"I'm John," the man said.
"I'm Jennifer," I responded, finally taking my eyes off the chocolate treats long enough to find out I was talking to him, my front desk man. This night was about to get a hell of a lot sweeter.
I shook his hand and he carefully examined my badge. His eyes got wide and interested. My heart sank as I considered an embarrassing possibility: What if, of all the Jennifers in all the candy companies in all the world, I picked one he actually knew. That was something else that hadn't occurred to me.
"Oh, Jennifer Brown," he said, enthusiastically continuing to shake my hand. "I'm so happy to run into you! I'm signed up for your seminar tomorrow."
I gulped. "My seminar?"
"Yeah, a lot of people from my company are really looking forward to it. We all need to rethink our marketing plans to capture customers in the digital age."
I nodded and sipped more wine, trying to come up with some credible sounding, bullshit corporate speak. "Yes, it's so hard to engage people on new media. The signal-to-noise ratio is challenging to break through, but I'm confident that the more modern confectioners get entrenched in the thought leadership of the future, the more they can reach their target market share."
John nodded, looking at me as if I actually knew what the fuck I was talking about. Marketing wasn't exactly new to me, but what it all meant to people who made candy was completely beyond me.
"I feel so lucky," he said. "It's like I'm getting a preview of your content! I wish you would tell me more...I can't wait until tomorrow to hear the whole thing."
"Well, I couldn't do that, now could I?" I said with a giggle and flip of my hair. It wouldn't exactly be fair to our colleagues.
"Are you sure? I promise I'll come...and I won't tell anyone what you told me."
I took another bite of yummy man's yummy chocolate creation, so he would focus on what I could do to him with my mouth. "Well, you don't think I can tell you in a roomful of people, do you? Then nobody will come see me tomorrow."
"Maybe I can get a private sneak preview then?"
"Wow, this is going to be easy," I thought as I stared at his gorgeous face.
"Gee, I don't know, John," I chuckled, tossing back another glass of wine with one hand and grabbing another chocolate with the other. "I barely got here. I should probably do some more networking or something...right?"
"Networking, schmetworking," he said. "You know how fucking boring these things are. This isn't your first rodeo."
"You're right...this isn't my first rodeo," I said, feeling the tingle between my legs get more intense by the second. "But still...I should at least pretend to be professional."
"I'll tell you what then, Jennifer," John said as he slid up next to my ear and began whispering to me. "How about you come up to my room and we have a private networking session? I'll even give you a tasting of our new line—stuff that you can't find in here. I promise to be nothing but professional."
"Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?"
"Good. Let's get the fuck out of here before I run into my boss and get roped into a two-hour conversation about strategy or some such thing."
John made a mad rush for the door and I followed a safe distance behind him. Although I've been working in hotels long enough to know what goes on at professional conventions—executives away on business are some of the horniest people in the world—I still didn't want to make it obvious that we were on our way to fuck each other's brains out. Plus, if I ran into one of my employees, I didn't want them to know what I was up to either.
John looked over his shoulder at me several times on the way to the elevator, flashing an evil grin, as if the fact I seemed self-conscious turned him on. He stood at the elevator, impatiently pressing the button as I sauntered toward him.
"You sure take discretion seriously," he said as a loud beep alerted us to the opening elevator doors.
"You know reputation is everything in this business," I said, following him inside.
"Fuck your reputation," John said, scooping me into his arms as soon as the elevator closed behind us. He started kissing my neck, and reaching for one of my excited tits.
I pulled away and smiled at him. "Uh-uh-uh," I said, wagging my finger. "We're not in your room yet."
"Wow, you really do take this stuff seriously."
And I did. The truth was, I knew anyone I worked with could walk into the elevator at any time, or pass by a security monitor and see us. Although I pretty much have a "don't ask, don't tell" policy when it comes to hotel dalliances, the last thing I wanted was to actually get caught in one.
Of course, the added bonus of my behavior was that it really seemed to turn John on. He thought I was a professional woman hiding a naughty girl underneath. Little did he know, I'm an unrepentant freak who had been wanting him to get her off for hours, from the moment he stepped foot in the hotel.
We finally got to the twenty-fifth floor and he grabbed my hand as we escaped the watchful eye of the elevator cam.
"This is okay, right?" he laughed. "I don't think you have to worry about running into anyone here."
"Ah, you never know," I said, letting him lead me wherever he wanted to go.
We walked down the long hallway and my excitement intensified with every single step. He clung to my hand, but I made sure to follow a couple of inches behind him, just to tease him, until we made it to his door. He frantically stuck the plastic key in the lock and opened up the door to a sugarcoated paradise.
"Wow, you're really stockpiling the sweets in here," I marveled as I looked around the room. "There's almost as much candy in your room as there is downstairs."
We both laughed. I walked over to his bed, plopped my body down, and took off my heels.
"Good," John said. "Please do make yourself comfortable."
"So, John, didn't you promise me a private tasting?" I asked, looking around the room at all the Halloween-themed candy—lollipops, gummy candy, chocolate, you name it, was all around his room.
"I know how much you enjoyed the chocolate we displayed downstairs, but I have a private line in the works that isn't fit for candy conferences."
I had no idea what he was talking about, until he sat a briefcase down next to me and opened it. Inside were candies that looked like huge glass dildos.
"My, my, this really is a special collection."
"You have no idea how special," he said, grabbing one of his delectables from his suitcase. He unwrapped it, and waved it back and forth. "This is the sweetest dildo in the world. And no woman has gotten a chance to sample it yet."
John leaned over and kissed me. As our tongues enjoyed the residual sweetness in each other's mouths, I wondered exactly what he planned to do with that candy. He started moving his mouth lower, kissing me just under my chin, and then my neck, as he slid his hands up and down my dress.
He smiled. "Oh, no bra. I like that. This isn't so professional is it?"
"No," I moaned as he took my tits in his hands and continued pressing his hot lips against my neck. I felt like a piece of chocolate about to melt in his mouth.
"I really like that...easy access to what I want."
"I can make it even easier," I said, reaching down to pull off my little black dress. His eyes widened as it fell into a heap next to the bed.
"Yeah," he panted. "I love easy access so I can do this."
John moved down and started devouring my nipples in his sweet mouth. He licked his lips after sucking them a little bit, twisting them with his fingertips. We looked into each other's eyes, both smiling.
"We have to get these off," John said, holding onto the fabric of my panties. "What's the point of wearing panties when you have no bra?"
"I can't make everything easy for you," I said. He pulled down my soaking panties and threw them on top of my dress. He continued sucking my nipples, as one of his hands slid down between my legs and rested on top of my wet mound. He started to moan with delicious delight.
"Oh, yea
h, baby...you're ready for it, aren't you? Are you ready for that private tasting now?"
I grabbed his head and ran my fingers through his hair as he gently bit my hard nipple. His fingers started circling my clit, back and forth, making squishy sounds with my slick pussy juices. "Yeah, I'm ready for it," I said breathlessly.
The next thing I knew, John pushed me back on the bed and quickly plunged a huge, hard lollipop inside of me, pushing it in an out of my slippery pussy. When he saw my reaction to the candy fucking, a huge grin plastered his face.
"You like my hard candy? Your pussy looks so good with my candy deep inside of it."
And it felt so good too. I gyrated my hips up and down to meet his candy-coated thrusts inside of me. I knew after that night I would never look at lollipops the same way again. The movement of his hands got faster and faster and faster as he pounded my pussy with the sweet sensations of his candy sex toy. I dug my fingers into the bed, wildly swinging my hips around so I could feel the sugarcoated sex deeper and deeper inside me until I came.
"Yeah, you liked that didn't you, baby?" John asked, still plunging the lollipop inside my folds. After a couple more minutes, I tensed up as another round of delicious orgasms flowed through me. Then he took the lollipop out of my pussy, and stuck it deep into his mouth. He looked like he was in an absolute state of bliss. "Yeah, baby, you taste as good as you look."
After sucking on the multicolored lollipop for a couple of seconds, he reached up to my face, and planted the thick, hard candy on top of my lips. "Why don't you taste how good your pussy is when your candyman fucks you hard? Don't you want to taste it now, baby?"
I could hardly get out the words "I do" when he shoved the lollipop into my mouth. He watched me sucking on it hard, and started taking off his clothes, exposing rock hard abs and a cock to match. I didn't know they made confectioners like him, but it was certainly a sweet sight to behold.
He came closer to me and I inched my way up to the edge of the bed to get up close and personal with his cock. Just as I was about to open my mouth wide to take every inch of him down my wet and willing throat, he told me to close my eyes.
"But I want to see you," I whispered, looking up into his lustful eyes. "I want to see the look on your face when I'm blowing you. I want to watch you slamming your cock down my throat."
"No, really," he said anxiously. "I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes."
I liked John's surprises, so I did.
"Now open your mouth wide," he commanded. I was ready to do anything and everything he wanted me to.
The next thing I knew, I felt a strawberry tingling sensation in my mouth.
"This is our new line of popping candy," he said, placing his hand on my cheek. "It tastes good, doesn't it, baby?"
I nodded.
"Do you know what else it's good for?"
He didn't even need to answer. I grabbed his cock and jammed it in my mouth, tightly sucking him as the candies popped and fizzled against my burning cheeks. He moaned, looking as though I was sending him straight to heaven.
"That's right, baby...they're sucking candies. You can suck the candy while you suck my cock dry."
I put my arms around him as John fucked my mouth, putting his cock down my throat deeper and deeper as the candies continue to dissolve. My head bobbed back and forth while he slammed his hard, sweet flesh into my mouth. His thrusts got faster and his moans louder, so I braced myself to drink his come. I reached down and massaged his ass cheeks and put one of my fingers in his asshole. He slammed into my mouth a few last times.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," he panted as I stuck my finger in and out of his asshole. The candies still popped and fizzled in my mouth, and soon they were mixed with the wad of come John shot into my throat. I swallowed every bit of him, and soon the candy dissolved completely on my tongue.
John leaned over and kissed me again, tasting me as I tasted him. "I designed it that way, you know," he told me after our lips parted slowly. "It reacts to semen and doesn't completely dissolve until somebody comes."
"Do you have any more goodies I can sample?" I asked, pointing to his briefcase like a little girl in a candy store.
"Well, you did really like those chocolates downstairs. And they are an aphrodisiac."
John grabbed his briefcase and climbed into bed, motioning for me to move up next to him. He opened the briefcase and exposed more of his delicious deliveries. I nestled up next to him, closing my eyes and opening my mouth. A soft sensation of chocolate tickled my tongue, and as I enjoyed that sweetness, John started ravaging my neck again with his mouth. He continued to feed me chocolate with one hand, and went to work on my pussy with the other, plunging his fingers in and out of my drenched walls.
John's cock began to rise to the occasion again, and without a word, I positioned my body over his hardness and slid him inside me.
"I'm your chocolate-loving slut...feed me while I fuck you."
I rode John's cock, taking him deep inside me with every thrust. He held onto my ass, guiding my movements as I slid up and down his shaft, filling me up more and more by the second. I periodically leaned over and he popped another piece of chocolate in my mouth. I took him inside me, faster and faster, and he reached up and grabbed my tits with his chocolate-stained fingers. I worked his dick as he pinched my perky nipples. His hot wad of jizz shot into me, and he reached up and plopped another piece of candy in my mouth as if it was one last reward for making him come.
"Did you finish, baby?" he asked me, still massaging my nipples.
"No," I moaned disappointedly, "I still need some more. Please, give me some more."
John lifted me up and pushed my back against the pillows. He reached for the hard lollipop dildo, and stuck it inside me, as he wandered down to my clit. He sucked my aching bud while fucking me with his hot candy stick. The sensations were all too much to take, so it wasn't long before a wave of orgasm shot through me. I grunted as he shoved the candy in me one last time.
"Wow, that works better than I imagined," said John, climbing up beside me in bed and putting his arms around me. "This is one of the best trade show one-night stands I've ever had."
I giggled a little bit.
"Me too," I whispered as I snuggled up beside him and softly planted my lips on his sweaty neck. I quickly fell asleep in John's arms.
***
I got so wrapped up in the moment, I completely forgot about everything—my real job, my fake speech, and the fact that I meant to sneak out in the middle of the night to avoid any awkward morning-after talk. But John wore me out so much that I comfortably slept through the night.
I woke up when John's phone rang. He was half asleep himself when a groggy "hello" passed through his lips. But he immediately sprang up in bed, as if there was some kind of emergency on the other end of the phone.
"I see," he said in the most serious voice I'd heard from him since we met. "I'm sorry to hear that."
He nodded intently, looking puzzled as he listened to whomever it was he was speaking to.
"Well, I appreciate you calling to let me know."
John hung up the phone, and shot a weird stare at me. He didn't say a word for the longest time.
"What's the matter?" I asked him, stroking his arm. "Is everything all right, baby?"
"Um...that was Jennifer Brown's assistant on the phone. He called to let me know that her seminar has been canceled because she was too sick to fly here yesterday."
More Erotic Stories by Kiki Wellington
Supernatural Seductions
When Jeannie and her husband buy a house in the country, they can’t wait to fulfill their lifelong dream of opening a bed and breakfast. But as she prepares to launch her new business, she finds herself seduced by a paranormal entity dedicated to delivering sexual pleasures beyond her wildest fantasies. Confused and somewhat afraid, Jeannie is torn between wanting the entity out of her home and craving more orgasmic encounters with her ghost lover.
Warning:
Supernatural Seductions (13,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, a paranormal ménage à trois, anal sex in the shower, a thwarted paranormal investigation, and a brief art history lesson.
Supernatural Seductions II
When Traci visits her boyfriend’s family at their country house, she gets a lot more than rest and relaxation—thanks to the hungry touch of a horny ghost soldier who uses his paranormal desires to make her orgasm all weekend long. These encounters bring Traci and Bill’s sex life to a whole new level, and she soon discovers that sex with a ghost is an erotically delicious experience in its own right.
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