After I get my husband off the phone, I get up from the hotel bed and walk into the bathroom. I sit on the toilet and spread my legs, letting the company presidents cum drain out of my warmth. Poor bastard must have been horny because it keeps flowing out. I stick my finger up my warmth and help the last of the white sludge discharge, then I taste my finger. Mmmmm, I say. I brush my teeth, jump into bed and turn off the light. I sleep well. The next day, the second of a two-day meeting, was all business. The training went well. I ask questions. Give the appropriate looks to the appropriate people.

I learn everything.

Compliment everyone.

I wonder if the company president will stop by to see how the training is going and me. Lunch passes, then the afternoon session starts. During the session, one of the support staff comes into the room and hands me a note. The note is from the president.

He wants me to come up to his office after 5. His secretary will be gone. The afternoon session ends, then I step into a ladies room, slip off my panties, add lipstick, and take the elevator to the top floor. I walk into his huge office. The windows give a panorama of Chicago.

His desk is huge. I wonder if he wants to play me there. Off to the left is a kitchen and beyond that a bedroom. A man this important cant always get home when theres important decisions to make.

Hes behind his desk, sitting in a large highback black leather chair. Hes tall, graying, very well dressed. What woman could resist? I have a feeling Im not the first. I dont care. I didnt know if youd want to see me, I say. I do, more than you know, he says. I laugh.

Its funny. Yes, I do know. I know how to play and suck.

Since I first committed adultery last night with the president, I have a feeling its not going to stop there. As I walk over to the presidents desk I realize I am in love with strange flesh, with scandalous, depraved sex and the lure of its power. I love the act itself for what it means.

As I get to the desk, I drop to my knees. Is this what you want? I ask. He nods, knowing he can have it.

For free. He slowly unzips his pants and pulls out his length.

It is already leaking pre-cum juice. He must have been thinking about me all day. I smile as I bend forward and take the flesh into my mouth.

I suck, suck and suck. I suck and pump the shaft at the same time.

The move is sure to get me a load. But thats not what I want. I climb onto the chair, and hike up my dress.

He gets a look at my private part and gasps. I took them off after training, I say. In one motion I mount his hard-on. The shaft slides deep into me, hitting bottom. He throws his head back against the chair.

I put my hands on the top of the chair and start the ride.

I bounce and buck, stopping to grind sometimes. I glance behind me and see the picture of his wife on the desk.

Sorry, baby, I whisper insincerely and laugh. I kiss her husband on the lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth, sucking in as much of his saliva as possible.

I feel his big length pulse and throb, then start to fire. I reach behind me and grasp his balls, feeling them unload their treasure. I sit down completely on the meat as he unloads.

I feel some of the sauce drain out, teasing onto his suit. He doesnt care. Hell get it drycleaned or throw it away. So what? Its a small price to pay for playing me. I suck his tongue as he comes.

I let him hold me for a minute before I dismount.

See you at dinner? he says as I head for the door. After dinner, I pack an overnight bag and go back to his office suite.

No hotel room for me tonight. As we undress in the bedroom, I suck his length again. His phone rings.

Its his wife. He tries to talk to her and walks away from me into the kitchen area.

I follow and get on my knees in front of him. I suck his length while he explains to his wife that the training, meetings and dinner ran late and he might as well stay here.

Well, its 10 and Id have an hour drive just to come back at 7, he explains. I look up at him with a mouthful of his length. I knew youd understand, he says to his wife as he looks down at me.

He hangs up and I laugh. Its hilarious. I laugh and laugh. A few minutes later I hear my cell phone ring. I fish the phone out of my purse and look at the caller ID. Its my husband.

I dont answer it. I dont call back until I leave the suite the next morning and take the presidents limo to the airport.