The second night of the convention was a little more business-like than the first, and Sharon was kept fully occupied taking notes and attending meetings until almost ten o'clock. After that she headed for the hotel lounge and a double martini, wondering if she'd even bother to look for a man that evening. It might be a better idea just to turn in early because she had such a full day ahead of her.
She quickly changed her mind when she spotted a very handsome, distinguished looking man looking her way. He was in bit fifties, well-built, with silver hair, and he was better dressed than most of the delegates to the convention. And he was obviously interested in Sharon. Her lust returned in full force, and she flashed the man a smile. He picked up his drink and walked over to her table. Up close, he was even better-looking than she'd first thought.
"Hello," he said, "my name's Tom Blakely. Would you mind some company?"
"Not at all," she replied. "I'm Sharon. Won't you sit down?"
After half an hour's talk, she'd learned all she needed to know. Tom Blakely was a principal, very successful and popular in the little Oregon town where he worked, and he was a happy father and grandfather. There was just one sour note in his life. His wife considered herself too old for sex. She'd never been terribly interested in sex to begin with, but now she refused to have anything to do with it. Unfortunately, Tom was still very much interested.
"And that," he sighed, "is the reason I'm having an affair with my secretary."
Tom had been drinking quite a bit, and he told Sharon things he normally would have kept secret. But he seemed to understand that everything he said was safe with her, that they'd never see each other again after tonight. He told her all about his secretary, a rather homely but hot-blooded woman in her thirties, who was everything he wanted in bed – except good-looking. His wife, on the other hand, was beautiful but frigid.
"If I could just combine the two of them," he sighed, "I'd have it made." He downed his drink and looking longingly at Sharon. "What about you, Sharon? Are you frigid?"
Sharon had to laugh. "No, Tom, I'm not." She smiled.
"How do I know that?" he replied. "I bet you're putting me on."
"Oh, would you like me to prove it?" Sharon said impishly. "Come on up to my room and I'll show you I'm not frigid."
She swallowed the rest of her drink, got up, and left the lounge without a backward glance. Of course she was taking a chance, but she was ninety-nine per cent certain that Tom would follow her. Sure enough, when she got into the elevator, he was right behind her, flushed and surprised-looking. They were alone in the elevator, but he didn't grab the opportunity to touch her. He just stared, his eyes wandering up and down her statuesque body.
"You're putting me on, of course," he said finally.
"Why don't you come to my room and find out?" she said mysteriously.
He accompanied her to her room, and she closed the door behind them and put on the chain lock. Then she began to take off her clothes. Tom sank into a chair and stared at her as if he just couldn't believe what was happening. Sharon could understand that. It must seem pretty unreal to have a beautiful young girl take him to her room and strip for him, promising to prove to him that she wasn't frigid. It clearly wasn't the sort of thing that happened to men every day of their lives.
By the time she got down to her bra and panties, Tom was sitting on the edge of his seat and breathing harshly. His handsome face was flushed, and his eyes were hot and glassy with horniness. Because he was leaning forward, hands in his lap, Sharon couldn't tell if he was getting a hard-on, but she wasn't worried about it. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra and let it slip down off her arms. Tom's eyes widened at the sight of her magnificent big tits.
"I hope you're not just putting me on," he said hoarsely.
"You keep using that expression," Sharon smiled. "Why?"
"Because this is too good to be true," he said.
Still smiling, she began to inch down her panties. She could hear his heavy, hard breathing. She moved closer and closer to him, till his breath was fanning her bare belly. She give him a close up view of her slowly unveiled bush, then she turned and popped the panties down over the firm little globes of her ass. She let go and allowed Tom to tug her panties down the rest of the way. She stepped out of them, naked except for her black high heeled shoes, and turned to race him again.
"Stand up, Tom," she purred, "and I'll help you undress. That is, if you want to get it on with me. Do you?"
"Is the pope catholic?" Tom sighed.
He stood up, and Sharon carefully removed all his expensive clothes. It was a drag taking off that three-piece suit and all the trimmings when she felt so impatient and horny. When she had him nakcd to the waist, she ran her fingers through the thick mat of curly silver hairs that covered his broad chest. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she completed stripping him. The crotch of his shorts was lewdly tented, and she carefully peeled the garment down over his hard-on.
"See what you did to me?" he said hoarsely.
"Mmmmmmm, nice," Sharon purred.
His thick cock was long and rigid as a steel post. It lay flat against his belly, and it drooled hot gobs of cream. Sharon felt famished at the sight of it, and she dropped to her knees before him, stuck out her hot little tongue, and began lapping up his salty juices. As her juicy tongue played over the sensitive head of his cock, Tom groaned and shivered. He laced his fingers through her thick chestnut hair as she tongued his cock.
"Christ, that turns me on," he sighed.
"Come on over to the bed, and I'll turn you on even more," Sharon promised.
She licked up the last droplet of cream from his piss hole, and then they climbed onto the bed and Tom pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, working his tongue around in her mouth. She wantonly rubbed her soft bush against his stiff cock, and she felt her pussy swelling and creaming and growing fiercely hot. She could hardly wait to take Tom's rigid prick into her greedy little cunt. She kept writhing against him as he kissed her, and when he finally came up for air, he looked at her wonderingly.
"My God, you're really horny, aren't you?" he said.
"Mmmmmmm, I sure am," Sharon sighed, grinding her bush against his cock.
"I don't understand it," he said, "a beautiful girl like you having to pick somebody up in a bar."
"Don't look the gift horse in the mouth," Sharon said.
"I'd hardly refer to you as a horse," he laughed.
He started kissing his way down her body, pausing to lather her big red nipples with his hot spit, tonguing the soft cones till they swelled into long stiff buds. When her nipples were rigid, he kissed his way into her bush, then up and down her inner thighs, and then all over her body, kissing and tonguing till she was squealing with excitement. He acted like he wanted to eat her up. She was his fantasy come true, a girl who was both beautiful and lusty.
"Mmmmmmmm, Tom, you're driving me wild," Sharon panted. "You just have to fuck me, baby, fuck me now."
She'd learned that he was normally a very reserved and dignified man, as he had to be in his job as a principal. But now he was hot-eyed and panting, his face flushed, his silver hair tousled. He rolled her onto her back and she eagerly parted her legs wide and bent her knees, offering him her juicy red cunt silt. With a growl of lust he crawled between her thighs and socked the big hard head of his prick into her tight but elastic cunt mouth. She moaned with anticipation.
"Yesssss, stick it in meeeee," she hissed. "I can't believe this," he groaned.
"Believe it," Sharon gasped, thrusting hungrily with her hips.
She clung hard to him, clawing his broad shoulders, and shoved her juice-slick cunt down the rigid shaft of his cock, too impatient to wait for his thrusts. She managed to take his thick throbbing prick almost to her womb. Then he caught up with her. Shoving his hands under her lustily grinding ass, he began to fuck into her strongly, plowing deep and cramming her full of hot hard cockmeat. Sharon threw back her head and wailed with delight as she took the rough thrusts of his big engorged prick.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, that's it," she moaned, "fuck me good and hard, Tom, really give it to me!"
His eyes were glazed over, and he was grinning as he fucked her, obviously having the time of his life. Sharon was glad to give him pleasure because he sure as hell was giving her a good time. Even after that delicious fuck with Jim, she was nowhere near satisfied, and she knew she'd have trouble going to sleep unless she got off a few more times. She was glad she'd picked up Tom in the bar. It might have been more sensible to turn in early, but she could be sensible when she got home again. In fact she wouldn't have a choice.
"Do it to me, do it to me," she chanted, working her hips to the rhythm of his pistoning cock. "Unnnhhhhh, Tom, that feels so damned good."
"I'll say it does," he panted.
Each time he sank hit cock into her, sheathing the swollen meat in her juicy, gripping cunt, he gave a grunt of pleasure, and he could feel his prick throb and swell. His jerking shaft rubbed her clit, giving her hot jolts of pleasure, and his big hairy nut sac slapped and spanked her sensitive asshole. She was being deliciously stimulated all over her pussy, ad she was loving every second of it. She matched each deep lunge of his cock with a greedy upward thrust of her hips.
"Ahhhhhhh, yessss, fuck me, Tom, don't ever stop," she moaned.
She wished they could fuck all night, but already she was spinning helplessly towards climax, her boiling lust demanding to be satisfied. She arched her body higher and higher, taking his jack-hammering cock as deep as she could get it, and she steadily made her cunt tighter, creating more red-hot friction. She was creaming heavily, the molten liquid overflowing her crammed cunt and gushing down the crack of her ass. Soon she was teetering on the edge of a consuming orgasm.
"Oh, God, I'm almost there," she whimpered. "Fuck it to me, Tom, make me come."
Tom clutched her ass even harder, pulled her tight against him, and fucked into her like a pile-driver, making her whole body shudder with the impact. That was exactly what she needed, his steel-stiff cock blasting into her body, raking her ultra sensitive clit. She exploded, her body rocking and convulsing with successive tidal waves of pleasure. Her thick come-juice boiled around his cock and flooded out to soak her thighs.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes, yes, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhhh, my God, am I coming!"
She expected Tom to come right along with her, considering how aroused and horny he was, and she waited to feel the hot flood of his jizz filling her cunt. It didn't happen. He just kept fucking into her steadily and roughly as she came, and each deep thrust of his cock gave her a violent jolt of pleasure. Her head lolled back, and her pretty face twisted in a grimace of ecstasy as she came. After nearly a full minute, she went limp, gasping for breath. Tom was still fucking her, snorting with lust as he hammered his prick into her come-slick pussy. Sharon opened her eyes and stared at him.
"You-you didn't get off," she said.
"Uh-uh, I'm just getting started," he said, as if this were perfectly normal for him. "How about rolling over with me?"
"Uh, of course," she stammered.
He flipped over onto his back, taking her with him, and she was sitting on him, riding his jack-hammering cock. He held her by the waist and fucked into her as steadily as ever, making her body quiver with the impact, making her big heavy tits jiggle like jello. He was a little flushed in the face, but otherwise he looked fresh and energetic. Sharon began to wonder if she'd finally met her match, a guy who could fuck as long as she could.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, that's good, honey," she whimpered, "so damned good. You're not getting tired?"
"Hell, no," Tom laughed, "I like to fuck as long as I can – don't you?"
"I suck do!" Sharon grinned.
She gave up trying to quiz him. As she'd said to him earlier, don't look the gift horse in the mouth. She just rode his pistoning cock and gurgled and moaned with pleasure. Even though she'd just come like a bomb, she was feeling lusty again, hungry for another body wracking orgasm. And she was sure she could have all the orgasms she wanted with Tom. He was a regular fucking machine, pounding away tirelessly, not even winded or sweaty. He just grinned and fucked – and fucked and fucked.
"Unnnnnhhhhhhh, unnnggghhh," Sharon moaned, "so damned good."
She leaned forward and ran her fingers through the thick silver hair of his chest. She bent low and watched his thick cream-soaked cock jerking in and out of her fur-fringed cunt. It turned her on in a kinky way to observe his big prick going in and out of her body. It was making a soft lewd sucking noise as it reamed out her cream. As she watched, her cunt grew hotter and tighter, and her lust reached fever pitch.
"Make me come again," she whimpered, "I just have to come again, Tom."
He leered at her but didn't say anything. She sat upright again, and he reached out and grasped her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger. He began massaging it, squeezing and releasing, giving her hot stabs of pleasure. All the while he was fucking her hard and steadily. She was almost blacking out with the double pleasure she felt in her clit and cunt. She threw back her head and wailed in ecstasy as his big stiff cock hammered faster and faster in her pussy and his massaging fingers worked her clit.
"Ahhhhhhh, fuck, I'm almost there," she cried, "keep doing it to me, Tom, don't stop."
Tom kept hammering his cock in her juice slick cunt and massaging her clit between his fingers. He was getting off on the view and still wondering at his fantastic luck. Here was this gorgeous big-titted girl, young enough to be his daughter, and she was wailing in bliss as he fucked her, begging him not to stop. He ogled her luscious-looking tits as they swayed and bounced with the force of his fucking, and he watched his thick cock pistoning up and down between her cream-dripping cunt lips.
Then suddenly he felt her cunt going vise tight around his cock. "Ooooooo, shit, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled.
Tom watched her thick pearly come-cream gushing out around the base of his cock and soaking his belly and balls. Her powerful young cunt muscles were squeezing his prick hard, and she was swaying dizzily over him. He had to hold her up while she moaned and convulsed. It was exciting to watch, but at no time was he tempted to come. He liked long, long fucks, pushing himself to the edge and then drawing back at the last second, almost torturing himself with the rage to climax, till he couldn't possibly last any longer. Luckily his mistress adored these marathon fucks. He had a bunch Sharon would love it, too.
"Ohhhhhhh, wow, did I ever get off," she sighed. Then she added in wonder, "But you still didn't come."
"Uh-uh," Tom grinned, "I'm not ready to quit yet. I'm having too much fun. How about doing it doggy-style for a while?"
"You're the driver," she laughed.
She hopped off his impaling cock and rolled to a crouching position, her pert little ass sticking up in the air. Tom gave a lusty growl and crawled up behind her, grasping her curvy hips and screwing the fat purple head of his cock into her tightly muscled cunt mouth. She whimpered and shivered as she felt him fitting the big fleshy knob into the first inch of her cunt, and she drenched the tip of his prick with molten liquid.
"Yesssss, stick it in me, fuck me crazy," she hissed.
He'd meant to be more gentle this time, but her naughty words inflamed him, and he growled and crammed his cock to her womb in one hungry thrust. She took it with a gasp, then a hoarse moan of delight and a big rush of hot cream. He felt her velvety cunt molding itself around his deeply buried cock, gripping and sucking, drenching it with cream. He started fucking into her hard and steadily, his thick cock reaming out her molten juice. She dug her nails into the bedspread and gurgled with delight as she took his pistoning hard-on.
"Ooooooo, yeah, honey, that's good fucking," she moaned, "I love that."
Tom didn't exactly hate it, either. He was grinning broadly as he fucked her from behind, watching her big ripe tits swinging back and forth, watching his blue-veined cock hammering in and out between her widely splayed cunt lips. But the thing that most fascinated him was the tiny puckered mouth of her ass. It was opening and closing to the rhythm of his fucking, as if it wanted some attention of its own. The sight aroused a powerful and exciting memory.
"Let me finish you the way I finish Betty," he panted.
"Betty? Oh, your secretary?" Sharon said. "How's that?"
"I fuck her in the ass," he growled.
Sharon gasped, but before she could say anything, he'd jerked his stiff cock from her cunt and was pressing the fat hard head against her asshole. He popped the thick head inside, then slowly but steadily glided his cream-slick cock up her asshole. Sharon didn't know what to think for a few seconds – until she realized how incredibly excited she felt. She dug her nails into the bed and gurgled and creamed, the molten liquid trickling down her thighs as Tom worked his thick throbbing cock all the way into her tiny hot asshole.
"You like it, baby?" he growled.
"Y-yesssss," Sharon gasped, "it's crazy, but I'm getting off on it."
"You'll like this even better," he said as he began fucking her in the ass.
"Unnnnnggghhh," she gurgled, "yes, do it to me, fuck my ass, fuck it good, honey."
Her ass was just as horny-feeling as her cunt, and as she got used to having that wrist thick cock pistoning in her rear entry, she began to feel delicious blasts of pleasure. The thick hot juice was gushing helplessly from her aroused pussy and running down her legs. As he felt her asshole yielding and relaxing, Tom fucked into it harder and faster, and she responded with squeals of excitement and more floods of hot sticky cream.
"Ohhhhh, my God, I can't believe this," she whimpered.
But she believed it when she started to come. Tom hammered his steel-stiff cock to the fiery depths of her shitter, and she felt a violent explosion in her bowels, a blast of pleasure that quickly engulfed her whole body. Bucking, swaying, creaming, she began to come, her red-hot asshole squeezing Tom's prick almost flat. He let out a bellow and filled her ass with load after load of sizzling come.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, Tom, fuck my ass, I'm coming!" she screamed.
"Take my come up your ass, baby," he groaned, "take it, aaaagggghhhh!"
Sharon had no trouble getting to sleep after he left. The guy was old enough to be her father, but he'd fucked her till she was exhausted. That was fine – she needed her sleep. Tomorrow was the last day of the convention, her last chance to fuck attractive strangers and get away with it. And she intended to make the most of her opportunity.