Hello, 'Matt' here again. The tales I tell on here are not in sequence and consequently this one happened some time after the first and by now I was married, and I was working for a company that, at Christmas time had two social get-togethers, one for all staff which included wives or girl-friends, the other for the Sales Reps and 'invited guests' only. This story is about the latter party one year. There were fifteen Reps plus two Area Managers and the General Sales Manager, the latter I have to say had that very happy knack of running a sales force whilst remaining one of the lads and commanding respect. He and all the rest of us invited a woman, not necessarily the one we would sleep with, somehow it always worked! Anyway, on this occasion I invited someone that I knew fancied one of the other reps, although he didn't know it. I don't suppose that it is any surprise when I say that these generally were pretty boozy do's, we were staying at the hotel where the event was organised so no-one was driving. We were all swapping partners throughout the evening and people kept sloping off, you can imagine why! I had a dance with one of the office girls and she was young and really up for it but, as I have said, I liked mature women so I didn't bite and she was soon off dancing with someone else. In the meantime another of the office staff came up and asked me to dance. She was a statuesque blonde called Bobbie and in her late forties, not particularly pretty but with a very spectacular figure, her pride and joy being her breasts. We all knew her to be the Sales Manager's piece and treated her accordingly, she however had other ideas. We had no sooner got on the dance floor before her thigh was between my legs assessing my endowment. Which, if you read my first piece, was nothing special but it certainly appealed to her! After rubbing me up, so to speak, I said, 'Aren't you Dave's?' 'So what?' she replied, 'he doesn't own me and I want you!' I was no fool so I said, 'Fair enough, but not tonight, I want to keep my job! Don't worry, we'll arrange something after Christmas.' She didn't like it but saw the sense in view of the fact that Dave would undoubtedly expect to be sleeping with her. I covered the Head Office area as part of my patch so it was easy to pop in and make a date, which I did. It turned out that she couldn't make it for the couple of nights I was there, she was married, so I arranged to see her when I was staying in a hotel about fifty miles away the next week. I duly collected her from a car park near where she lived and took her back to my hotel. We went into the bar and had a couple of drinks but I could see that she was itching to get going so we went up to my room. She went straight into the bathroom and I heard her letting it go, sounded like Niagara Falls, then I heard her washing herself and she came out with a towel wrapped round her. I went in after and washed my bits and exited stark naked. There was no missing the lust in her eyes and she dropped the towel. It was obvious that she was the sort of woman who thought exposing her breasts to be played with was enough for any man. I soon disabused her of that idea by pulling her down the bed, kneeling in front of her and applying my mouth to her cunt, her pubic hair was iron-grey. I had the feeling that she was used to being the boss in bed and just doing what she wanted. I didn't play ball, by the time I had orally mauled her inner lips, tongue fucked her and 'chewed' her massive clit with my lips she was mine. She cawed hoarsely as she came and pleaded for my 'dick' as she called it. I said, 'You obviously like a good hard fucking!' There was a frigid silence, 'What's the matter?' I asked. 'I don't like language like that!' 'That's a pity,' I told her, 'because I treat all cunt like you the way I want!' 'Oh,' she went. I got her up the bed, she spread her legs, I rammed into her and started fucking hard. She came with a growl like a guard dog in about thirty seconds! 'Do you like being fucked more than once?' I panted. 'No-one ever has,' she replied. 'Well, in that case, would you like to be?' I asked. 'Yes.' 'In that case where do you want me to cum, up your cunt or all over you?' She said, 'You can cum inside me this time.' So after about five minutes of hard fucking I shot my load deep into her very willing cunt. She screamed as she felt me spurting, thrashing about like a wild thing, then I flopped on top of her. When we'd calmed down she said, 'I bet you can't do me again after that!' 'Give me five minutes,' I said, 'then you can get me hard again and I'll fuck you for as long as you like!' 'How would I do that?' she asked. 'By sucking my cock.' 'I can't do that,' she made a face, 'not after letting it go inside me, you'll be all messy!' 'Depends how much you want a really good long fucking and, anyway, I bet you know what your cunt tastes like, all women do!' She was silent but after my limp cock had slipped out and we lay there for a few minutes she leant over me and kissed my knob, she licked her lips and, glancing at me, suckied it into her mouth. She was obviously an amateur at sucking but it did the trick and I was soon slipping into her sloppy cunt again, when I kissed her she tasted of her cunt and my spunk. I took my time and positioned myself so that my cock was rubbing her clit all the the time. God knows how many times she came before she was pleading with me to shoot my spunk all over her, not that she used that language. As I whipped my cock out, grabbing it and wanking hard for a moment or two, I started shooting. 'Oh my God,' she shrieked, 'it's going everywhere!' After that we lay back and talked a bit, I have to say that I have only ever had two women who had enormous cunts and she was one of them. I commented on it and she shrugged, 'Everyone seems to like it!' I asked her if she was still fucking Dave, she shrugged again, 'Yes, he's my permanent standby, if I haven't got someone new, I let him do me!' I thought, 'Poor Dave, always second best.' But she was a nympho, she just couldn't do without it, who else she'd shagged in the firm I never asked. All I do know is that eventually her husband caught on to what she was always doing and threw her out, but that was after I had left the firm.