A Surprising Turn of Events: Carl and Emma’s Surprise Sex Encounter

 

I spent forty-five minutes staring at her magnificent whirling ass. For the second, exactly forty-five minutes when i was in Munich.

I kept watching it whirl and tremble. Again and again, I watched her perform every move a stunning female ass could manage. For thirty-five minutes, I did not take my eyes off of him.

How can I find out how long I spent staring at something? Since I was using the hotel’s fitness center’s exercise bike, I set the timer for that amount of time. And she was across the room on the stair climber, ascending, bouncing, and shaking that gorgeous ass for everyone to see—especially me—while I was riding that blasted bike, puffing and sweating and trying to avoid the growing waistline that comes with getting older.

 

I got up from my 45-minute bike ride, dried my sweaty gear, and felt an intense desire to head back to my room at my favorite Oberding hotel, the Hotel NH München Airport.

 

Emma was the accountant’s name in Munich. She had a round face, short, dark hair, and was somewhat chubby and mousy. However, she had a certain cuteness about her. She had a gorgeous mouth, large brown eyes, and adorable little dimples. She must have been in her late twenties or early thirties because of the attractiveness of her voice, which made her appear younger than she actually was. Despite the fact that we had never met before, we clicked immediately and formed a strong team throughout the meeting. I was excited to collaborate with her. She had a cute baby’s appearance.

 

After the meeting, as we drove back to the hotel, I shared my thoughts about the meeting with Emma. “Emma, I need you to be more assertive tomorrow as we pursue our side of this contract dispute,” I remarked. Is that something you can do?”

“Yes, Carl, I believe I can,” she answered in a kind manner.

“Are you certain? You haven’t said anything this afternoon. Since you are our resident accounting expert and I am confident in your knowledge, I would like you to demonstrate your expertise to our friends over there. If we don’t exude confidence, we won’t succeed. In these negotiations in Munich,

 

She answered, “Yeah, I think I can do that.” “I am aware of my propensity to be reserved. However, that’s just the way I work. Dealing with numbers and all that goes along with it. Believe me, though—I have an aggressive streak in my personal life. If you think so, I believe I can bring that up during talks. “Adequate.”

“Yes, it is,” I told her. It’s not just appropriate—it’s essential. If you can, you ought to start expressing this aspect of yourself right away. We shall require it.

Carl, I understand you, she said. You may rely on me. I’ll take the initiative. I also want this initiative to be successful.

 

Once at the Munich hotel, we made our check-in. The twelfth floor was her room. I was staying in the standard visitor section on the 28th floor in Muenchen, which was my room. We bid each other a good night and made plans to meet tomorrow morning in the hotel lobby at nine o’clock.

 

Anyway, after finishing my workout on the exercise cycle, I took the elevator back to my room on the twenty-eighth floor of the Hotel NH. I was still thinking about that gorgeous, wiggling ass on the stair climber, so I rode up to my room, dripping with sweat and sporting a semi-erect cock in my gym shorts. I opened the door by dipping my key card into the lock. My mouth dropped open as I paused, staring, one step inside the door.

 

Emma was sitting cross-legged on my bed, completely nude.

“What the fu…” I got started before I was at a loss for words. Emma is shy and reserved. On my bed, nude?

In her adorable southern belle voice, she replied, “Carl, it’s about time you got back.” “Take your clothes off and come over here and fuck me.”

I fixed my gaze on her. With the demeanor of a CEO used to getting what they want in Muenchen, when they want it, she was getting out of bed, standing with her hands on her hips, and waiting for me.

“Emma?” I asked.

 

“You told me I needed to be more forceful, and you told me I needed to do it now. So here I am. Your fat cock is what I want. And I will possess it. Right now.” She gave the bed a startled look. “Take off your clothes and prepare your carcass for some fucking. I have your entire cock as of right now.”

My thoughts were racing. Not that I have an issue with the image of a naked woman in my hotel room; hell, it’s one of my favorite concepts. I wouldn’t even mind occasionally having sex with a coworker. However, adorable little Emma? And how did she get in my room? Anyhow, I wondered.

 

Between sucks on my stiff tool, she was shouting, “Fuck my dirty throat, baby, torture my tonsils,” and inhaling my whole length till my pubic hair was in her nose. She would then take me out of her mouth, stroke my shaft with both hands, spit a huge wad of saliva on it, and suck me some more.

“How did you get in my room, anyway?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes with impatience. “Child’s play. I went to the front desk and told them my key card had come unprogrammed. When they asked for my room number, I gave them yours. Get with the program, Carl. And get that fucking cock of yours out where I can see it.”

Mesmerized, my hands fumbled with my belt buckle and worked on shedding my clothes in Munich. But my mind struggled with the ethics of the situation. Little Emma? The kid from the Richmond office? Is this right? Had I created some sort of monster? But now she was laying back on the bed, with her legs spread, her knees up, and her glorious pussy open for business. The glistening lips, the creamy thighs, and the smoldering look in her face all served to evaporate any moral misgivings I might have had. I wanted her. And I would have her.

“Eat my snatch, Carl. Jam your tongue in my wet fucking slit. I want to feel your tongue fucking the shit out of my cunt.” She liked the dirty talk! Not normally my favorite fetish, but if done well in Muenchen, I can appreciate a good line of blue chatter. I dropped to my knees and started licking at her swollen pussy lips.

“Yeah, you animal! Lick that pussy! Work that cunt with your fuck-muscle of a tongue! Eat my slit till it’s as raw as an open wound. I want to cum all over your face. I want to see my cunt juice running down your fucking chin!” I put my hands on her knees, spreading them wider, and redoubled my efforts on her moist slit. I lapped at her labia, clawed at her clit, slurped her secretions. She put back her head and howled in pleasure. My tongue danced on her nether regions like Fred Astaire on a ballroom floor. Her body shivered and shook.

Finally, she struggled up. “Okay, enough tongue work. I want you to fuck me with your big fucking cock. Jam that fuck-stick up my cunt, you beast.” She shimmied up the bed a bit, still on her back, still with her pussy near the edge. I came close, my cock raging.

“Give me that big hard bastard of a cock, yeah!” she said, her hands massaging my swollen tool, stroking it to maximum hardness. Then she guided it to her dripping pussy. Standing on the floor by the bed, I pressed it home, and swung my hips. She kept up her diatribe of dirty talk throughout the procedure.

“Yeah, that’s it; fuck me with that mother-fucking cock of yours! Fuck me deep, you stud. Plow that hard-on into my cunt; jam it, baby! Pound my pussy! Fuck me like a two-dollar whore!” Her arms and head thrashed on the mattress as I jammed my cock into her pussy, again and again.

After a time, she pulled herself up, and got onto her hands and knees. “Keep fucking me, baby,” she implored, her ass wiggling with wanton need. “Fuck me like an animal. Fuck me like a barnyard beast. Fuck me like the fucking cock-slut that I am!” She pressed her ass, and her swollen pussy lips, back towards my waiting cock, which I again pressed into her pussy. “Yeah!” she yowled, as I pressed my dauber into her love canal once more, feeling my hips ram against her buttocks as my raging cock penetrated her pussy from behind, again and again.

Emma kept up her dirty Munchen invective. “Yeah, you fucking fucker, plow my cunt! Jam that monster into me! Snake out my pussy like a clogged drain with that big dick of yours, rod me out with that giant rod!” I kept swinging from the knees, giving her all I had. She was indefatigable. I was glad that I only had to stand there and swing. Before too long, her body shuddered and shook with her first orgasm of the night. “Arghggh!!” she shouted, raising herself on her knees and howling at the ceiling light fixture. Then she fell to the bed on her belly.

But not for long. She got back on her hands and knees, and looked back at me over her shoulder. “I hope you are still hard, you prick. I want you to fuck my asshole. Attack my butthole with that nasty fuck-stick of yours. Now! Do it!!”

I didn’t waste any time. I pressed the head of my still-erect cock, slick and glistening with her juices, on her brown winking butthole, and pushed it in past her sphincter. After a brief initial resistance, it was in, and I began once again my rhythmic swinging motion. Emma loved it. “Yeah, baby, wreck that shithole! Fuck my brown pucker!! Stretch me out, punish that anus! Give it to me good, baby. Fuck me, oh fuck me. Make me your cock slave!” I swung and swung from my knees, just as I had in her pussy, but now in her tight brown shit hole. She thrashed and wiggled and loved every minute of it.

“Fuck me with that asshole plunger! Jam me, baby, jam me! I want to feel your baby-maker in my colon; keep that meat-stick coming, wreck me, Munchen baby, split me wide open!” I did my best to keep her colon well fucked, but I really didn’t feel like I was likely to split her wide open. More likely I would lose myself in the pleasure. Her tight, gripping anus felt wonderful, and I could feel my balls working overtime on a giant load of semen. I pounded and pounded, and Emma grunted an obscene monosyllable with each thrust, obviously enjoying the abuse.

Meanwhile, even as my cock continued to pound mercilessly in her bunghole, she reached a hand down under herself and jammed three fingers into her pussy. She sawed them back and forth, stimulating her vaginal walls and her clit. Talk about double-entry accounting!

Even though I was the one fucking her in the ass, I somehow felt that she was the one holding all the power in this sex romp. Obviously, she was the one calling the shots, and she was the one doing all the dirty talking. I felt a need to match her, to gain back a bit of power. Most of my blood and willpower were in my hard-working cock at the moment, but I managed to engage a little bit of my brain and plan out my next move.

I pulled out of her ass suddenly. She turned around, mouth open, to admonish me. “On your knees, slut,” I told her, pointing at the floor. “Your filthy mouth needs a cock in it.” Her eyes widened in delight. She quickly scrambled to the floor in front of me.

“Yeah, baby, give me that nasty fuck-stick,” she snarled, slurping it into her mouth. “I want to taste my shit on your cock. Fuck my filthy face, baby, make me gag!” I had to admit, she was much better at this naughty patter than I was! She was also a mighty good cock-sucker, and soon had me aching with pleasure, her lips slurping my purple head and her hands Carling my shaft. Soon she had a middle finger jammed up my asshole as well, increasing my stimulation even further.

“Fuck my dirty throat, baby, torture my tonsils,” she was saying, between sucks on my rigid tool, inhaling my entire length until my pubic hair was in her nostrils. Then she would pull me out of her mouth, spit a giant wad of saliva onto my shaft, rub it in with both hands, and then suck me some more.

I felt the twinge in my scrotum that signaled an imminent orgasm. Emma felt it, too, and took her mouth off my dick. She looked me in the eye, with a gaze like a steel hammer. “I want you to come all over my fucking face,” she announced. “Paint my face with your cum, Carl, frost me like a cake. Make me your cum-sponge.” She grasped my shaft with both hands, Carling up and down and twisting them in opposite directions. It’s not a maneuver that I can withstand for long, and soon I felt my cum rising to the occasion. “Yeah, give it to me, you animal. Give me your nut-sauce. Hit me with that baby batter. Drown me with your fucking cum!”

“Here it comes, slut; take it all!” I managed to groan, as the waves of orgasm shook me. It felt like gallons of jism escaped my cock, splattering her in the face. She held my spasming rod at point blank range, and managed to catch the majority of my massive eruption on her upturned features; her nose, her cheeks, and her forehead. When the flow slowed down a little, she wiped the remaining streamers on her lips and tongue in Munchen Hotel.

I looked at her cum-drenched face and had to laugh. “You do look like a birthday cake!” I told her.

She favored me with a crooked smile. “You were a good boy, Carl. You gave me a face full of cum, just like I told you. But you aren’t done yet.” She looked at my cock, which had just begun to wilt. “Oh, no you don’t!” she exclaimed. She wrapped her lips around my still-dripping cock head, and wiggled a finger back up into my asshole. She soon had me at full mast again. “You still have work to do,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or to my cock.

She placed me on the bed, on my back, and straddled my flagpole of a cock, cowgirl fashion. She slowly lowered her parted pussy lips onto my magic wand. “Split me open with that donkey-dick of yours,” she commanded, sliding down my pole. I felt myself disappearing into her velvety snatch. “Fill up my cunt with that big cock, you beast. I want to feel you at my cervix. I want to taste it in my throat.”

She rode me, hard and long. She bounced her round cuddly ass up and down on my hips, my cock buried to the hilt in her tireless snatch. The tight ring of her pussy kept my cock engorged with blood, and I stayed hard for longer than I could have imagined. She steadied herself with one hand on the bed, and continued bouncing, her tits swinging in beautiful arcs on her chest, her short sassy hair flapping. Her sensuous mouth was twisted into a scowl of concentration, her dimples deep, and crusts of dried cum on her cheeks. Her brown eyes were glazed over, and her expression was one of utmost rapture. She never said a word. She was a needful woman, a southern belle, finding her bliss. I suddenly realized that the entire dirty talking episode had been an act, and this was the real Emma, the Emma who needed a good fucking, who needed a good stiff dick in her, who needed her womanly insides stroked and loved, with affection. The dirty talking was over, for now, and she was just enjoying being filled up and fucked by a good hard dick, attached to a good man who cared for her.

After a time, she sat up, my softened cock still buried in her pussy. The sweet southern belle look was back in her face. She looked at me and smiled. “So do you think I can handle tomorrow’s negotiations, Carl?” she asked.

“You’ll do just fine, darling,” I told her, with no doubt in my mind. “Just fine.”