Endra's Conference (2nd Edition)

Kendra's Conference, Compressed Version

Author's Note:

A year or so ago I published "Kendra at the Conference," the latest in my usually popular Kendra and Kev stories. It got the worst reception I've ever had. It didn't get negative votes; rather, it got so few votes of any kind that there weren't enough to give it an overall rating.

I suspect that this means that, among other things, it was too long for what it offered. It was mostly a string of sexual escapades between Kendra and Allyson, with little variety or plot development. I think people just got bored and didn't read to the end, hence they didn't even get to the rating page. Possibly some people were also put off by the fact that they got a lot more sex between Kendra and Allyson than between Kendra and Kev in a story that was not billed as being in the lesbian category.

So here's another try. It's basically the same story but radically shortened. It starts pretty much the same as the first version, but then goes its own merry way. I've left out Allyson entirely (reluctantly) and focused the story on the long-distance sex between Kendra and Kev, which I've described in greater detail. If you bogged down in the first version, or haven't read it, try this one.

Please let me know in comments what you think. Feedback is everything to an author who writes for nothing but the pleasure of reaching other people with their words.

1. Prologue

I always start my workday at Smith, Smythe and Roddenberry by checking my voicemail for messages. On this particular morning, there was only one message. It was from one of the partners, Bev Smythe, asking to see me in her office at 10:00.

I had no idea what she wanted. I hoped that she hadn't found out about that time last week when Kev bent me over the copy machine and gave me a quick fuck during work hours. It

was

Casual Friday, after all, but I doubted that Bev would approve of us being quite

that

casual. But the guy who walked in on us promised not to tell if I gave him a blow job, and Bev's voice hadn't sounded angry, so I put the thought out of my mind.

When I entered Bev's office sharp at 10:00, she swung her chair around to face the visitors' chair next to her desk and motioned for me to have a seat. She is an attractive woman in her mid-fifties with steel-gray hair that falls straight to her shoulders, with just a little wave around the bottom to give it some body and character. She has a mature, non-nonsense sort of beauty that perfectly suits her role as senior partner. She was wearing a smart business suit with a slightly frilly white blouse under a black jacket, a combination that looked properly professional while doing nothing to hide the outline of large, firm-looking breasts underneath.

"Hi Kendra," she said warmly. "I have a proposition for you." She laid a brochure on her desk, facing me. "There's a one-day conference for paralegals in Toronto next month - a day in a fancy hotel listening to people present their ideas for better ways of doing things in legal firms. You've suggested some fairly radical changes around here, and they've worked out really well. They're still accepting proposals. Would you like to present your ideas and see if you can soak up any other ideas worth pursuing?"

I was certainly flattered. I hadn't realized that my ideas had made that much of a splash around here. I looked at the date, and noted that it was on a Wednesday. With the day's drive between Ottawa and Toronto on each end of the date, I would be paid for three days of essentially not working—hard to beat that! It was also a chance to get some official recognition for the innovative work I had been doing.

Just one minor problem: Kev and I would be apart for the best part of three days. Since we had moved in together over three years ago, we had never been apart from each other for three days. Of course, during the lockdowns we were pretty much stuck at home with each other anyway (we managed to pass the time, let's say), but even afterwards we stuck to each other like glue.

I hesitated for about a millisecond, then gave my head a virtual shake. "You're a big girl," I told myself. "You can handle three days without Kev to tie you up and fuck you. You can improvise."

"I'll get to work on a proposal right away."

"Keep the brochure," Bev said. "It has a guide to the sessions, guidelines for the proposal, and all that. I'll ask Cindy to sign you up, book you into the hotel, and take care of all the details."

**

That evening, I went over the plan excitedly with Kev. "I'll miss you," he said. "I won't be able to get away from work to join you. But I'm really excited for you. It sounds as though you're starting to go places at Smith, Smythe and Roddenberry.

**

About a week before the conference, I came home with a shopping bag from T'Jalla's sex shop.

"I see you've been shopping," said Kev as I put down the bag. "Something interesting, I hope."

"Well, I expect to find it interesting. You might not quite so much, but I'm sure you'll see the point."

I reached into the bag and took out a large penis-shaped object. "Kendra, that's huge! I know you love being stuffed with really big toys, but I can't see how even you can fit that thing inside you anywhere."

"I agree, actually. That's why I'm glad it's not supposed to fit inside." I showed him that the thing was split in two sections so it could be opened lengthwise. "It's a cock mould. It's full of rubbery goo, and it starts to set as soon as you open it and the air hits it. I'm going to put it around your cock, leave it to set for ten minutes, and then take it off. I'll drop it off at T'Jalla's tomorrow and she'll use it to create an exact replica of your cock. I'll have a little bit of Kev to take with me to Toronto."

Kev chuckled. "That's certainly an inventive solution. But do you think I can stay hard for a whole ten minutes?"

It was my turn to chuckle. "I assume that's a rhetorical question. But trust me, I'll make sure you stay as hard as a piece of steel pipe. Now get those clothes off, sailor. We've got work to do."

We walked into the bedroom. Kev dutifully stripped off, and so did I. As usual, just the sight of my naked body made Kev's cock spring to attention. Kev started to move toward the bed, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. "T'Jalla says you get a better angle if you stay standing up. Here, let me make sure you're as hard as you can get."

I dropped to my knees and took his beautiful cock deep in my mouth, sliding it erotically over the length of my tongue and then down my throat until I kissed his balls. I was glad he kept his balls shaved, not just so I could suck on his scrotum without getting a mouthful of hair, but in this case, also because a bald nutsack would make a better impression in the mould.

Without taking my mouth off Kev's rock-hard cock, I pulled the little tab attached to the opener strip on the mould. I pulled it all the way around and the plastic split like a cigarette package. I slipped the rest of the plastic off, flipped open the catch, and spread the two pieces of the mould wide apart. Then I reluctantly pulled my mouth off Kev's cock, put the mould around it, closed it, and fastened the catch.

"Now, just hold it like that while I encourage you to stay hard." I stood up and started sucking gently at first one nipple, then the other. I ran my hand over his bare, muscular bum and slid my fingers up and down his asscrack.

"That thing feels really weird on my cock. But the rest of me really likes what you're doing."

I kept nibbling his nipples, alternating with running my tongue up and down his body. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, obviously savouring the feel of my lips, tongue and fingertips as they worked his body from top to bottom. Then he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Uh-oh. You're doing wonderful things, but that cold goo on my cock is so weird that I think I'm about to start going soft on you."

"I've got just the thing for that." I reached into T'Jalla's bag again and took out a long, slender vibrator. It had a little bulb on the end, cocked at about a forty-five degree angle - just right for stimulating a man's prostate from inside his rectum.

I lubed up the vibrator from the bottle that always sits beside our bed, reached around behind Kev, and put the end against his asshole. Keeping the mould steady on his cock, Kev spread his feet apart more to give me room to work, and I started pressing the end of the device against his little pucker, rotating it slightly back and forth as I pressed.

Kev isn't quite as keen on having things up his ass as I am, but he's been practicing, and he's let me peg him a few times to get used to the feeling of having pressure on his prostate from the inside. He's been finding out just how hugely erotic that can be, and has been getting to be quite the asshole jockey lately. So it wasn't hard to get the vibe to slide in to about the depth we've found is just right for prostate stimulation.

I made sure the vibe was turned so the bulb would be pointed forward and pressing firmly on Kev's prostate, and turned it on. Kev sucked in a sudden breath and clenched his buttcheeks tightly around it in obvious pleasure.

"Wow. I didn't think there was much more you could do to turn me on with my cock temporarily out of action. That vibe is certainly taking care of the soft cock problem."

I started working the vibe slowly in and out inside Kev's rectum and went back to playing with his nipples with my tongue. He started taking deeper breaths and I could feel his muscles tightening the way they do when he's working up to an orgasm. I dialed back on my thrusting and licking - there was no way I could get a good impression if he shot his load inside the mould.

"Hold on a few more minutes. We're almost done. Then we'll see what trouble your cock can get into when it's not encased in a plastic cylinder of goo."

Kev relaxed a bit and held out until my watch beeped to signify ten minutes. I let go of the prostate vibe but didn't pull it out. I just let it sit there, three quarters of its length still in Kev's rectum keeping his prostate warmed up. I unfastened the catch on the mould and opened it carefully to reveal a negative image of two perfect half-cocks, all ready to be used to manufacture a fully formed Kev-cock right down to the balls. "The balls will be handy as a safety flange so I can't lose you up my ass," I mused. Kev grinned widely as he contemplated his pseudo-cock being stuffed up my eager ass.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around Kev's real cock. "This little guy has been very patient with this process. Now let's give it the reward it deserves." I started thrusting the vibe in Kev's ass again, this time using a longer and faster stroke now that I didn't have to worry about him spoiling the mould. I wrapped the other hand around his cock and began stroking it in time to my thrusts. I felt his muscles tighten and his breathing quicken as the sensations rose through his body.

When we have sex, I'm almost always tied up in some creative way or other, which is the way I like it, and it felt odd to be jerking Kev off without being restrained. But I had to admit that it was also a bit of a treat to have my hands free to do nice things to his body and savour the reaction as his orgasm rapidly built.

I felt his cock start to pulse and knew that he was going to shoot his load any second. I considered dropping to my knees again and wrapping my mouth around it to keep his cum off the floor, but then I thought, "Fuck it. The floor's easy to wipe up." I just kept stroking until a spurt of creamy cum shot half a metre across the room and landed on the bare floor. I thrust the vibe deep in his anal canal and held it there, my hand gripping his pulsing cock firmly until he finished spurting and his body finished twitching with aftershocks. Then I let go of his softening cock and slowly pulled out the massager.

"Jesus, Kendra. Just when I think you've run out of interesting ways to fuck me, you come up with a new one. That thing is great. If I ever get sent on a conference by myself, I'm taking it with me for sure."

I bent down and licked the last drops of cum off the end of his cock and then went to get a wet cloth to wipe up the little puddle on the floor. "Let's have dinner while your cock recharges. Then I want you to tie me up and see if that massager works equally well on my G-spot. We can try it in my pussy and then in my ass to see which is better."

"You've got a deal."

2. Tuesday

The day before the conference, I drove to Toronto, checked into my hotel, and unpacked my things. I hung up my clothes, pulled a bottle of wine out of my suitcase, and poured some into one of the stemmed glasses that the hotel had so thoughtfully provided. Then I sat down at the work desk, opened my laptop, and started tweaking my presentation.

I was tired from the long drive, and after a couple of hours of productive labour, I was feeling thoroughly stressed out. I was also missing Kev. What I needed, I decided, was a good fuck, and Kev wasn't there to help me out. But I had the next best thing.

I got out my little phone stand and propped my phone up in it so I could talk hands-free. Then I video-called Kev.

"Hi, Lover," he said cheerily when he answered the phone. "How's Toronto?"

"I haven't exactly had a lot of time to take in the sights. The drive in was the usual Toronto traffic hell, and then I've spent the last two hours sitting at the desk working on my presentation. I'm stressed to the eyeballs and really need a break."

Kev smiled at me. "What kind of break?"

"This kind of break." I stood up, backed away from the phone a couple of metres, and ran both hands slowly down my body over my blouse, lingering for a minute on my breasts and squeezing them, then pinching my nipples gently through the material. They stood up at once and made two big bumps that I knew Kev would be able to see over the video connection. I drew in a long, audible breath, held it, then let it out with a big, sexy sigh.

I undid my top button, then my second. On the screen I saw the ceiling for a minute as Kev put his phone down. Then his image reappeared and moved back a bit from the camera, showing that he had put his own phone in a stand as well.

Once Kev had his phone settled the way he wanted it, I undid a third button, then, after a brief pause to let the tension build up, a fourth and final button. I stood for a moment with my blouse hanging open and showing off my fancy lace bra. Then I rolled my shoulders back, gave a little shimmy, and let the blouse slide off my shoulders, down my arms and onto the floor.

"Wow," said Kev. "That's the kind of break I can get behind. What else you got?"

I leered at the camera. "If this was a camgirl session, you'd need to drop some virtual coins to tip me into going farther."

"Sorry, I don't think Zoom includes virtual coin. Can I promise to cook you your favourite dinner the minute you get home?"

"Lamb chops and Asparagus Parmesan? That's a tempting offer, but you might end up being a bit busy the minute I get home."

"OK, we can eat at the hour of the elite, then."

To suggest that his offer was accepted, I unfastened my skirt, released it, and let it puddle on the floor around my feet. "And Crème Brulé for dessert," Kev added.

I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. I held the cups over my breasts with both hands for a few seconds, then let it fall to reveal both breasts at once. I stood facing the camera to let Kev admire them, doing a little shimmy to make them rock tantalizingly back and forth. I handled my breasts, cupping them and then stroking my nipples with my thumbs. I pinched them gently to show how hard they were.

"Well, Lover," I said in my best sultry voice. "Can you feel your hands on my body? They make me feel soooo good as they slide over my bare skin." I slid my hands over my bare skin to illustrate. I slid my panties slowly down, rocking my hips back and forth suggestively, which also made my breasts sway even more.

"If you don't have any virtual coin, how about letting me see more of what I'm doing this for?"

Kev unbuttoned his shirt, a little quicker than I had done, and slipped it off to show his smooth, muscular chest and well-defined six-pack. He held his hands out to his sides to show off his torso, then unbuckled his pants, hooked his thumbs in the waistband, slid them down, and stepped out of them.

Ah, that's what I wanted to see. His cock was making a huge tent in his briefs, as if it was ready to tear through the fabric. "You see," he said, gripping his cock through the material. "It's so ready to slide into your beautiful, wet, soft cunt."

I turned my back to the camera, bent over, and slid my panties to the floor. I spread my legs to give him an excellent look at my dripping pussy and the puckered starfish just above it. Then I lay down on the bed and spread my legs apart with my knees up, pulling my pussy lips open with my fingers.

"Do you like what you see in here? My pussy is just begging to have your nice, hot cock fill it up."

I was improvising like crazy, since we don't generally talk dirty when we have sex. Of course, I'm often gagged, so the opportunity doesn't always arise anyway, but even when I'm not, we seem to focus much more on sensations than on sexy language. Under these circumstances, though, the hot talk seemed like a good way to fill in the gap left by the fact that we couldn't touch each other.

Kev pulled his underwear down. His cock was forced down by the elastic waistband as it went by, but it sprang eagerly back up as soon as the elastic slipped over the tip. He ran his hand slowly up and down his stiff cock, fondled his balls, and got right into the act. "I can feel that warm, wet pussy gripping my shaft. Ohhhh! It's so tight and so hot! I love sliding my cock all the way into that sexy love canal."

I produced the Kev-dildo and began licking lasciviously all the way down its length. Then I put it in my mouth and wrapped my lips around it, opening them from time to time so he could see my tongue working over the tip. After a few minutes of felatiating the dildo as sexily as I could, I moved it down and began to insert it, a slow centimetre at a time, into my vagina. No extra lube needed.

"Yes, push that cock into me. I need it. I'm hungry for it. My pussy has been empty all day, and now you're filling it up so wonderfully." Kev's hand was stroking his cock more urgently, but I could tell he was holding back so he wouldn't cum until I'd had a chance to work myself up.

I licked my fingers and began rubbing my clit with them while I thrust the dildo in and out with the other hand. I started making rhythmic "ah-ah-ah" noises. They weren't part of the sexy-talk act -- I was really getting fired up by the feel of the dildo stretching me open, by my fingers on my clit, and by the sight of my lover stroking his cock in front of me. I could almost make myself believe that I really had his wonderful cock inside me, bringing me rapidly towards climax.

Kev's hand moved faster and his face took on the familiar rictus that comes over masturbating men as they near climax. One little potion of my mind was wondering, "How do men keep up that pace? When I give a man a hand job, my hand starts killing me after a few minutes. He must have wrists of steel." But it was a very small part of my mind that was thinking that. The rest of it was totally occupied by the feelings of pleasure that were flooding my body.

Finally, I left off fingering my clit, took the dildo handle in both hands, and shoved it up me as far and as hard as I could. Thank God I've got a deep enough vagina that I can get away with that without bashing my cervix, which hurts as much as men say being kicked in the balls hurts. (If you don't own a cervix, you'll just have to take my word for it.)