FL - Part 3 - Back Again

I could tell by your giddiness all weekend that you were plotting. Your imagination was powerful and when you found another willing adventurer the possibilities became endless and this particular fantasy had been festering for a long-time. It definitely made me nervous. I reminded you that I was not traveling alone the next week, my colleague Jeff would be with me. The look you gave me told me not to meddle.

I was surprised when you kissed me good-bye at the airport, taking liberties with my ass and lifting the skirt I was wearing almost to the point of inappropriate in the process. Your kiss was the passionate, satisfied kiss I was used to after a long tryst with one of our playthings. I looked into your eyes as I pulled away, bathing in your love one last moment before I left for the week.

The expedited security line was short and I made my way to the gate just as they were beginning to call for the pre-boards. I lined up behind the other eager, familiar passengers who had earned their upgrades into first class and boarded quickly when it was our turn. I ordered a coffee with Bailey's and closed my eyes as I waited, contemplating the virtues of working versus sleeping a bit more on the flight.

I opted for sleep, armed with my favorite travel pillow I was able to quickly doze off and woke up to the familiar sounds of the flight attendant encouraging everyone to wrap up their internet sessions.

I stretched and looked out the window over the swampy land below, I loved the views from the sky. The fluffiness of the clouds, how immobile they seemed despite our speed as we were passing by. The clouds fascinated me as we descended and I almost forgot about my anxiousness.

When we had safely landed, I took my phone off airplane mode and was greeted by a text message from you.

"I know you didn't think I'd forgotten the possibilities for this week. Trevor will expect you to provide him with a key to your room first thing tomorrow morning and of course you won't be wearing panties, as usual. Enjoy your week. I love you." The message read.

"Of course my love. I love you too." I replied quickly and gathered my things to deplane.

I made my way to the office straight from the airport and tried to shift back into work mode but everything felt muddled. It was a struggle and I didn't know what to expect. My primary project leader was back in town and she wanted to visit and tell me all about her trip and hear how the Steering Committee meeting had gone.

That was when I'd learned Mr. Wagner, Trevor, was actually out of the office for the day. It made sense actually, otherwise you would have wanted me to get him a key immediately.

I appreciated the day to adjust.

I worked through the day, starting to develop an implementation plan, it was good that our project leader was back so we could collaborate and made sure we were hitting the mark. Jeff would help put the numbers to the plan and work with the sales team on pricing.

I was tired when I left the office for the day and went back to the hotel, I'd been up super early to catch my flight and I decided to indulge in room service and go to bed early. I called you and we spoke briefly but you knew I was tired and you knew nothing exciting was happening, at least not today.

The next morning, I went in early, I knew Mr. Wagner came in early as well and I didn't want it to seem odd that I was meeting with him. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to go to his office to give him my key or if I was supposed to wait until he came to get it. I reread your message and it sounded like I was supposed to bring it to him. I tried to find the right demeanor and after I got my computer set-up, I made my way across the building to his office.

"Good morning Mr. Wagner." I said, pulling him away from his computer.

"Mr. Wagner?" He asked.

"Yes. Here." I said, reaching out to hand him my key.

He reached out and took it from me but asked me to shut the door.

I hesitated, I wasn't prepared for that request.

"Don't worry Michelle, I'm not going to fuck you right now." He said.

I closed the door and leaned against it, waiting for what was next.

"Come sit down." He invited.

I moved to sit down in the chair across from his desk but he stopped me.

"Raise your skirt." He said.

I raised my skirt and sat down, I knew not to close my legs modestly like anyone else would want to do.

"Very nice." He said.

"Thank you." My throat was very dry and it came out a bit broken.

"Your husband is fascinating." He said.

I smiled nervously. "He is."

"He's given me many, many ideas." He said, it sounded like a threat.

"I'm sure he did."

"I'm not the only one with permission to fuck you. He encouraged me to bring others." He said.

I closed my eyes. "Mr. Wagner, it's going to be a long day and I will need to be able to concentrate if I'm going to service you and give you your money's worth here. I think it would be best if..."

"I'm completely uninterested in what you think when it comes to what's going on in this office when you're in it with the door closed." He said, the menace in his voice was real.

We sat staring at one another, the tension was rising but I was determined to wait.

"You can go now." He said, turning back to his computer. I pulled my skirt down and went back to the board room. I could feel the flush in my face and I tried to calm myself.

It was a long day. Jeff arrived around 9 AM and we strategized about implementation and met with our project lead for a bit and started building out a plan. We ate lunch in and Jeff insisted we get dinner together to keep sorting through ideas. I was extremely reluctant because my anticipation had been building all day. Mr. Wagner had stayed away and I was looking forward to what the evening was going to bring.

They'd just bought our food when I got the text from Mr. Wagner. "Where are you?"

"Dinner. Jeff." I replied.

Then nothing. I know I was going to be at least another forty-minutes to an hour and I was nearly crawling out of my skin to leave. Jeff seemed intent on dragging it out so I eventually feigned not feeling well just to escape.

When I got to my hotel room Mr. Wagner wasn't there. I felt sick and the disappointment was enormous. I also knew you were not going to be pleased.

"I'm back." I texted and waited.

And waited...

And waited...

Nothing. I finally called you to confess but you didn't answer. My anxiety was only increasing.

By eleven thirty, I had to give up. The silence of my phone was deafening. It was a terribly restless night but I finally fell into a deep sleep somewhere around four in the morning.

Which is why I didn't hear the door to my room open.

I woke up when I felt his hand on my neck. My eyes opened wide and he was staring down at me. "Don't disappoint me like that again." He said and used my neck to pull me up and turn me over onto my knees in front of him. His other hand immediately went to my pussy and I knew I was still wet from the previous night.

He began smacking my ass, hard. I was worried about whoever was in the next room calling the front desk, I tried to remain as quiet as possible as I continued to get wetter and wetter.

"Put your feet on the floor." He said.

I lowered my feet to the floor and stood up shakily.

"Feet together." He said and I closed my legs. "Spread that ass."

I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart, giving him a clear view, though not as good as it would have been had he let me spread my legs.

He buried his cock in my pussy and held it there. "So fucking wet." He said. "That's all the lube you get though."

He pulled his cock out of my pussy and began lining up with my ass. I took a deep breath and braced myself.

He began pushing his way inside of me, painfully. My pussy lube had eased the way somewhat but my lack of readiness made it sorely inadequate and I was struggling to remain quiet as he mercilessly forced his way inside of me without pulling back at any point. Once he'd worked his way deep in my ass, that's when he finally gave me a minute to adjust and then began pulling back, the friction was significantly greater because of the lack of lubrication and while it was painful, it was also extremely erotic.

As he started fucking me, gradually picking up his pace, my ass began to produce a bit of its own lubrication, though not near as copious as my pussy could offer, and the pain ebbed into an extremely pleasurable sensation. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled back on my head, fucking into me hard and slowing down in that distinctive, 'I'm going to cum' fashion and I braced myself.

I could feel him pulsing and making his deposit deep inside of me. I felt him pulling back and I braced myself for the emptiness but as soon as his cock fell free, he was replacing it with a plug. I could feel as he was pressing it forward, it was a fairly good size but the end was extremely narrow and my anus closed around it and I knew it was holding his cum deep inside of me. I was so turned on my clit immediately began throbbing.

Trevor grabbed my ankles, pushed me back onto the bed, and turned me over onto my back quickly and got on his knees and began licking my pussy. I was beyond turned on, his fast, steady rhythm had me cumming in less than a minute and I lay panting on the bed.

"That stays in all day." He said. "There is a single occupancy bathroom at the far end of the west hall, use that today. I'll expect you to go in there and masturbate at least six times, I'll text you when I want you to go. However wet you get, you're not going to be wiping it away."

"Mr. Wagner, I can't agree to that." I said as he gave his last direction. "I get too wet and it will either be running down my legs or saturating the back of my skirt if I masturbate six times and don't clean up."

He stood looking at me with an odd expression. "I thought I wanted you call me Trevor but you're right, the formality is better."

There as an awkward silence that kept lingering between us, I felt like he was having his own conversation I wasn't privy to.

"Let's shower." He said eventually.

I got up and he followed me into the bathroom. We showered together and I washed him and sucked his cock. He watched me wash my hair and clean myself. I found it curious he'd not kissed me yet and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of kisser he was.

When we got out of the shower he went and got dressed as I set about doing my hair and make-up, not that I required a lot of time for either. He came and stood in the door frame, leaning against it with his arms crossed, watching me. It was a bit disarming to see him dressed in his business attire standing there watching me at the sink, naked with a butt plug in my ass.

Once I finished I turned to leave so I could get dressed but he was blocking my way. "Excuse me." I said, in hopes he would move.

Instead he reached out and grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and reached between my legs with the other. I braced myself against the doorway as he rubbed my clit until I came. He brought his fingers to my mouth and made me clean them and then he let me pass so I could get dressed.

I got dressed and I turned to face him. "You understand I have to clean-up after." I said with a hint of a question.

He looked around and then looked at me. "Do you have any underwear with you?" He asked.

"Yes." I said and went to my suitcase.

He looked at the panties I held up.

"There is a cabinet in the bathroom for supplies, I'll place these in the back for you. You can use these to clean up as minimally as possible. Then put them back."

I stared up into his hazel eyes in fascination. "Alright." I said as he took the panties from me and put them in his pocket.

"Have a nice day." He said and left the room.

I finished getting ready, grabbed a coffee from the coffee stand in the hotel lobby and made my way to the office. Jeff beat me there by just a few minutes and I took my time setting up. I decided it would be helpful to feign not feeling well still since I knew I was going to be venturing to the bathroom several times during the day.

Starting immediately it appeared. I had just gotten my computer plugged in and powered up when I got the first text. "One." It said.

I took a deep breath and made my way down to the restroom. I leaned against the wall and began rubbing my clit. The plug in my ass had me in a heightened state of arousal to begin with and so it didn't take me long at all to reach that blissful state of throbbing, pulsing, quaking orgasm. I gauged the level of stickiness between my thighs and reached into the cupboard and found the black, lace underwear I'd given him waiting for me in the back of the cabinet behind two rows of toilet paper.

I dug them out and sopped up the excess moisture that had run back and threatened to soak through my skirt when I sat down and then placed them back on the shelf and left the bathroom.

"Done." I texted as I made my way back up the hall.

By 3 PM I'd reached number six and I felt a sense of relief as I made my way back up the hall. Though my ass was throbbing and my clit was beyond sensitive, I felt like I could relax finally. My inner thighs were damp at least three inches down and I was clamping my legs together tightly to keep from leaking out as I walked.

Jeff headed out at 4 to take a call at 5 EST with a west coast client so I was finally alone and felt a bit less stressed over the days escapades and contemplated leaving early myself but was unsure if that was permissible. I thought about texting you to ask but I had another text from Mr. Wagner. "Seven."

"You said six times." I texted back.

"I said at least six times. Pay attention."

My pussy immediately responded with a renewed flood of anticipation as I once again made my way to the bathroom at the far end of the hall.

I was surprised to find Mr. Wagner in there waiting for me leaning against the sink. He had a particularly satisfied smile as he saw me enter. "Come here." He said.

I walked toward him and he told me to turn around. I faced away from him and leaned back as he reached down and pulled my skirt up.

His hand went between my legs and he moaned as his fingers met the moisture leaking down. "I've been thinking about that all day." He growled in my ear. "I've jerked off three times today thinking about how fucking wet you were."

He began rubbing my clit. "I can't wait to fuck you. Can you leave after this?" He asked.

"Yes." I said breathlessly as he worked me toward yet another orgasm.

"Go back to the hotel and get naked. I want you kneeling on the bed doggie style so you're right there ready when I walk in the door."

"Oh god I'm going to cum." I said as his words served to fan the fire burning inside of me.

He kept rubbing my clit, causing me to cry out softly. I tried to pull away from him as the sensitivity overwhelmed me but he held me tight around the waist and continued rubbing into me, causing my knees to go weak.

"Go." He said.

"I need to..." I started, looking at the cupboard.

"Don't sit down." He said. "I'll be there soon."

He left the bathroom and I held on to the edge of the sink, trying to compose myself.

I made it back to the hotel and was so anxious for what was to come I immediately stripped naked and knelt on the bed closest to the door, I was in a two-queen room.

I don't know if he'd begun undoing his pants in the hall or what but from the time I heard the door open to the time his cock was buried in my pussy was literally a matter of seconds. It took my breath away.

I was so wet and so ready I was rocking back into him anxiously, begging him with my body for his cum. Despite the fact that he'd masturbated several times, I was sure he was going to cum quickly and he didn't disappoint. It couldn't have been five minutes and he was pressing hard into me, shooting his cum deep inside of me. I was glad to have it but I desperately wanted more.

He slid from my pussy and I whined in protest but then he was guiding me onto my back and he knelt down between my legs and began attending to me with his mouth once again. He quickly had me cumming but then he slowed down and brought me back to earth, only to work me back up again to another orgasm. He continued indulging me with his tongue, I didn't know if it was possible for me to ever tire of it. Then he stood up and I could see he was ready for round two.

He reached down and removed the plug from my ass, discarding it on the floor. I felt hallow inside and the pulsing feeling I'd been having off and on all day was back in earnest, especially on the heels of the several orgasms he'd pulled from me.

Pushing me up further onto the bed, he guided me onto my side and straddled my lower leg, resting the other on his shoulder. I knew what was coming and the anticipation was overwhelming.

As soon as he entered my ass my hand went to my clit and I was rubbing myself into an orgasm. He was so deep inside of me and I just wanted him to stay there. He alternated his rhythm more, starting slowly and then building up until he was pounding into me painfully, then slowing again only to resume a few minutes later with the pounding. I would have taken whatever he had to dish out.

When he was reaching his end, he began pressing down into me, bending me in two, trying to get deeper than he'd been, which seemed impossible and yet somehow it felt as though he'd managed. Delivering the second load of cum in me, he collapsed down on me, stretching my leg even further, and finally kissed me.

It was an odd expression of the hunger we'd had pent up all day and it felt like another form of release, not orgasmic but a mental release of some kind. I was so thankful to you for making me walk through that door.

He got off me eventually and we went and took a shower once again. As he got dressed, I laid down on the bed, waiting.

"I have a meeting in the morning. What time is your flight?" He asked.

"Four in the afternoon." I said.

He smiled. "I'll be looking forward to our time together next week then." He said.

Once he was gone of course I called you, sharing the erotic, orgasm filled day I'd had along with the amazing sex. I loved hearing your pleasure in the pleasure I was giving to another man and how proud you were of my ability to do so. I think it's the knowing I'm yours, that he'll have me periodically for a short window of time but that you'll have me forever...and he'll know that...gives you a tremendous amount of satisfaction.