Settling into a routine

The schedule was fairly plain. While they were able to spend Sunday sightseeing, making out in various SF landmarks, and generally enjoying their time together, Sam did have work to do, so Monday through Thursday was going to be spent wooing investors. Vixen was happy to have the time during the day to be on her own. She had friends in town, both other escorts and girls from college who had no idea how she was making her living and financing her graduate education in clinical psychology.

The nights were dedicated to Sam, and he would come back to their hotel suite with a fiery lust and hunger for her body that could not be contained. They would fuck until both were exhausted, and her pussy was deliciously sore and full of his thick seed. She used the freedom of their vacation to experiment with Sam's boundaries.

On Sunday night they alternated tying each other down, and found that he seemed to enjoy both being dominant and submissive, though it was clear that some part of him was holding back when in the dominant role.

On Monday night she tried to push him further, getting them both stoned on some weed her friend got her from a dispensary, establishing a safe word, and encouraging him to own her. Before long, he was ramming her from behind while she was tied spread-eagle to the bed, moaning incoherently as she came multiple times. He surprised her that night by eating her out from behind after he'd cum in her pussy, even going so far as to tongue her ass.

On Tuesday night she took that experiment further, after they'd thoroughly washed each other in the shower, she guided him naked to the armchair in their living room and worshipped his cock and balls with her mouth for over half an hour, eventually working her way to rimming his asshole, which caused him to jerk and cum all over his own belly and chest. She hungrily licked the cum off his body while maintaining eye contact, and he fucked her better than ever that night.

On Wednesday night, however, he came back in something of a panic.

"They want to meet you," he breathed, looking flushed and shaken.

"Who?"

"This huge investor, Van Lowen... he's massive VC money in this town, and he's old school–likes to really get to know people he's 'getting in bed with.' He wants you and me to have dinner tomorrow night with him and his wife."

She put her hand on his chest, and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. The tenderness surprised him.

"Baby, just breathe."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then felt her lips on his again, still a tender kiss but less chaste. He responded in kind, feeling his body melt against hers. Before he knew what was happening, she'd guided him to the bed and they were sitting side-by-side, continuing their kiss. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Without saying anything, her fingers deftly opened his belt and pants and fished out his enormous cock, inflating rapidly in her delicate fingers. She stroked him slowly, feeling every ripple below the taut, warm skin of his cock. He shuddered with pleasure.

"They want to meet me, they can meet me. I'm your 'fiancée,' after all," she smiled, continuing the slow steady pace of her manual ministrations, as she felt his cock throb in her hand. "And I can be whomever you want me to be."

He looked at her with a kind of desperation. "I just want you," he emphasized.

She smiled, and he thought he saw her eyes wet, as she increased the pace of her strokes.

"You have me, and you don't to worry about the Van Lowens. I will be your perfect," she stroked him faster, "charming," faster still, "supportive," he groaned, "bride-to-be."

At those words she felt his cock start to explode and immediately covered the tip of his cock with her lips, catching the cum in her mouth. As she waited for his body to relax, she pulled her mouth of his dick and gave him a deep kiss, sharing his cum. In no time he was hard again, on top of her, fucking her with both of them almost fully clothed.

In the afterglow, after both had now cum twice, they kissed softly and felt each other's faces.

"You are perfect," he breathed.

She flinched a little, but smiled. Of course, I'm paid to be perfect, she thought. But her imagination wandered and different fantasies floated through her mind, all centered around Sam.