I'd come too far in that little hotel room to stop her. I was entranced by everything about her: her smell, her lips, her tits... And well, now her tongue. She pulled off me for a second, grinning like a cat. "Imagine if your wife could see you now," she said, and in the moment I didn't care — it was hot, her forceful seduction, her obscene overtures. She was jacking me off and still grinning. "Pantsless in my hotel room getting your dick sucked," and she went back to it noisily. I laid back and enjoyed it. I was worn out from her alter ego, and would last a while. Eventually I tried changing to more equitable positions, but for some reason she seemed unwilling to be eaten out — instead I ended up just fingering her under her now-messy dress, alternating between rubbing her clit and pushing my fingers deep inside her very wet hole.
Finally, getting close, I warned her, but she didn't care. I came in shuddering spurts her throat as she pressed her sopping muff down. She started cumming as I finished, her entire body shaking as she cried out wordlessly and bucked against my hand.
We lay together on the floor for a few moments in the afterglow, both coming down. Then Barbara got up and slipped out of her ruined dress. She was an incredible sight against the soft lighting in the room, her thong still lying on the floor and braless. I admired her as she walked over to her briefcase, slipping out a piece of paper and a pen before walking back over.
"This is an order form for 3,000 units," she said. "We're still in testing, but we want to get a couple vendors signed up now. You'll get two more demos before we launch, and then an opportunity to buy at a reduced price after the final demo."
I lifted myself off the floor, and she extended the pen towards me.
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