StrangersWithCandyGP

by KikiWellington

  "Well, since we're getting to know each other, I may as well tell you," Maggie began to explain. "We're not married...well, at least we're not married to each other. We're being really naughty."

  Mark momentarily stopped masturbating and looked at his lover quizzically. "Wait, you knew?"

  "Of course I knew, Mark," she said, gently slapping him on the arm and giggling like a schoolgirl in the throes of her first real crush. "Who do you think you're fooling by taking off your wedding ring every time we get together? You really think I didn't notice the tan line on your finger a long time ago?"

  "Women really are detectives," Mark mumbled, reaching out and sticking his hand between Maggie's legs. "No wonder it's been so much fun with you."

  "Hey, I'm not exactly in the position to judge, am I?"

  I was starting to feel awkward, as if I stumbled into a conversation that no one should hear.

  "Anyway, Nicole," Maggie said, putting her hand on my knee. "We would really love it if you'd play with us."

  "How can I resist such a delicious invitation?"

  Mark took my hand, so I could finally give him the handshake he wanted between his legs. His cock was slick with pre-cum, and I gripped it in my fist and started stroking him up and down. He was huge, which became evident when I noticed how long it took for my fist to travel up and down his erection.

  "He has a gorgeous, delicious dick," Maggie purred. "Sometimes I want to use it as a measuring stick. I keep telling him that a cock piercing would make it even better."

  Maggie leaned against my other side, kissing my neck and sticking her hand down my blouse until she found her ultimate destination on top of my nipple.

  I closed my eyes, enjoying a first. Although I had seen couples making love in the hotel many times, in various places, this was the first time that I'd ever been invited to participate. I couldn't resist. Everything about it was naughty—they were on the roof of my workplace getting it on, they were having an affair, I had never been with a woman before. It all just seemed so completely dirty. How could I say no?

  Maggie continued massaging my nipples, which extended more and more through my bra by the second. I worked on her man's cock, gripping it tightly with my moistened palm, stroking him slowly as he moaned a little. Soon he reached out his hand and walked his fingers up my skirt until they reached my aching pussy.

  "Take these off," Mark said, tugging my panties. "Take them off."

  I ran my fingers through Maggie's hair as she kissed the side of my neck. "Maggie, wouldn't you rather take them off me?" I asked her sweetly, excited at the prospect of a woman touching my cunt for the very first time.

  Maggie obliged. First, she unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my tits, which she took the time to rub in an act of adoration and worship. She started kissing her way south of my border, taking a moment to suck pieces of my hot flesh on her way down. She pulled up my skirt over my stomach, and when she got to my underwear, she rested her mouth on the fabric, smelling my arousal and looking every bit as turned on as I was. She slowly pulled my panties down with her teeth, exposing my pussy to the chilly, open air until they were sitting beside her on the roof. She admired my pussy and smiled. I thought about how beautiful she was and how her perky tits stood up effortlessly on her torso. Before I could try to reach out and cup her peaks in my hands, she dove into my pussy, as if she was jumping into the hotel pool. She devoured my clit and pussy, lapping me up more and more by the moment.

  I held on to Maggie's silky, long hair as she continued fucking me with her sweet tongue, getting her face glazed with my pussy juices. We had all but forgotten Mark, who was waiting in the wings hard as a rock, stroking himself and looking frustrated as hell.

  "Maggie, don't be greedy," Mark scolded her, reaching over to slap her perfectly round ass. "I want some of our new friend too you know."

  And I knew I wanted some of that hard, throbbing cock. Although I was enjoying Maggie's mouth mastery, I knew I needed her man to completely fill me up to make this encounter complete.

  "I'll share her," she said, taking a brief hiatus from nibbling on my clit. "But she just tastes so damned good. You know I could eat a sweet, wet pussy all day long."

  "Yeah, babe, but look at my fucking cock," Mark said, pointing to his throbbing, hard shaft. "I want to get my dick wet so bad, I can taste it."

  It was such a turn on watching them fight over me, talking about me like I wasn't even there. I felt like a prized jewel on the auction block that they both just had to have.

  "Well, Nicole, what do you want?" Mark asked me, still stroking his member. "Don't you want some of this?"

  "I do," I moaned, still enjoying how Maggie was lapping me up like it was her life's mission to make me come.

  I stroked her hair one last time. "Maggie, you're so hot. I love what you do, but I really need some dick right now."

  "Okay," she said disappointedly from between my legs. "It's just that your pussy is so beautiful, and it tastes so scrumptious."

  Maggie moved out of the way so I could stand up. With my skirt still hiked up to my waist, I stood directly over Mark, teasing him a little as I slowly worked my way down his enormous, rock hard shaft. His eyes locked with mine, and I continued to slide my pussy down his cock, letting him fill me up entirely. He felt so good inside me, and after the way Maggie worked me up with her tongue, I felt like I could explode on top of Mark any second.

  I looked over at Maggie. She seemed sad and disappointed, as if she had lost a competition that she had worked so hard to win. I reached my hand out to her, rested my fingers on the back of her neck and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. As our tongues tangoed, I let my fingers wander down to her mound and felt them get drenched by the wetness oozing from her pussy. "I don't want you to feel left out," I said when our mouths finally unlocked. "Come over here," I told her.

  Maggie set herself up behind me, planting her chest against my back. Mark caressed my legs as I rode his cock—up and down, faster and faster. I leaned back to kiss Maggie and she reached her arms around me to caress my nipples. Then she traveled down south again, rubbing my bare stomach, letting her fingers wander over my skirt until they reached my clit. She tightly pinched my aching bud as I took her man's cock deeper and deeper inside me. Mark stretched his hands out and rested them on Maggie's ass, sticking his finger into her back door hole. I reached down to pinch his hard nipples, which made his cock squirm and wiggle and come. I climbed off of him, still wanting more, and Maggie was more than happy to give it to me. She laid me down on the blanket, climbed on top of me, and started kissing me again. This time it was Mark's turn to get in the back, so he took advantage of Maggie's open ass and started fucking her hole with his finger.

  And she did the same for me, plunging three of her fingers into my pussy. I was longing to come. She crouched over and started sucking my nipples again, while slamming her ass into Mark's hand. I let out a loud scream when Maggie made me come. I loved it and I wanted to reciprocate.

  "Maggie, lay down here so I can eat your gorgeous pussy."

  A smile plastered her face, and we traded places on the blanket. I climbed on top of her, devoured her neck as she moaned, gently biting her flesh. I worked my way to her willing mouth, then we shared some more deep, sugary kisses while my hands explored her body, inch by inch by inch. I gripped one of her tits in my hand, and the perfect soft pillow filled up my palm. My mouth wandered down to her nipple and she moaned as I gently took a bite. Her skin was soft and sweet, and I couldn't wait to taste a woman's nectar for the first time. I looked over at Mark watching us, and his cock was clearly ready for some more action. As much as I love dick, I was too focused on Maggie to care. I slowly moved my tongue down her hot body, watching the smile of pleasure on her face. When I got to her slick crevice, I froze, wanting to savor every minute of being down there. Although I had never done it before, I felt like eating pussy was second nature to me, and I dove right in like a champion swimmer.

  But Mark wasn't
content with being relegated to the sidelines, so he snuck up behind me as I did my work on his girlfriend. I jumped with surprised excitement as he slid his hard on into my asshole. I started moaning right into Maggie's pussy, which made her coo and shake with delight. I fucked her deeply with my tongue, and her man pistoned my ass until we all came.

  I grabbed my purse and started looking for a handkerchief. An awkward silence cut through the cool, night air and we all kind of looked at each other. Despite the brazen sexual bravado they displayed the whole time I was on the roof, Mark and Maggie started acting shy all of a sudden. I wiped fluids off my hands and face, and as I started to put my clothes back on, no one said a word. I got up and walked toward the door, still feeling a little wobbly from the intensity of it all. I giddily skipped down the steps thinking about how things like this could never happen at any other kind of job.

  ***

  Soon after my rooftop escapade, I took a position at another hotel. It was a managerial job, the kind that I'd spend years working toward, and it meant a lot more responsibility and a lot more money. It also meant a lot more opportunities for watching, and engaging in, hot hotel sex—an unofficial fringe benefit that I couldn't wait to take advantage of. The sex was everywhere—in conference rooms during professional meetings, in the pool, in the elevator. I even walked in on a couple who snuck into the kitchen pantry, and somehow managed to have sex in a tiny space that housed the condiments.

  I saw a lot of sex at my new job, but I hadn't gotten the opportunity to participate yet. I was longing for it—it had been way too long since I had been fucked by a stranger in a hotel. I got my chance, during at all things, a confectioners' conference that was being held at the hotel during Halloween weekend.

  I wandered around the front desk that first day, watching candy company executives file into the hotel to check in one by one by one.

  "Don't you think it's a little cliche to have a confectioners' conference during Halloween weekend?" one of my employees asked me.

  "Pretty much," I said, thinking about all the calories that conference was going to cost me. "I'm beginning to wonder if I got into the wrong profession though. Think of all the chocolate you could have if you worked for one of those companies."

  I could see her thinking about it and she smiled as the wheels spun in her head. We had the same idea—chocolate all day, every day, and you get paid for being around it. Then she shook her head and mumbled something about how hard it was getting off her baby weight, even though her daughter was a toddler.

  "These conferences are the hotel's bread-and-butter, cliche though they may be," I said, still thinking about the candy executives and all the treats they would be bringing with them. "As far as conferences go, it could be a lot worse. Accountants don't bring pounds of chocolate with them when they have their professional meetings here."

  Wasn't that the truth. The room where the confectioners' mixer was going to be held that night looked like some place sugar would go to die. And since it was my job to make sure the businessmen were happy throughout the weekend, I had every intention of sampling as much of that sweet stuff as I could.

  Then my eyes caught a glimpse of some goodies that looked even more delicious. I saw him checking in from across the room, carrying two briefcases and a large bag. I didn't know what kind of candy he brought with him, but I knew he looked yummy enough to eat. I had to attend to his needs anyway—I take hospitality very seriously after all—so I decided to make it my personal mission to get a taste of all his sweetness...and to give him a taste of mine.

  My eyes earnestly followed his ass as he walked to the elevator. I was tempted to go up to his room, but I couldn't think of a good pretense to get him to let me in, let alone one that would give me the chance to seduce him. I felt my pussy juices build up between my legs as I disappointedly went to my office and shut the door. I sat at my desk, legs spread and skirt hiked up, and started ferociously rubbing my clit, thinking about this stranger with candy and how good it would be to sample everything he had. I plunged two fingers into my pussy and rocked back and forth in my chair. I closed my eyes, fantasizing about how good it would feel for him to stick a big candy bar inside of me, pull it out, and savor every lick of my sugary pussy juices. It was such a delicious thought that consumed my mind until I felt the contractions of my cunt against my fingers. I sat still for a moment, wondering what I could do about this infatuation I'd developed in the blink of an eye.

  Then I knew what I had to do.

  I spent so much time at my new job that I kept some clothes in my office closet—workout clothes, casual outfits that I could slip into after hours, and sexy, going out clothes for nights out on the town. I had a cocktail dress, fresh from the dry cleaners, in the unlikely event I ever actually had time to go dancing with my girlfriends or out on a date.

  I washed the pussy pleasures off of my hand and slipped into my little black dress just in time for the beginning of the confectioners' mixer. The conference was booked solid, with people from the candy industry all over the world coming to get in some work, and some play, for the Halloween weekend. I wasn't sure how I was going to pull this off, or if I would even run into my front desk hottie with so many people there, but I was determined to try. Besides, I couldn't think of a better way to get in some sexcapades at my new job. My previous positions had been a smorgasbord of sex, so I didn't see any reason for my hot streak to end.

  I figured if I just walked into the huge conference room—which my staff had filled with Halloween decorations and candy from every company at the conference—and I acted like I belonged there, no one would notice me.

  At least, that's what I told myself as I walked through the large doors. I scanned the room for Mr. Candyman, when I heard someone calling out "Miss? Miss?" behind me.

  "Shit, I am so busted and I just got here," I thought.

  "Miss?" the man called out to me again, tapping me on the shoulder before I turned around. I thought about excuses as to why I was crashing their sweet, little party. I did work there after all...I had a million reasons to be in the conference room that night.

  "Yes?"

  "Miss, you forgot to sign in and get your candy badge," he said, pointing at the registration table.

  "Oh, right! I'm sorry...I guess I'm a little out of it...you know, jet lag and all."

  If nothing else, I do think fast on my feet when I have to.

  "Don't worry," he said with a smile. "You're not the only one who's said that tonight."

  "I'm sure."

  "What's your name?" he asked me.

  I was so distracted by fantasies of my sweet stud that it didn't even occur to me I would have to come up with a name.

  "Jennifer," I said, knowing that my name is so generic there had to be at least five Jennifers at such a huge conference.

  "Which Jennifer?" the man asked, picking up his clipboard and scanning through a long list of names. "Jennifer Logan? Jennifer MacDoughal? Jennifer Zeigler?"

  "Shit!" I thought. I had no idea which Jen to pick.

  "Jennifer Lafferty?"

  My mind went blank.

  "Jennifer Brown?"

  "Yes, that's me!" I said excitedly at a really generic sounding name. "I'm Jennifer Brown!"

  "Wow, you must really be jet-lagged if you have to think about what your last name is," he laughed, handing me a name tag, which had a jelly bean background, and a black marker.

  "Yeah, you know how it is with these business trips," I said, quickly scribbling my newly-christened name on top of the bright, candy-colored sticker.

  "I certainly do," he said as he reached his hand out to collect the marker. "But I'm sure you'll have a great time."

  "Thanks," I said, as I considered my next move. I looked around for this hot specimen of a man, going from table to table and trying a piece of candy at each one. I was impressed: These weren't the kind of sweets you were likely to find at your local supermarket. These were high-end candies that probably had high-end calories
attached to them. As I munched on chocolate and kissed my calorie count good-bye, I grabbed a glass of wine and made the rounds to find my man candy.

  "He has to show up eventually," I thought. "This boring conference is the whole reason he's at the hotel in the first place."

  After thirty more minutes of eating goodies, drinking wine, and making small talk with candy executives, I finally saw my conquest signing in. I knew I had to play it cool and come up with a game plan—he would think I was a crazy person if I just rushed him as soon as he walked through the door. So I continued to make the rounds, and keep my eye on him until the right moment.

  I devoured more chocolate—I probably had more chocolate that night than I had in my entire life—and admired how delicately crafted every single piece was.

  "They are delicious, aren't they?" I heard someone next to me ask as I took another bite. "My company makes those...we're very proud of them."

  "They are fantastic," I said, savoring the last bite, nearly forgetting what I was there to do.