This is an adult sex story.
All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it!
Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual.
This story follows "I'm Running on Empty Chapter Six."
This is the last story of how I spent my time starting that first week of the month of April and what my penis was doing too.
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I've been asked what kind of man I am.
Meaning, am I an ass man? A breast man? A leg man?
The correct answer is none of the above and all of the above.
I just like being around smart, sexy women.
This year I have been exposed to several groups of professional women; smart, educated, and driven to succeed. They like making money and they like to be around people that are interested in the same thing.
Do I have to tell you that they are all attractive and interested in having sex?
I was like a hungry kid in a candy store.
Can you say "Pussy Galore?"
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I had no idea that that women traveled in "packs" if that is the appropriate word.
The first pack I was introduced to was the "Hot to Trot" group mentioned in my story of the same name. These were single, divorced and widowed public school administrators in the Los Angeles area, all of them cougars, who were interested in having sex with younger men.
The second pack was the group of financial professionals who wanted to leave the accounting profession and secure work in private industry. These ladies had in common working for the same large accounting firm at various times but many had moved on and worked elsewhere.
The third group was an informal group that had spun off from a formal organization. These were the widows, divorcees and children of people who had owned car dealerships. I stumbled onto this loose network and found it was quite extensive.
The fourth pack was a group of women who were employed by banks and in real estate law who wanted to expand their network and get involved in investments for passive income.
Jessica, as an example, was in this last group. I had met Jessica on Monday night in Las Vegas as I was leaving dinner with The Blonde aka Lauren. (I wrote two stories on my fun time with her).
Jessica wanted some time alone with me to talk business so she waited in the hotel lobby until I finished my after dinner sex romp upstairs in a suite with Lauren.
Once in the limo, she kissed me; we talked, then she kneeled on the floor, spread my legs, unzipped me, out flopped my cock and she blew me in the car going from Mandalay Bay back to my hotel.
Jessica was a wonderful person. Smart, funny, and she licked my cock clean of her friend Lauren's now dried juices.
And my dried man sauce too.
If she tasted anything other than my cock, I couldn't sense any hesitation.
Her mouth was small, which made the friction strong.
I knew she would be great at head because she was a wonderful kisser and she proved my theory right as her tongue and lips did magnificent things to my manhood.
Jessica wasn't competing with any other woman for my attention; she simply wanted her blow job to be the best she'd ever delivered. And it was a top ten, maybe a top five for me.
I liked her technique but having come so many times already that day, I had the limo driver cruise around town a bit before I was able to shoot my wad.
Jessica was able to coax a final load out of my mostly empty balls, swallowing what little man juice I had left.
This young lady was 32, stood about 5' 8" tall; had a body that would not quit.
Jessica was a brunette beauty, with hair cascading down to her shoulders.
She was slender and fit, with tits that I would later find out were just under a handful, a flat belly and a bare, waxed pussy.
As we kissed, I lifted her dress and reached down and cupped her butt. Her ass felt great in my two hands as I rubbed her cheeks, then spread them, allowing the air to find her rosebud just prior to my middle finger finding its way there.
As I pushed on her exit hole, she groaned on my cock, which felt very nice.
I guessed, correctly as it turned out, that she was a dancer or had been a dancer.
I found out later that she liked to dance in the dark with more than one partner.
Given her persistence, and her ability to suck, I hired as soon as she swallowed.
Jessica was so grateful for me hiring her as my real estate attorney that she promised she would suck me or fuck me anytime, anywhere any hole. All I had to do was text her.
I kept her number handy.
Because I hate to sleep alone.
And, aside from the nights, who doesn't like a mid afternoon blow job, or a full on fuck if there's time?
Certainly having sex in the afternoon is better for a man than eating a candy bar or a bag of chips.
I texted her and she flew over to Santa Fe later in the week, as you shall read.
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On Tuesday night, after two full and busy days in Las Vegas, I flew to Santa Fe and spent the rest of the week there.
This was on after my wax session with Joy (from the previous story) and another appointment which I will cover in a later story.
I had Holly, my newly hired CFO traveling with me.
I had retained an economics professor from the University of Nevada Las Vegas by the name of Natalie who briefed me (and Holly) on the economy of the various places Catherine and I had business interests and properties.
The Ph. D. was no nerd. Hiding behind the fashionable eye glasses and the hair in a bun was a stunning woman who knew her stuff and also knew how to deliver it.
Natalie was blonde; she stood almost six feet tall and was slender with shapely ankles and nice legs. She had a nice smile and a nice front too.
I was interested in having an eye on the horizon for the economy simply because hotels and car dealerships have a few Achilles Heels like dips in employment and higher gas prices and I did not want the music to stop and not have a seat to sit in.
The prof told me that my strategy was sound and that as soon as I could get the properties paid for I would be in very good shape for the next ten years, economy be damned. Between now and then there would be some dips but nothing major was forecast.
I had Holly take notes and told her I needed a payoff schedule for everything.
Holly and I looked at each other and we both knew it would mean three things: cutting costs, buying more profitable businesses and diversifying.
The plane dropped us in Santa Fe and returned to Las Vegas to take the prof home. She'd made a quick $30,000 plus another $5,000 a month retainer. The way Natalie she looked at me, I knew she was interested in more than just doing business.
Sometimes you can just look at a woman and you just know she would be a great fuck.
Then, as you speak to her, and listen to her, you believe it will be better than you thought, if you only had the opportunity.
