacket and was left with only the dress). A little bit of the champagne, which had made me dizzy and relaxed, a little bit of his uncontrollable chatter and the funny things he told me about my luck and my future, a few of his flattering comments and the hungry look of the "predator", which I have been since I was little accustomed, they left me vulnerable to his bolder touches. Not beyond the hand, but the slow, caressing drag of his fingers on my arm was already unsettling me. I figured it was time for bed and told him much to his dismay. He called for payment (he insisted on paying for the drinks and I let him) and I got up, without the jacket on. I felt dizzy and I almost fell. He held me by putting his arm around my waist and grabbing mine with his other arm. I blushed for allowing myself to get dizzy and couldn't refuse to be escorted to the elevator. He didn't stay there but led me to my room, always with his hand around my waist.

At the door of my room like the good night, he bent down and as he was already holding me by the waist he pulled me against him. His lips sought mine and he pushed me into the room. I too, surprised, simply let the jacket fall from my hands. He closed the door and pushed me against the wall, pressing his lips to my bare neck.

“Oh Mary you are so beautiful, so desirable”

His lips were hot on my neck, but my body was shivering. His fingers, which a while ago were caressing the palm of my hand, were now caressing my chest over the revealing little dress. He had my control. I was dizzy, he was inside my room, he was more experienced, physical and strong, and very aroused with me and I was already feeling upset by his kisses and caresses.

Something like the moan of a hungry predator escaped his lips and he knelt before me. His hands stroked up my bare thighs. My dress was lifted and his hands cupped my bare ass. His eyes first ate the black thong I was wearing before his lips and teeth began to eat my p***y over the underwear. His hands were pushing my body into his mouth. I didn't have the strength to resist him, I was also irritated and my hands were just stroking his hair and pushing his head as if I was trying to get him inside me. I moan when he pulled down my thong and his tongue dipped into my wet, clean-shaven p***y.

He opened my legs and started f*****g my surrendered p***y with his fingers while his mouth attacked my c**t. The room filled with moans, his pace quickened, his pounding more violent and…

“Oh Pierre, oh, oh… ” I climax and

I saw the satisfaction on his face. He had won the battle. We both knew it. We wouldn't stay there.

He got up and took me in his arms and laid me on the big bed. The little dress lifted, leaving my body completely naked underneath. He leaned over me and his hands grabbed the dress and pulled them down. My chest was presented bare, and irritated, with my breasts erect and inviting for kisses and caresses. My little dress had now become a strip wrapped around my waist, leaving my body bare both top and bottom. He threw his shirt over his head and the room off his pants and boxers. He climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs He was highly motivated and quite gifted. He fell hungrily on my chest. His right hand was caressing my one breast, stroking it, pinching my irritated n****e, and twisting it violently, driving me crazy. His mouth, his lips, his tongue, and his teeth were eating my other breast. My head had fallen back, my hair was loose, my eyes were half closed and I had surrendered to him. I was squirming under his touch.

And then I felt him, his c**k had become hard like stone. I imagine the whole evening would be like this. He had found the entrance from my p***y and slowly started to enter me. I had wrapped my arms above my head leaving my body at his mercy. He started going in and out slowly in my p***y. He was pounding me mercilessly and his face had turned red. His right hand left my breast and started playing with my c**t. Our breathing was heavy and fast now, with strong thrusts forward he began to give his last thrusts before finishing. He was beautifully violent now and full of uncontrollable passion. I climax for the second time. He wanted to c*m inside me, but he didn't know if he should. He came out and turned me on all fours.

I knew what he wanted. He was already caressing my ass with his strong hands, stroking it, opening it, closing it, and started rubbing his c**k on it.

“I’m not sure” I whispered when I felt his c**k so excitedly touching my asshole. He had accumulated the whole evening, our entire acquaintance. He lusted after me clothed and then he saw me both half naked and naked, he touched me, he tasted me and now he wanted his redemption.

“I will go slow but I will stop when you tell me,” he says with sincerity.

“ok”

He pushed slowly and I moaned in pain and pleasure. He stops and waits. He touches my p***y trying to minimize my pain. He pushed more, my body was abandoned to his love and passion. He began to enter me little by little. It opened me up, relaxed me, and conquered me. My ass had surrendered to him, it had its own life, its immeasurable eroticism, its desire for me and to feel that I belonged to him and make me c*m again...

Now he was f*****g me again with rhythm, his c**k had adapted to my ass, as before to my p***y. His hands had me on all fours and then cupped my breasts. With each thrust forward I felt complete surrender to that man and with it immense pleasure. We couldn't take it anymore. He sped up and started to c*m inside me, while I followed by his caresses of my c**t.

“Oh… Pierre!”

“f**k”

We collapsed on the bed, groggy from the booze and wild s*x. He was tender and sweet and didn't stop kissing and caressing me. We showered and I let him sleep in my room. The next morning he woke up earlier to go to his room to change. All day we couldn't take our eyes off each other waiting to be together again.