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One of my most memorable moments occurred during the time I was employed with a catering company. I managed to secure an account from a local gallery owner and as a result was allowed to oversee it personally without too much interference from my then boss.
Now while the commission for procuring a new client was welcome, even more so was the delicious fact I would be working closely with the gallery owner I had lusted after for weeks. Just hearing his deep, masculine voice over the telephone was enough to make me cream my panties every single time. While he would innocently be discussing menu options my mind would be running riot imagining that sexy voice whispering all kinds of smut into my ear. Oh the dirty little fantasies I weaved around that alone!
Many phone conversations and a few weeks later the evening of the artists' showcase finally arrived, and so did I at the venue. I had pulled out ALL the stops, making sure my make-up and hair were perfect, wearing a figure hugging, low-cut, scarlet wrap-over dress that clung to my curves in all the right places, beneath which I wore the sexiest lingerie and thigh highs I possesed, my highest cum-fuck-me-now black high heels completed my rather slutty ensemble.
On entering the gallery I gratefully accepted the glass of champagne offered to me by one of the waiters while pretending not to notice his gaze appreciatively skim over my body and linger just a little too long at my generously displayed cleavage. It did indeed appear I had picked the perfect outfit for my intended seduction.
For a short time I wandered around the gallery, chatting here and there, feigning an interest in some of the exhibits while all the time in reality I was looking for a man I had never laid eyes on before. As I stared unseeingly at one of the paintings, I, or should I say, my body became suddenly aware of a presence standing behind me. Instinctively I knew it was him. As I caught the intoxicating aroma of his great-smelling cologne, the butterflies in my stomach kicked in, my nipples hardened and rubbed against the slightly rough lace of my bra stimulating them further and the tiny scrap of fabric that passed for my thong was instantly drenched!
I played for time, trying to control the tell-tale flush of desire that began at my chest and had risen to my face before turning around although I'm sure he could already feel the heat radiating from my body. Attempting to control my erratic breathing I turned around just as he asked if I would like a refill in that sexy European voice I had fantasied and masturbated to so many times. I could only answer 'yes, thank you.' as all the clever opening gambits I had practiced flew from my mind as I helplessly stared at this incredibly sexy man in front of me. He was in his early 30s, stood 6 ' 4" in his designer suit and slightly muscular with a light summer tan. Also he had the most gorgeous dark blue eyes I've ever seen on a man and thick dark wavy hair I just wanted to run my fingers through. At that point all I could think of doing was pushing him to the floor, fucking his brains out there and then and to hell with the other 100+ people or so attending the function. Let them look!
If he noticed my reaction, he was too gentlemanly to mention it and continued to make small talk. As the conversation wound down I couldn't believe my luck when he asked if I would stay behind so he could thank me properly for all my hard work. I didn't need asked twice and happily agreed, hoping like hell he meant what I thought he did!
The next few hours felt like a lifetime but eventually the gallery was cleared and we were alone. After locking the doors he slipped off his jacket and strode purposefully towards me without saying a word, pulled me towards him and began kissing me hard on the mouth. My head was spinning and not just with the amount of champagne I had consumed either! I returned his kiss with equal vigor my body shuddering with delight as his tongue forced his way into my mouth, exploring its depths as his hands roamed over my body. His mouth moved from my lips to the sensitive spot in my neck as he murmured against my skin 'I've been wanting to do this for a long time'.
He gently pushed me back onto the broad faux-marble bench, one hand tangled in my long hair as the other cupped a breast, his thumb teasing my already ripe nipple through the sheer fabric of my dress. "Lie back," he whispered. I did so, moaning softly as he relieved me of my soaked thong and pushed my legs apart displaying every inch of my shaved pussy for his viewing pleasure. He took ages kissing his way up the exposed flesh of my inner thighs before gently blowing against my swollen sex. Suddenly his experienced tongue flicked against my throbbing clit over and over sending my senses reeling. I reached down a hand and grabbed his hair as I began to grind my pussy in earnest against his face, desperately needing the friction it offered.
It wasn't all I needed. "Please - please fuck me," I pleaded with him. By then all I could think about was having his cock wherever he wanted to put it! He paid no attention and continued tracing a path from my clit to ass crack and back again with his tongue as his hands tormented my tits, kneading and squeezing, his fingers toying with my achingly hard nipples. The man was deliberately driving me insane with pleasure!
I slowly slid my hand down past my stomach and began to rub my clit as he licked it only to have him remove my hand and place it back at my side. I tried again, same thing. He stopped eating me out long enough to growl 'Do you want to go for three?' before resuming where he left off. By now I was teetering on the brink of cumming but no matter how I writhed beneath him he refused to allow me the release I craved so badly. It got the better of me and I moved my hand back down towards my pussy only to have him grab me by the wrist and snarl 'YOU WERE WARNED!' as he unceremoniously yanked me to my feet.
Next thing I know he's the one sitting on the bench with me over his knee, my dress bunched up to my waist and my bare ass up in the air in a VERY vulnerable position!
The first smack which landed on one ass cheek took my surprise as I yelled at him, 'you can't be serious!'
"Oh but I am, when I tell you to do or not to do something I expect to only have to do it once!"
Another SMACK!
"And you chose to ignore that!"
SMACK!
"Please, please - stop!"
SMACK!
"You had better be quiet and stay still or I'll add another ten," he threatened in such a tone I knew he wasn't joking.
The remaining six slaps rained down on my tender ass, three in quick succession on each glowing cheek, each harder than the last. My face was burning as much as my punished butt as I realized I had just been subjected to my first 'proper' adult spanking and although i had protested, I wasn't as adverse to it as I had tried to make out.
Afterwards he pushed me off his knee. "Take off your dress but leave everything else on and get on all fours."
I did and quickly too, the painful stinging of my ass cheeks reminding me just what would happen if I didn't.
I shivered with anticipation as I crawled on to the top of the bench, my stockinged legs widespread exposing my cunt to him, my reddened ass high in the air and my head down low. My breasts spilled over the top of my low cut bra as my nipples brushed against the cold stone of the bench making me catch my breath.
My whole body jumped as he ran his hands over my arched back, down over my ass, gently cupping and massaging each abused cheek as I murmured with pleasure. Hot pussy juices trickled down my inside thigh as he positioned himself behind me and I heard the welcome hum of his zipper unzipping . . . .
There's MUCH more to cum later . . .