Not great things

Melissa moaned as Ben kneeled behind her and shoved his cock deep into her dripping pussy. Each thrust **** her large breast implants to bounce as she perched on her hands and knees pressing back to meet each thrust with her own. His hand came down with a resounding smack on her plump ass as he growled out. “I’ll bet he can’t do this to you.”

Her voice came out in bursts with each thrust as she grabbed air to breath and moan. “Fuck me.” Thrust. “Fuck him.” Thrust. “Fuck me.” Thrust. “Fuck no.” Thrust. “His little…” Thrust. “Dick can’t do this!” The last line sent both of them over the edge as the pair collapsed down onto the hotel’s queen size bed. Rolling off of his co-worker Ben laid back and gulped air in as he tried to recover. Melissa fell face first onto the bed and rode out the aftershocks that seemed to slam through her system every time Ben came inside of her like that.

The pair lay like that together for a few minutes before Ben looked over at the clock and cursed. “Shit. I have a meeting with Peterson in 5. Then the all hands in an hour.” Sliding off of the bed, he stood up and stretched his tall 6’3 frame out. His broad shoulders carried the ruggedly handsome face of a man in his early forties. His dark hair had begun to gray at the temples, leading to a distinguished look. When it was paired with his well kept beard, it created a look of absolute masculinity.

Melissa on the other hand was a picture of femininity. 5’6, with vibrant dyed red hair. Her classic hourglass shape was displayed well on the bed as she too slipped off of the bed. Looking in the mirror she was glad that she had an hour to put herself back together. These sessions with Ben were reinvigorating, but destroyed her hair and makeup. She watched Ben pull on his suit and smiled after him. “I know you have that promotion on lock baby! I can’t wait to quit that other job and leave Darren so we can be together.”

Ben stiffened almost imperceptibly as he continued getting dressed while Melissa declared her desire. Their relationship had stemmed from a drunken conference night months ago. Ben wished he had stopped seeing her, but having a woman as beautiful as Melissa calling him and sneaking off with him was a siren’s song to most men. Sure, he got off on the roleplay they had about him taking her from Darren and her husband not being enough of a man, but it didn’t mean that he liked what he was doing to him.

The redhead’s giddy smile fell off her face instantly as the door slammed shut. She knew Ben had no intention of moving into a relationship with her, but she also knew that just like she had done with Darren , she could manipulate her way into the job. Grabbing her dress off the floor, she began to put herself back together.