Pt. 85 - A Weekend to Remember

This is part 85 of my continuing story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is fictional work. Fiction means made up. I am a storyteller.

Any mistakes are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Please forgive any typos.

*******

I have never mentioned this, but my boss, Jack Colton, Board Chair and CEO of The Corporation, was a minority owner of the Los Angeles Dodgers. A small percentage.

The season had just started, and with his ownership status, he scheduled for us to have an all-day meeting in one of the boardrooms and then enjoy the evening game, start time, 7:10pm, in a large luxury box overlooking first base.

On the agenda was the hotel business. We had several possible directions to go with the many properties, which were evaluating options.

I flew down to LAX and took a limo to the stadium.

I wasn't sure if I was going to spend the night or not, but I got a suite at the Ritz Carleton in Marina Del Rey just in case.

*******

Jack had arranged for us to get a stadium tour. We went all over the stadium and ended up on the infield, standing on the pitcher's mound.

As I took it all in, I tried to imagine what it would be like to be pitching, or batting, with 56,000 fans screaming at you.

No thanks, I'll stick to sitting in the stands, or a luxury box.

One of the reasons for attending the game was that we were going to be spending time with some of the on-air talent and producers for the new Pac12 organization.

With the implosion of the "old" Pac12 conference, the newly reincarnated conference had several new television and radio contracts. Darius Hotels were going to be proud sponsors and Jack wanted to get to know who would be representing us at the sporting events.

To be clear, we were sponsoring all the sports, but only football and basketball had substantial television and radio airtime.

I wasn't sure what my role was until Jack shared with me, "Talk to them, be nice and friendly, and just measure them. We don't want any idiots representing us. There's simply too much at stake."

*******

All told, we had about thirty folks join us. I found them all to be nice, friendly and professional. They were all dressed for job interviews, which is I guess what this was all about.

Of course, I wasn't that interested in the play by play or color commentators, although it was nice to meet them.

The female sideline reporters caught my eyes. I suspected that most if not all of them were former beauty queens, you know, like Miss Florida or Miss Hawaii.

I am pretty good with names, but it was all so fast and furious, I didn't remember anyone.

Even the gorgeous ones.

We all sort of mingled, lots of handshakes and smiles. Everyone got a drink, maybe two, and then a plate as we all made our way through the buffet line.

I grabbed my plate and headed to the seat on the outside balcony so I could take in the game outdoors. You know, hear the crack of the bat and the roar of the crowd.

I was watching and not really paying any attention to anyone when I heard a voice, a very nice voice, a sexy voice, ask me, "Is this seat taken?"

*******

Her perfume hit me first.

Soft, sexual, enhancing.

In a nanosecond I knew that she was gorgeous.

(They were all gorgeous).

I didn't hear an accent.

*******

Being the gentleman, I am, I smiled and stood up, semi-turned to her and replied, "Please join me."

She smiled back and said, "We met inside but I can't remember your name, sorry."

"I'm Rick Valencia. And you are...?"

"Pleased to meet you again, Rick, I'm Taylor Wagner."

We shook hands, gently, and sat down.

I didn't see much of Taylor; meaning, I wasn't able to scope her out very well. But I did see enough of her to be impressed.

She was a fucking knockout.

I turned slightly to look her in the eyes and took another glance.

I estimated that she stood about five feet six and was wearing four inch "fuck me" heels. Her blonde hair was shoulder length. Her big blue eyes sparkled when she spoke and I took in the finely manicured nails, the rock on her left hand, modest gold earrings and matching necklace.

What I noticed most of all was how well she tried to hide her fantastic figure under her business clothes. I'd been around enough women to know that they want to be treated respectfully for their knowledge and intelligence and so they downplay or try to hide their figures to take sex out of the equation.

I also knew that some women dressed provocatively to introduce sex into the dynamic, but that's another story. Some of these ladies were looking for a postgrad Mrs. Degree.

For Taylor, well, I give her a ton of credit for trying but the reality that she had an amazing body and nothing she wore or didn't, was going to hide it.

She wore light makeup and used soft pink lipstick that only drew attention to her very kissable lips and her mesmerizing mouth. Her teeth were perfect.

Maybe twenty-eight or even younger.

My first carnal thought was what it would be like to be kissing her and what all she could do to my cock with that oral package.

Yes, she was married, but that still didn't stop me from lusting after her.

*******

"Where are you from?" she asked me.

"Sacramento."

"Really, I grew up there. What part of town?"

I told her the name of my city (east in the foothills) and she responded, "I know a few people that live there. Do you know Pamela, the TV weathergirl?"

I smiled and said, "I know her quite well. How do you know her?"

"We worked together at the station. I did the weekend sports reporting. Covered high school, college and pros."

"When did you start with the Pac12 network?"

"I'm just getting going. One of the things that we're supposed to do is connect with you and your boss. Make a good impression and all that."

She laughed, pushing her hair back behind her ear, a clear sign she was interested in me.

Despite being married. "How am I doing?"

I replied, "You're doing just fine. Let's take a picture and send it to Pamela."

*******

We had a great conversation, but when Taylor got up to get dessert, I texted Pamela and simply asked: "What gives with Taylor?"

Her reply was: "I told her all about you and she wants what you've been giving me. She's been staying with me since she left the station. Problems at home."

My response: "I thought she was married?"

Followed by, "Are you two an item?"

Pamela laughed and replied, "I'd bet you'd love to see us in action, wouldn't you! You're already hard just thinking about it! But no, I've gone straight and she was never into switch hitting."

Pamela then texted: "She wears that rock to keep from getting hit on. She's separated and been dying for me to introduce her to you. She needs a pounding and you're just the guy to deliver it."

"Is she into anal?"

"She wants what you've been giving me. All eleven inches. Just be gentle."

*******

Dodgers won.

We ended up at the bar at the Ritz Carleton. That is where the Pac12 network people were staying.

It ended up just the two of us at the bar; everyone else had left to go home or had gone to their room.

I sensed she was hanging around waiting for me to make a move.

I nudged her a bit by saying, "Let's play Truth or Dare. Okay?"

Taylor smiled and said, "Sure."

I took a sip; she took a sip, our eyes glued to each other.

"Anything goes, right?" Taylor asked me with a smile.

"Sure, anything goes," I responded.

Without hesitation she asked, "What's your favorite sexual position?"

I replied, "My head between your thighs, eating your pussy until you scream."

That was the end of our foreplay. And the beginning of a sexual weekend that goes down in my personal record books as being one of the best.

I didn't have long to wait before I was in my favorite sexual position to please her and she was reaping the benefits of having her pussy teased and licked, repeatedly, until she screamed.

I was surprised to find out that she had shaved her pussy that morning in the hopes that something would happen between us.

Given her eyebrows, I thought she would have a nice bush to play with.

*******

In our hotel room, Taylor was doing the naked dance, and with every lick I made, I was that much closer to my goal of turning her into a three-hole woman and entertaining me with a whole list of vices that she never thought she would... perform or enjoy.

I must confess I was very good with Taylor.

She had been neglected by her ex-whatever for so long and was overdue for a solid fucking.

I was fully engaged in taking care of her and she loved the attention, my focus and above all, my technique.

I kept Taylor on the edge, and I would have liked to keep her there... instead I sucked her clit in between my lips.

Taylor's ass lifted off the bed as my tongue went to town on her and she screamed, "OH GOD, OH GOD, I'm coming right this seconddddd."

Did she ever come!

Her hips humped my face, her body shook, she gushed, and she held my head down so I wouldn't stop my licking as she groaned in animalistic combination of a scream and a growl.

I thought for sure my head would burst like a squeezed grapefruit as her muscled thighs squeezed my head as she sought to extend her pleasure.

I wasn't planning eating Taylor to an orgasm, just yet, but I got carried away.

Truthfully, I just wanted her to get wet for me. Really wet. To fuck her.

But my track record of pussy eating with Taylor was a very good one; so good in fact that she'd let me do just about anything to her after I'd eaten her out.

My goal from that first question in the bar was to plant my very hard cock into her tight pussy and bring her to a screaming orgasm or three before I dumped a load of my swimmers into what I assumed was her fallow and neglected pussy.

But once we got her first orgasm out of the way, I teased Taylor mercilessly, bringing her almost to her pleasure peak again but then backing off while she cooled down after begging me to let her cum again.

"Rick, don't leave me like this! Let me cum, pleassseee! I need to cum..."

I knew she wanted it badly.

My tongue, my mouth; my fingers, she didn't care. What she really wanted was to cum.

Then I started in again, getting her close to the brink in no time but then she surprised me by saying, "I need you in me Rick. Inside. In my pussy. PLEASE!"

I teased her some more until she was almost crying for relief and then I pulled my head up out of her crotch and laid down next to her, my hard cock bobbing as I got situated on my back on the big hotel bed.

Taylor didn't bother to blow me. She didn't care if I was wet. Because her pussy was sopping. She was on a mission to cum and to cum quickly.

She asked about a condom and I replied, "No way."

With a smile, Taylor mounted me, sitting on me and groaning loudly in pleasure as I split apart her puffy wet pussy lips as she slipped oh so slowly onto my cock.

She was tight, hot and wet. She slid down my pole asking me, "Is it good for you Rick?"

I smiled back and replied "You feel so fucking good. Your pussy fits me just right."

Pausing her happy impalement she said, "I want to be the best fuck you've ever had."

With that she lifted her hips up a bit and then moved back down my pole, which felt great.

Taylor giggled at me, "I'll bet you like your big cock in my tight wet pussy, don't you Rick?"

She bent down, her breasts brushing my hairy chest and we kissed, she tasting herself for maybe the first time as she slowly started moving up and down on my cock, more for my pleasure than hers, but she didn't sink quite all the way down. Taylor focused on giving me pleasure to the top half of my erection.

After just a few seconds, getting nicely settled with my erection now fully implanted inside of her, she started to ride me, to hump me, to gyrate and move, slowly, but with determination, in search of an orgasm of her own creation.

She liked being on top, she liked kissing me and she liked me playing and suckling at her breasts.

She was gorgeous, fit and sexy as hell. Her clothing had hidden her figure quite well!

Taylor's large firm breasts were a full handful for me, and her nipples were sensitive, and responsive.

Her nipples were erect and I enjoyed teething on them, mixed with my suckling.

As she rode me, I was able to grab her ass, pull apart her cheeks and with my long fingers probing, found her tiny rosebud and I played all around it.

As she smiled, I penetrated her tiny hole with my index finger, and she cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure as I poked her.

For the first time I got my finger in all the way and she didn't complain.

Without lube.

This was getting interesting.

While she humped, she whispered, "That feels nice Rick."

Taylor let me know that she liked anal play, but I could tell already she was still somewhat reluctant for me to stick my big hard cock in her ass.

But each time we fucked, her reservations and fears about butt sex were reduced because I made a little game of it and didn't push too hard on my goal.

I knew she'd come around to it; I just needed to be patient, and Taylor would eventually become a three-hole sex partner with me. We had all weekend.

Just thinking about plundering her ass made me harder and Taylor felt it too.

As if she could read my mind, she said, "Maybe I'll let you fuck my ass."

"I'd like that," I responded and she laughed and kissed me saying, "I'll bet you would."

She didn't know that she was going to fucked in the ass whether she wanted it or not. There was no way I was going to be denied.

Taylor was highly orgasmic and in no time her humping ramped up in speed and movement; she loved rubbing her hard clit against my pelvic bone.

She came once, then again, shuddering and this time discharging a bit of female juice.

I felt the warm liquid on my cock and my sack as it cascaded to the bedding.

Taylor collapsed on my chest, her body shaking at the power of our lovemaking.

She'd never had multiple orgasms before.

I held her, rubbing her back, kissing her softly, assuring her everything was good.

Taylor told me she was embarrassed at what happened and I assured her it was a natural response when two people make love and are in sync with one another.

She kissed me; but by the look in her eyes I could see she was not totally buying into my sexual insight, but she had come twice for me and gushed, which means something worked for us, right?

Having creamed on my cock twice, I rolled her over and took her missionary, with her legs wrapped around my neck as I pounded her steamy tight female sleeve until I fully unloaded into her.

If she were fertile, I would have impregnated her with that single load; it was a big one, and I planted my swimmers deep. Really deep.

It occurred to me as I lay next to Taylor panting after my orgasm that she was a very beautiful woman. Her inner beauty had surfaced.

That happens after a severe tongue lashing, and a load of swimmers inside of you!

Taylor liked sex; she glowed and purred when I was naked with her. I made sure that she came often.

In our sexual adventures, I had made good use of the available terrain, moving her around the hotel suite, so she could feel my cock pumping into her from different angles and speeds, and I also varied the depth of my thrusting to tease and please her.

More than once she would reach down to play with her pussy while I was pounding away at her and I would always push or pull her hand away and she would groan that she wanted to cum.

I always told her that she needed to be patient and let me bring her to her orgasm.

She was a minx.

I fell asleep with her breasts crushed against my back as she spooned me.

I had no idea how long my eyes were closed, but when I woke up Taylor was slowly stroking me.

I was big and very hard.

She whispered into my ear, "I need you inside me Rick."

She ran her tongue around my right ear and that caused me to become harder.

A few more strokes, slowly, teasingly, base to tip, very purposefully done.

She was a woman on a mission.

I was wide awake.

Taylor had my attention.

Her tiny hand felt great.

"Please," she whispered to me.

She kissed my ear. The nerves ran straight from there to my cock.

With that I rolled over and while Taylor got up on the bed on all fours, then backed up so I could take her from behind while I was standing on the carpet.

She was sopping wet from having been playing with herself lying next to me and her pussy was still dripping my baby batter.

Taking my cock into my right hand, I pointed it at her shaved peach cut and ran it up and down her lips a few times to let her know I was ready.

Grabbing her by the hips, I pulled myself into her all the way with a single thrust, balls deep and she came.

Taylor shook at the unexpected fullness of my entrance, and she gasped out in pleasure.

"Oh! Fuck Rick!"

Then she shook again, coming again.

I held on to her waist as she cried out in surprise at the second wave of pleasure cursing through her body.

Taylor fell into the bed, her ass still up and my cock still fully embedded in her tight warm wet pussy.

I thought she was going to start crying but she didn't.

Instead, she responded by grinding on my cock, in search of another orgasm.

"What a horny girl you are," I laughed, as I slapped her on the ass.

She replied, "Only because you turned me into one. I'm your slut, Rick."

I started pumping, matching each of her grinds with a strong and determined push of my own.

Each time I went balls deep, doing my best to fit every millimeter of my cock into her.

I loved being able to take her deep and I was looking forward to doing the same thing in her ass.

Lazily she pushed her hair back off her face and smiled up at me.

"I could get used to coming like that Rick. You're quite the cocksman, aren't you?"

I responded by smiling at her and then I started pounding her mercilessly for about ten minutes, reaching under to play with her clit, bringing her to a two more orgasms of the session before I coated her insides with another blast of my white salty man juice.

She fell onto the bed, and I climbed up beside her.

We laid there for a minute and I was thinking that since it was already almost dawn, I might as well get dressed and go to the gym.

Taylor had other plans for me.

Smiling, she pushed me onto my back and climbed between my legs.

"I've never really tasted a woman before," as she reached for my still stiff dick and she lowered her head and started licking the tip.

I groaned at this delightful surprise; this was something I didn't expect from Taylor.

Was I turning her into a slut? On the path to lesbianism? Or just a girl who wanted to expand her sexual boundaries?

Or did she just want to take care of me?

Taylor had all the potential for giving me great head, wide mouth, full, soft lips and a tongue that she liked to flick at me.

She licked me clean and got me hard again.

She had a very talented tongue.

"I don't taste so bad! I want you to fuck me again Rick. I love your cock."

With that we laid side by side, kissing and caressing each other.

Taylor's tiny hand continued to stroke me.

With all this loving, I was getting the urge to make a deposit and Taylor looked down and giggled at me and observed, "You look like you're ready to pop."

I kissed her and replied, "I'm getting close."

"Get on top of me and fuck me, Rick."

I did just that, slipping into her female oven and she wrapped herself around me.

I was like a blanket on top of her and she smiled at me.

"I like it when you're on top Rick, it makes me feel wanted."

I smiled at her and she whispered, "Kiss me" and we had a very hot exchange of tongues.

Taylor wanted me to last longer, but she was so tight and those long lower lips were so tantalizing, and she was so loving in her embrace I shot a load in just a few minutes.

I wanted to pull out but she held me tight, telling me, "Let it soak Rick, and give me every drop you have."

We kissed again, and it was good, very good.

Finally, I rolled off her, and she snuggled right up to me.

Like Spandex, she was all over me and in that goofy "I love you" state of mind.

Post orgasmic bliss.

Hers.

I was in the "that was a great fuck" mindset of "how soon can I do it again?"

She turned over so we were face to face, smiled at me, and kissed me.

I kissed her back.

We kissed well together. Very well.

My hard on was poking her in the belly.

Taylor whispered to me, "See what I do for you?"

*******

I rolled her over on her tummy.

Taylor groaned as I teased and explored her exit hole.

My tongue did some cave diving, my fingers spread her sphincter and then I gently probed her asshole, first with one finger and soon after, with two, earning a big groan of approval as Taylor responded by pushing back on her ass driving my digits deeper into her.

I pulled out my finger and returned my tongue to the place she really wanted it.

While I was eating her asshole, my right hand sought out her pussy to play with.

It was shaved bare and her clit rose to the occasion as I teased and rubbed and soon penetrated her lower lips in search of her g spot.

But I was all in on taking care of this hot reporter so she could take care of my throbbing member.

Her now bare pussy was delicious to taste, and she loved the attention I paid to her every crack and crevice with my tongue, lips, mouth, and fingers.

She particularly enjoyed my tongue on her hard clit and a long finger pumping deep and out of her tight asshole.

I still needed a release, and I wondered if Taylor was going to do something about my male condition.

I licked her rosebud again as she giggled and moved her ass around a bit, teasing me.

Taylor whispered to me "Rick?"

I replied "Yes?" and Taylor said, "It's time honey."

"Time for what?"

"For my special gift to you."

"And what would that be?"

"For you to fuck me."

"Now?"

"Yes, Rick, now."

"Okay..." I muttered, not sure what to do next.

"Rick, I need you to put it in."

Again, I muttered "Okay..."

She stopped stroking me and quickly squeezed my cock until it was hurting.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Trying to get your attention!"

"You have it, now what?" I was getting pissed.

"I want you to fuck me, Rick. Right now, right here. In my ass. Just like you do it with Pamela."

*******

I didn't have any lube, so I got behind her, to take her from behind.

She was going to feel every millimeter.

I was going to stretch that exit hole something fierce.

Taylor reached behind and pulled her cheeks apart.

I smelled her excrement.

I sniffed it, knowing that there was no stopping now.

I had high expectations. I knew it would be tight.

But no man lasts long his first time in a new hole.

Particularly the very tight asshole of a female that wants your hard cock in her backside.

Taylor loved it despite her groans and whimpers as I pushed into her tight hole and slowly thrust in until I was balls deep.

She never asked me to pull out or to stop.

It came for the first time very quickly, so fast that I was embarrassed.

You know, burning red cheeks and I couldn't look at her face kind of embarrassment.

But Taylor was patient and understanding and in just a few minutes I was able to mount her a second time and this time I last much longer, coming deep inside of her after bringing her to a nice orgasm as I thrust in and out, fully enjoying the new magnificent sensations on my hard, throbbing cock.

*******

By the time, the weekend was over I had eaten her pussy so often and so well she was craving my mouth on it; I had cum in her mouth, in her throat, in her pussy (God it was tight); on her face, back, between her tits and in her hair.

I also enjoyed fucking her ass. I did it three times between Friday night and Sunday afternoon before I got on a plane to Sacramento.

I really liked fucking her ass.

Taylor hated the first time, and she didn't particularly like it until the second time and then she said that she enjoyed it so much we did it a third time.

Her asshole was stretched out nicely; I am sure she walked funny for a few days.

I was able to do all these things, and more, because Taylor loved to have her pussy eaten.

When we left the hotel and went our separate ways, Pamela had me over for dinner a few weeks later and we enjoyed a nice threesome.

*******

Rick Valencia will return soon.