My husband and I both work for a multinational company, and as such, we are used to going on business trips quite often. He is not so fond of business trips and when he needs to go, he would usually take the last possible flight out, and the earliest possible flight back home. In his upcoming trip, however, he decided to fly out a week earlier than usual so he could catch an NBA game as his favorite team, the Knicks, were playing on the week before his meetings. Since he was flying on a Sunday, we decided to dine out with our two girls for Saturday dinner where we went to our favorite Spanish restaurant to enjoy some tapas and wine. Our family dinner was interrupted when my boss suddenly called. I initially ignored her call thinking she dialed by mistake as it was a weekend, but when she rang me again after the first call ended, I thought it was important, so I picked up the call.
She was apologetic for disturbing us, but she needed urgent help. To cut the long story short, one of our colleagues, Giselle, had to take her maternity leave 6 weeks earlier than planned due to sensitive pregnancy, and my boss needed me to step in effective immediately. We aligned on this before but we both didn't expect it to be this early, so we agreed to just make it work. Just before we ended the call, she mentioned that I need to represent our company in an awards gala on the coming Friday since Giselle cannot attend anymore, and that Martin, the lead of the department will come with me.
Martin is considered a heartthrob by most of the ladies in the office, and I must admit, he's pretty hot. He's a tall Dutchman, around 6'4" maybe, and from his build you can say that he's a gym rat. Some ladies who have seen his social media posts say his abs are enough to make them take their clothes off for him. I have worked a lot with Martin in the past and I have always enjoyed working with him. He's very collaborative and easy to work with, and not at all intimidating even if he holds a high position in the office. Having spent some time with him during some of his visits in the past, I can say that on top of his looks, he is also oozing with charisma and sex appeal, and I can understand why the ladies are swooning over him.
I met Martin in the office Friday after lunch, and we chatted a bit and discussed the priorities he for his department that I would need to drive. After talking business, we talked the plans for the evening and agreed to just meet at the lobby of the hotel where the gala is taking place. I asked if he needed a ride to the hotel, but he told me that he booked a room at the same hotel instead of the usual one he stays at on trips, because it was more convenient for the event. We sealed the plan then I excused myself so I can prepare for the gala.
Since it was short notice, I couldn't get an appointment for my hair and make-up, so I decided to do it on my own and just go for a simple look. I put on light make-up and just blow-dried my hair, before picking my wardrobe for the evening. I chose to wear a black, halter neck long dress with a low back and slit that goes up to the top of my thighs. The halter neck of my dress was made of Swarovski crystals, and my dress had sequin accents around the breast area which allowed me to go braless for the event as they will conceal my nipples nicely. The back of my dress hugged my figure nicely, but I had to wear a G-string to avoid panty lines from showing. I topped it off with 6-inch stilettos, and diamond jewelries, and red lipstick. I checked myself out on the mirror and I was happy with how I looked so I set off to meet Martin at the hotel.
Martin looked stunning as well in his black tuxedo, and we complemented each other while exchanged kisses on our cheeks. He led me inside the event hall, then we took our place in the designated area for our company. The evening was filled with good entertainment, excellent food, wine and of course awards for the brilliant minds in the industry. I went up on stage with Martin to accept the award for our company, and on our way down the stage, I felt my dress loosen up a bit. It was good that I realized quickly that the strap around my neck broke, so I was able to hold my dress up and prevent my tits from making an appearance in front of the crowd. When we got to our seats, I told Martin of my predicament, and he kindly offered for us to go to his room so I can fix my dress. I kindly accepted his offer, and we quietly exited the hall to go to his room.
When we got to Martin's room, I was surprised that he had the honeymoon suite where there was only a clear glass separating the bathroom from the bedroom. I planned on fixing my dress in the bathroom but this would be useless as he would still see my naked through the glass. I was secretly hoping that Martin would offer to stay out of the room while I sew my dress, but he didn't, and I didn't want to impose either. Feeling a bit caught in a bind, I jokingly asked Martin if he could be a nice guy and just look away as there was no way I can fix my dress without letting my tits out. He smiled and said, "I'll try my best!".
I sat on the desk in front of the bed, so I had my back turned against Martin who sat on the bed while waiting for me. I pulled my dress down to my waist so I could sew the strap on the halter neck, perfectly aware that my tits were hanging loosely in front of me, and that Martin can easily see them if he decided to peak over my shoulders as I had a vanity mirror in front of me. I tried to ignore the thought and just focused on sewing so I could finish fast and cover myself as quickly as possible. Just as I was finishing up, I got startled when I heard Martin's voice very close to me.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it!" he said in a soft voice, just as I felt a warm pair of hands cup my tits from behind me.
I froze a bit as I got startled, but I could feel my nipples getting stiff as Martin gently rubbed them between his thumb and index finger. I wanted to tell him to stop but somehow all I could manage to let out were soft moans as he played with my tits. He helped me up to my feet and slowly pulled my dress down until it completely fell off on the floor, leaving me with just my G-string and stilettos on. He started kissing me on my nape and neck as he continued fondling my tits with his right hand, while his left hand wandered down inside my lace undies until his finger reached my clit. I felt my pussy juices flow almost instantly when he touched me down there, and for sure he knew I was down to fuck the moment he felt how wet I was.
Martin turned me around to face him then planted a kiss on my lips. I felt his tongue darting in and out of my mouth and I reciprocated by doing the same. I felt his hands grope my ass cheeks as we kissed, and I felt his cock grow and get hard as it pressed against my body. After a while, he broke our kiss, and he made his way down to my tits and started licking and sucking my already stiff nipples. He alternated pleasuring my tits while keeping his hands busy on my ass. At this point, I already surrendered to lust, and I just moaned in pleasure as I allowed him to do whatever he wants to do with my body.
After sucking and nibbling on my nipples, Martin decided to pinch them firmly making me squirm in both pain and pleasure, before pushing me hard down the bed. I once again froze as I was shocked when he pushed me, and while I lay on the bed staring at him, he hurriedly took off his clothes and I got my first glance of his enormous cock! It wasn't the longest I've had, but for sure it was probably the thickest I've seen, and it got me so horny just thinking how much his cock would stretch my pussy. He must have seen the look of amazement in my eyes, so he smiled at me before joining me on the bed. He went on top me of and straddled me across my tits before gently rubbing his cock on my chin and lips.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked while he continued to rub his cock on my lips.
"Yes!" I said rather nonchalantly, trying to mask my excitement.
"Is it big enough for you?" he asked moved slightly towards my face such that his cock is now resting on top of my face.
"It's huge!" I responded.
"Suck it!" he said in a very commanding tone, before grabbing my head and gently pushing his cock in my mouth. Martin started fucking my face, going slow and shallow at first, then little by little he went deeper until I started gagging and gasping for air. He pulled his cock out and I started tearing up, but after just a few breaths, he once again started fucking my mouth. I struggled with his cock in my mouth as it was too thick for my small mouth, and I just couldn't help and imagine how much it would stretch my pussy when he fucks me. He repeated a few more times before he got off me, sat beside me on the bed, then asked me to straddle him such that my lace covered pussy is pressing against his huge cock.
