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PART 1 - THE ARRIVAL

It's not often that I get to travel with work, but this one trip I’m excited for. I’ve never been to Madrid but I’ve heard great things. Beautiful architecture, rich history, friendly people, not to mention the party life. It’s unfortunate that I’ll be working the duration of these next few days, but I’m sure I’ll be able to squeeze some me time in. 

I would never have guessed that I’d be working for a tech company. Did I enjoy tech? Of course I did, nothing like a good selfie to lure the men in. Or a digital library full of music that can send any one of your emotions flying through the roof. The sad ones just as pleasurable as the happy ones. Fuck I love music. But did I care about how it worked or just the fact that it worked? I enjoyed the tech that made my day to day life less mundane, but the tech company I’m working for is on a way wider scale. Security, Data Centres, Cloud, any kind of infrastructure for any kind of business. Automotive, Public sector, Private Sector, Building Societies, you name it, we’ve done it. I’m working with some pretty impressive names but I won’t indulge you in that. Tech is not my passion, but the money is muy bien so it will do for now. 

INFOTEK is a globally recognised tech event, all the big players are there and luckily for me, I will be on the stand representing my company for the event this year. In Madrid, all expenses paid for. Naughty. Swaying people into our stand with my wide smile and charismatic energy; I’m buzzing to get started. The flight from London is short, the transfer feels a little longer than expected, there’s a fucking taxi strike going on, great. A protest of new businesses such as Uber and Bolt, apparently. Of course any means of transport can’t be straight forward when we’re in a different country and on a tight time-scale. The team and I eventually make it to our hotel, situated not too far from the Convention Centre. The hotel is modern and sleek, vibrant colours are splashed everywhere along with modern art and intricate light features. Each floor boasting a different theme, not too shabby.

The bar is low lit even thought its day time, giving a sensual and sophisticated feel. I peer over as I recognise some of my colleagues having a drink and just as I do, I notice the most handsome bartender. Tanned skin, dark haired, a tiny bit on the slim side for me but those green eyes would drop my panties any day, they fucking sparkled under the low light. I pull myself out of my haze, at the same time we locked eyes. I tilt my chin as a gentle smile tugs at the sides of my mouth, holding eye contact for a moment longer. He continues to dry a glass as he gives me a side smirk, eyes telling me he's up for some trouble. I turn and gracefully stroll to the lift. Fuck I love this game. I settle myself in to my generous sized room. The layout is funky as fuck, no real bathroom just a frosted window partition but it was sexy. I unpack my small suitcase and get ready for an afternoon of stand prep. 

The venue is huge, bigger than any I’ve worked before. Scurried huddles of humans are working closely together to get everything prepped for the heard of nerds that are joining us tomorrow. I wonder if any will be tasty? I wouldn’t mind a rich, handsome, geek. My ideal husband to be honest. Why can I never just focus on the job at hand? Dick is always somewhere at the forefront of my mind, even when I don’t want it to be. In close encounters with the less than desirable colleagues in the office, it’s like I feel this wave of energy when they’re near, enticing me to taste their lips. Their old, dry, lips. Am I a weirdo or am I a fucking weirdo? Am I the one putting out that energy? Or am I simply picking up the old fogey’s, filthy thoughts? I’m going to go with the latter. In meetings when we’re discussing crucial topics, suddenly my nipples are hard. The slope of my neck tingling under the whip of air as my colleague swings in her chair. Fuck, life is so seductive. Or am I just unnaturally horny? Probably the latter. 

Mature men can be enticing I suppose, I don’t discriminate. A younger man with lots of stamina would be ideal though. I scan the room of our competitors, scoping out the potential. Seeing what cool creative, cocks. Ooops I mean ideas, they’ve come up with. Interactive boards, iPads as giveaways, full blown barista stations are being built. Tomorrow is going to be a good day. A few field members of our business find us and help set-up. Some I have never seen before. Still hope is lacking now, I know all geeks aren’t ugly but fuck me Goddess, swing me a rose upon the thorns please?

I finish off setting up our signage for the screens on our stand, the giveaways are locked up safe, the stand now nearing completion. We’re looking good. Just as I begin to pack my things away and make a mental note of tasks to complete for the morning, a broad mixed race man strolls towards us. I know every chocolate delight that works for us, he must be from another company. He greets my colleague with a handshake and proceeds to indulge in a very work related, very boring conversation. I try my best not to be obvious, to try and get a glimpse of his name tag. Who the fuck are you? I pretend I need to put something in the cabinet nearby, and just as I begin to make my way around a small podium in the centre of our stand, I clock it. The logo on his name tag. This mother fucker, well ‘Shane’, works for us. The right side of my mouth rises, a devious tell of the mischief the next few days will entail. Let the games begin. 

PART 2 - THE BUILD UP

The first day of the event is long, and busy. Our signage was temperamental, so I was very focused on correcting that. I did so in short spurts throughout the day. One crisis averted, kinda. The coffee machine we hired was attracting a lot of attention. Tech nerds needing their morning caffeine fix was the perfect way to seduce them to our stand, the coffee being free of charge, of course. I smiled, I catered, I entertained. Always keeping one eye on the crowd to see if and when Shane would emerge. I briefly introduced myself yesterday. I could immediately tell he found me… interesting. I’ve been told I have this allure, this unmistakable aura that tends to intrigue others, male and female. And if I feel even slightly attracted to someone, that energy intensifies. He felt me and I could definitely feel him. We bantered a little, the words emanating from our mouths relating to work, the underlying message delivering an invitation. An invitation to play. 

A dinner was agreed. After a long day in the Convention Centre, faking smiles and informing people of the tech I really did not give a fuck for, I took myself to my room to get ready. Shame I’ve been stuck inside a space with no windows all day, the sun in shining even in the winter time here. The evenings are still a little nippy, a jacket is definitely needed tonight. I opted for my black, lace sleeveless jumpsuit. The lace gently caressing the base of my neck, my breasts. I wore a lace bra underneath to save some dignity. The lace was partitioned by a thick strip of leather, cinching me in at the waist. The trouser section tight around my perky ass, gathering at my ankles. I wore my black platform ankle boots, they were a trusted pair. Thick heel providing stability after a few too many. Soles were rubber for good grip, too. I paired it all with a traditional black trench coat, buttons opened but tied at the waist. 

Dinner wasn’t a one on one event, unfortunately. My colleague was there too. A few years older than me, settled with a nice man. She was unsure of Shane, I could see it in her eyes and hear it in her tone when they exchanged conversation. I must admit, Shane was a fucking know it all. Not my favourite type of person. The arrogant flare was cute but sometimes just shut the fuck up. My girl mentioned he was showing off in front of me, she clearly picked up a vibe. I can be very cold in my approach so it was easy to not look interested. To challenge him in a more masculine manner, whilst keeping the dominant feminine undertones there, barely noticeable if you didn’t already know there was a vibe there. He knew it, he could feel it, he wanted it. She was none the wiser, at least I think she wasn’t. We finished off our pasta and wine, and made our way to the venue. Our company was hosting an after party at one of Madrids renowned night clubs. It had won awards, hosted the worlds most adorned celebrities and now it was hosting me and my band of tech nerds. Let's get it. 

I was helping to organise this evening too, making sure conversations are being had and drinks are being pored. It was glitz, it was glam, and some of these workers are a fucking sham. Open bars are always risky business. Our sales team were having a little too much fun it seemed. I strolled upstairs into an ‘Employee Only’ area for the night, a place of coats and jackets, but a contemporary room that could also be hired. To my surprise, one of my Client Directors is completely passed out amongst the pile of coats. Another job on my list of things to do tonight, was ensuring people were getting home in the arranged car hire due to the strikes. I gently shook him awake and helped him down the spiral stairs, into a cab and back to the hotel. I was pretty tipsy myself at this point. 

I spend the next few hours working the room, keeping everyone sweet and then I notice Shane clock me. I don’t stop my conversation or waltz towards him as I know he desires me too. Instead he begins a conversation with a man close by. I try to focus on my chat but in the corner of my eye, I can see him. Slowly countering closer to me, calculated and controlled. I feel like prey and I enjoy every moment of it. Before I have a chance to end my conversation, Shane is on me. Eyes penetrating me with want, with longing, with lustful desire. I return the glance back. We smirk, slowly leaving our interlocutors. The hairs on my arms stand up, my nipples begin to ache behind my bra, my pussy cradling warmth and wet. A lot of people have gone home by now, its not even that late but they got a little too excited, too quickly. Lightweights. Before any words can leave my mouth, he whips me behind a small wall, out of sight of those looking for the after-after party. My back meets the wall, harshly. I like it. His hands grab my head and he kisses me with primal passion. I suck on his bottom lip and moan in his mouth, his breath getting heavy in the excitement. He pulls my head back, he looks angry, frustrated. Then steals another kiss. He demands me to meet him outside in ten minutes. 

PART 3 - THE RELEASE

Ain’t gotta tell me twice. I search for my bag and jacket then say my goodbyes to a few people, I pretend I’m jumping in a car that I’ve organised and walk around to the main road. Shane isn’t there, I wait a few moments, it's pretty fucking cold now. The streets are empty and I have no fucking idea what direction my hotels in. What I do know, is that I’m hungry for some more drink and some dick. As I loose myself in my perverted thoughts, he appears, flinging one arm over my shoulder and leading me down the road. His warm lips caressing my ear lobes whispering sweet nothings. "I've been thinking about how good you're going to taste all day". Making his way down, wetting my neck, the feeling even more erotic once the chilled night breeze whimpers around me. I inhale deeply as I tilt my head back, biting my lip, taking in the pleasure of his touch and the beauty of the city. The anticipation of the last few hours, mixed in with the reality of now, has my panties feeling like I've pissed myself. Fuck I'm so wet. We come across a shop that still appears to be open, we wobble along and grab a bottle of gin. I enjoy drinking that shit straight. We rehydrate then head onto the next part of our adventure, my feet are throbbing along with my pussy. I didn't realise how far we were.

Finally, we get back to the hotel after a long walk of giggles and pauses. Pauses of undeniable lust and raw sexual energy shown by deep sensual kisses and aggressive grabs of my breasts. Shane's had a quick feel of my pool, the warmth charging him up he was practically dragging me through the lobby. I bring him back to my room as it's easier for me to get myself sorted, I am the lady after all. I push him to the bed as I remove my trench. Straddling over his length as I grind, still fully clothed. Feeling him getting harder with every motion of my hips. From what I can feel, his size will not disappoint. The kisses are sensual and intentional, revealing his willingness to let me lead. I like the desperation in the heat of the moment but a too fast pace does nothing for me. I gently slow him down and turn around, he unzips my jump-suit and bra as I stand to face him, letting them drop to the floor. My breasts are perked, firm and round, excited to feel his lips. I bend down and remove the remains of my clothes and my chunky ass boots. I do it with ease as he watches me, my eyes never faltering, locked onto him locked onto me. 

My pussy is throbbing, yearning for his touch. He is still in his shirt and trousers as I gracefully flow to him, taking my time as I lift one knee onto the bed at his left side, then another to his right. I watch him as he takes in the sight of my pussy, I can see him examining the reflection of my wetness in the low light, he lets out a low groan. I tame him with a playful giggle, slowly massaging his shoulders as my breasts push into his face. He takes out his tongue and licks the crevice. I let out a low, soulful moan then pull back. As I’m unbuttoning his shirt, he spits on my right breast, the pierced one, and begins to rub my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I know my pussy juice is on his trousers by now. Gripping the back of his head, I pull him closer as I grind my hips down harder, letting his strength bulge through his trousers and rub my clit. I moan a little louder and we both pull away.

His shirt is open revealing a stocky and fairly toned body, he feels like a man, sturdy. I push on his chest and his back meets the mattress abruptly, I giggle. Slowly, I lower myself, his eyes scanning every inch of my body, taking in all this juicy goodness. Fuck, I love to fuck. I work my tongue from his mouth, up to his ear as I whisper "I can't wait to feel that big black dick inside of me". Shane almost looses it and tries to take over but I anticipate this, pin him and tell him, "Not yet, Papi". I continue down his neck, across the few hairs on his chest. Not neglecting a nibble of the nipples as I go. I peer up and watch him watch me, his face pulled in pure pleasurable agony. I continue to his length, making him lift his ass up as I whip his trousers and boxers down. Yes I’m a lady, but watch me make this man my bitch.

He is impressive. Thick and luscious, I salivate before he’s even touched my mouth. He notices the delight in my eyes, scoffs as he smiles and watches me go to town. He tastes so good, his pulsating cock in my hands as I spit and work his circumference and length, admiring his every pulsating vein. He puts his fingers through my hair and grips tight, slowly beginning to thrust as I inhale him. Shane's moaning growing deeper, telling me "Such a good little slut for papi aren't you? ". He's talking my language, the words send electrified pulses through my whole being, then I guide him to the back of my mouth but to the right. Down, down, down, he goes. This is not like the moans I’ve heard before, this one was as if satan whispered into my ear himself. I grow feral. Lifting his legs onto my shoulders as I gather a pool of spit on my tongue and then run it firm along his gooch and asshole. He lifts and spreads for me like a good boy. 

He curses at me, I smile in sheer satisfaction. I love making men weak, its by far my favourite pass time. He can't get enough and thats just how I like it. I watch as he's about to release, I leave his saliva stricken asshole and clasp my mouth over his bulging head. He explodes, filling me up so much I choke on it slightly but I get it all down, nonetheless. Shane pulls my pussy up to his face and lets me ride. I pull on his afro hair and watch him suffocate under my essence, this sense of power always thrills me. I grind a little harder, watching him struggle. He notices the power play and pushes me down with a little look of spite in his eyes, pussy juice all around his face, so sexy. He re-asserts his power by picking me up like I'm a rag doll and placing me on top of him. His touch becoming more gentle to ease his large self inside of me. ‘FINALLY’, my pussy purrs. My moans transforming into whimpers as I feel his thickness stretch and stroke every part of me. The sounds from me becoming more free and feral the deeper he reaches.

He places his hands on my hips, edging himself further and further inside of me. He leans forward placing my left breast in his mouth, spreading my ass cheeks apart as he firmly and rhythmically thrusts harder. I'm lost in euphoria and every time I open my eyes and meet his, I venture further into the bliss. The energy consuming all of me, he sucks his thumb then begins to ever-so-softly rub my clit. I become undone. He watches me gleam with pleasure, begging for more whilst simultaneously trying to escape him. My reaction toying with him, exciting him. Shane is devoted to me and my pleasure right now, he is so locked in, not letting even the smallest of reactions go unnoticed. He's learning me, intently, interwinding with me, his sweat becoming mine as I ride against his thrusts. The motions carrying wave after wave of earth-shattering ecstasy. My ass cheeks rippling with the motion whilst his hands gripping on tight, guide me deeper. Shane's grunts and groans adding further sparks any time the vibration leaves his lips. I pull myself away to get a glimpse of the satisfaction in his eyes, the eye contact sends us climaxing at the same time. I drop to his chest and then slide to the side, we both take a moment to appreciate how fucking sexy we are. Heartbeats steadying, we peer into space, exhausted and full of euphoria.

I relish in the bliss, rolling over to check my phone... I need to be back on that stand in two hours. 

Fuck.