graybeards: Jeff looked like a deer in headlights when he spotted me in the front row. I smiled cold
graybeards: Jeff looked like a deer in headlights when he spotted me in the front row. I smiled coldly and our eyes locked for long enough that anyone watching would have noticed. He started shifting uncomfortably in his chair as the other members of the panel shuffled onto the stage and took their seats beside him.He glanced at a woman in the row behind me and forced a smile. I looked back at her for a moment before turning to grin at Jeff with raised eyebrows, and mouth, “Your wife?” He blushed, but I saw the familiar bulge in his suit thickening.Another man in a suit walked up to the lectern and said, “Well, let’s get started. Our panel today is ‘Making a Marriage Last: How Jesus Helps Us Abandon Lust and Embrace Love’.” I smirked at Jeff’s obvious hard-on and licked my lips, remembering the taste of his cum the night before when this same man had pushed me to my knees in a bathroom stall. I honestly didn’t mind—it was fun—but it was risky doing that at work and Jeff stiffed me. He and his buddies had all gotten steak, and numerous bottles of wine. They even had the nerve to complain to my manager that I was missing when I spent my fifteen-minute break on my knees. And after all that, Jeff only tipped 5%.But I wasn’t in that auditorium for money, which is probably what he suspected. I didn’t quite know what I was there for at all. He rushed over to his wife after the panel ended—for me, nearly an hour of staring at the man’s considerable bulge—and they hurried out. I was quite surprised when Jeff grabbed me by the shoulder a few minutes later and dragged me into an elevator. He didn’t say a word as he guided me down the hotel hallway and I worried for a moment that he might get violent. Jeff slid a keycard into a door—Room 716—and pulled me inside. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He growled as he slammed me against the wall.The air was knocked out of me and I gasped, “I don’t know. I just…”The fury on his face was terrifying. He was going to kill me; I was sure of it. But he reached down and unbuckled my belt, tearing down my pants and briefs in a hurry as he fumbled with his zipper. He grabbed me around the waist and with a surprising amount of strength, lifted me off the ground as he rushed over to the bed and threw me down on my stomach.I felt his rough fingers on my smooth ass as he spread my cheeks and spat on my hole. He wasted no time pressing his fat dick against me and slicking his head with his own saliva. I gasped as Jeff plunged inside me, planting his strong hands on my back to pin me down. He growled, “Is that why you’re here, bitch? You want some more daddy dick?” Trembling, I couldn’t answer as the married man forced his way deep inside me. The man pounded my ass as he kept grunting, “Such a little whore.” He buried the last of his shaft inside me and wrapped his arms around my chest to press my body against his. “You’re just my hungry slut.” He lifted me off the bed, impaled on his cock, and started thrusting. “You love daddy’s big dick. Don’t you, princess?” I moaned wildly as I shot my load on the bed from the sound of his voice and feeling of his huge cock.He exhaled with a moan as he watched me cum and then started pounding my ass like an animal. Without another word, he kept thrusting until his manhood swelled and erupted inside me, filling me with his married cum. When he finished thrusting, he threw my cum-filled body down on the bed and zipped up. “Come back to this room tonight at nine. Those guys were all so jealous when I told them you blew me in the bathroom.”I heard the ruffling of paper and felt something on my back. I reached back and grabbed two $100 bills that he’d thrown at me. Jeff slapped my ass and said, “You’ll get one more for every load you take tonight. So be on time, bitch.” -- source link