“You sure?  I am so wet right now, it would feel really good.  And look, I have

“You sure?  I am so wet right now, it would feel really good.  And look, I have to push really hard just to get the tip of my finger inside, even though it is so slippery and wet.  Just imagine how tight it will feel wrapped around your hard, throbbing cock.  Or would, if you weren’t so determined.  mmmmm, I really wish you would reconsider, I need to feel a big hard cock inside me so bad.”He had been resisting her advances for days now.  It started with cute smiles, and batting of eyes, escalated to friendly touches, laying her hand on his arm as she laughed at one of his jokes, or brushing imaginary lint off his shirt.  Then up to licking her lips seductively as she gave him a smoldering stare over dinner, or rolling the olives from her martini around in her mouth suggestively.  All of which had taken its toll.  She was an amazingly beautiful young lady, and every day he spent at the conference, away from his wife, his desire for her grew, but there was no way he was going to fuck up his marriage of 23 years for a fling, no matter how hot she was.Then, after the last day of the conference, he came up to his room and found her naked, on his bed.  He told her in no uncertain terms that they would not be doing anything together.  But he hadn’t insisted she leave, or even get dressed, and he found himself just standing there, staring at her, listening to her, watching her finger, imagining it was his cock.  He’d come to the room to change before dinner, so slipping off his coat was natural, right?  And the tie was making it a little hard to breath as his blood flow increased with his heart rate, so why not slip it off and loosen a few buttons on his shirt.  He was wearing a t-shirt, so taking his dress shirt off entirely wasn’t really revealing anything.  And his feet hurt from walking around all day at the conference, so kicking them off and slipping out of his socks to get comfortable while he dealt with her was just sensible.  He’d been eating too much rich food at the conference, and his belt was just  a touch restrictive, why not pull it off.  But as he felt his shaking hands hovering at the clasp to his pants, he could no longer delude himself.  If his pants came off, he was going to fuck her.  This was the real moment of truth.  He took a deep breath, preparing to tell her to leave, when she gave a little shudder, her cute little nipples stiffening just a touch more, her finger, now sliding in and out, glistening with her wetness, and his resolve crumbled.  He quickly discarded his pants and boxers all at once, and was pulling off his t-shirt as he approached the bed.  He dove in, his lust driving him wild now that he’d succumbed to it, and drove his throbbing cock deep inside her in one long, delicious stroke, moaning with pleasure as he sank in to her hot, wet depths.  She was every bit as tight as she claimed, and the contrast of her tight, gripping, wetness to his middle aged wife’s vagina, which had passed 3 children down it over the years, and was hence much looser, took him by surprise.  In only a dozen or so strokes he was already approaching climax.  His senses not completely gone, he prepared to pull out, but just then she wrapped her legs around him, moaning, and fluttered her kegels, and in a gasp of panic, he erupted, shooting his potent cum deep inside her.  It was an amazing orgasm, and he shot much more cum than usual before it finally tapered off, and his cock rapidly began to shrivel up, as his guilt and fear came crashing back to the forefront, now that his lust had been sated.  She smiled up at him and let her legs drop and he pulled out, collapsing beside her as he struggled to catch his breath.  Finally, his faculties fully recovered, he turned to look at her.  "Um, I assume you are on birth control?“She giggled and shook her head, "No.  That’s kind of the point.”  He looked confused, but she continued, “You know that contract our company has been trying to get you to agree to all week in our after conference meetings?  Tell you what.  My president is waiting down in our suite with it and a pen.  If you head down there now, and sign it, I’ll take a morning after pill, and this will all just be a happy memory, with no ongoing repercussions.  However, if you continue to resist, well, let’s just say that 9 months from now, your life could get very, very messy.” and she giggled, but that took none of the sting of panic out of her words.  She then shrugged and smiled, getting up and wrapping herself in his robe, and called down to room service for some chilled juice and a snack.  When she hung up the phone she just looked at him and arched an eyebrow.  He shook his head, his face buried in his hands, trying to will it not to be real, but then he sighed in resignation, got up and slipped on some clothes and headed out the door to sign the contract.  “That little bitch!” he thought, as he rode the elevator down, then he cursed himself for giving in to his lust.  How could he have been so stupid?  So naive?  "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck FUUUCK!“ he screamed and punched the elevator wall.  Then he composed himself as the doors began to open and resigned himself to the inevitable. -- source link

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