She was head of sales, I was a junior engineer.  She was Canadian, the company was Canadian, we were the U.K. branch.

Her name was Nicole, but behind her back, he blokes called her Whoopie, which was both cruel and inaccurate.   She was gorgeous, all the men letched and lusted after her.  There probably wasn't a man in the company who wouldn't have risked all for a night in her company.  There probably wasn't a man in the company who hadn't wanked off thinking about her, litres of spunk wasted.  But we were reliably informed that she was lesbian.  Still, we all thought that we could convert her.

When the company pitched for a new contract, it was usual for sales staff to be accompanied by a senior engineer, our work was highly technical.  This pitch was for an Aerospace contract with a company based in Toulouse.  Needless to say, we wanted to impress them by giving the pitch in French.  Not a problem for Nicole, she was French Canadian, but none of the senior engineers felt fluent enough to do their part in French, particularly to answer questions, which could not be rehearsed.  Eyes turned to me.

My mother was French, my grandparents still lived in France, French was my second language.  Could I do it?  Piece of gateaux.

Flights were booked, business class!  Hotel was booked.  Two nights.  I was nervous.  We checked in to the hotel in the late afternoon and booked a table for dinner.  Nicole dressed for dinner and turned every head in the room, men and women.  We spent most of the time going over the presentation and turned in early. 

She had been driving me crazy during dinner, her dress had a plunging neckline,  her fabulous tits forming deep cleavage.  Her perfume was intoxicating.  She was probably fifteen years my senior, a delectable milf.

Back in  my room. I dutifuĺly called my wife then went to bed.  My erection was tenting the duvet and the cause was not my wife.  I wanked myself off to visions of the lovely woman next door, hair spread on the pillow, naked body spread on her bed, legs apart waiting for my cock.

The presentation went well.  Nicole’s idea of business attire was at least as sexy as the dress she had worn for dinner.  Short dress, seamed stockings, high heels.  For the presentation she donned a pair of thick rimmed glasses, which only served to make her look sexier.  I discovered later that they were planos, no eyesight correction, worn for effect.  It worked.  Her entire appearance was a clever sales ploy, to distract male attention.  There was probably not a soft cock in the room.  Exept mine.  I was nervous.  But I was able to answer most of the technical questions.  For the ones that I couldn't, I did as instructed and said;

“That information is commercially sensitive, it will be made available after the contract has been agreed.”

 We were back in our hotel by late afternoon.  We had coffee together. 

“You did very well,” said Nicole.  “I think that we've got it.  Champagne tonight.”

For dinner, she wore a different dress, but just as erection inducing.  Sure enough, we started with champagne.  During the meal, she had me talk about myself.

“Married?”

“Yes.”

“Kids?”

“No.  You?”

She laughed and made a cross with her knife and fork, as though repelling the devil.  She said;

“They probably told you I was lez.”

“None of my business.”

“No.  But they're right.  I am in a lesbian relationship.  I was married, it didn't take.  The woman I live with has also been married.  What we have now suits us, but neither of us is averse to cock, that's the only thing that we miss.”

I couldnt believe what I was hearing, it really was none of my business.  So she liked cock as well as cunt.  So what.

“If either of us needs a good, hetero fucking, we go for it.”

“Why are you telling me?”

“You do have one, don't you?  A cock that is?”

I nodded.

“I imagine that it's rock hard right now?”

I nodded.

“Fancy sharing it with me?  I always feel horny after winning a contract.”

“I'm married.”

“Is that a no then?  Would you rather go to your room and Jack off?”

“I love my wife.”

“I won't tell her.  Don't you fancy black ass?  You know what they say, once youve gone black, you'll never go back.”

I had heard it, but it was being said about black cock, not black cunt.  Surely there could be no difference, all cats are grey in the dark.

Before I married, I wasn't fussy, I would fuck anything.  But I had never    had the opportunity to try dark meat.  Before me was a tasty offering, and she was offering, asking for it.  She said that she wouldn't tell, certainly I  wouldn't.  She was right, I would go to my room and wank, with her as  my inspiration.  Isn't that a form of infidelity?  And she was sex on legs…

“Okay,” she said.  “You've had your chance.  Fuck off and I'll try my luck at the bar.  Enjoy your wank.”

“No, please,” I begged.  “I will do anything you want.”

“Room 317,” she said.  Give me ten minutes.”

She stood and walked away, shapely arse swaying.  In just a few minutes, I might have my hands on it.  Or perhaps my face buried between the cheeks.  That is if I didn't come in my pants first.  I let her get out of sight, rushed to my room and showered.  Again.  Put on my last clean shirt and underpants, and tapped gently on the door of room 317.

My nervousness when in front of twenty sceptical engineers and buyers this morning was nothing compared to now.  My erection had deserted me.  Suppose is was a wind-up?  Suppose some hairy arsed bloke answered?

The door opened, just a crack, it was on the chain.  Closed again, then opened fully.  My erection returned.  The dress was gone.  She was in just her underwear.  Underwear that served no other purpose than to lead men astray.  A Basque!  Oh my.  Dark blue-green, the colour they call teal.  Very sheer, nipples jutting.  Suspenders holding up matching stockings, stiletto heels.  Oh yes, knickers.  Not so’s you’d notice, a thong.

She let the door close and was kissing me before it could click.  Kissing?  More like being eaten.  My shirt disapeared in a flash, then her hands were fumbling with my zip.  She pushed inside, saying;

“Let's see what your so ashamed of.”

I'm not ashamed of it.  I am quite proud of it in fact, my very first sex-partner.  I helpfully undid my belt. She pulled out her prize, my pride.

“Nice one,” she said.  “Just what I need.”

She knelt before me and took it into her mouth.  Her lipstick was a very dark red, more brown than red.  I am north British, fair hair, pale skin.  In my teens, I wanted a tan, but after getting badly sunburned a couple of times, I gave up.  I am as white as it gets, and nothing is whiter than my cock, which has rarely seen the sun.  The contrast between it and the dark lips around it was startling.  Her skill as a felatrice even more so.  I was about to give her a mouthful.  I warned her.  She took it from her mouth and said;

“Let it go if you need to, we've got all night, we'll make some more.” 

And closed her lips around it again.  I really had no choice, a few powerful sucks later and I was spurting it onto her tonsils, one of those ejaculations that seen to go on and on.  When I at last spurted my last spurt, she pulled away and swallowed, licked her lips and then licked my cock clean.

“Mmm,” she said.  “You can't get that from a woman.  Drink?”

She stood and swayed over to the room desk, where a bottle of white and two glasses stood.  I kicked off my shoes and disentangled my feet from my pants.  She  came back carrying two full glasses.  I was already fully re-erected.  She handed me a glass and said;

 “Here's to an exhausting evening.”

She led me to the bed.  If anything, the rear view was sexier than the front.  The garment had had a cut-out back, fastened in just two places with hooks and eyes.  Suspenders stretched tight over her luscious arse, thong hidden between her buttocks.  Her skin was smooth and lustrous, almost glowing.  I had no chance.  She said;

“Undo me.”

“Pity,” I said.  “It's lovely.”

She turned back to me and scooped both tits out, folding the bra cups under so that they formed platforms for her perfect tits.  Her erect nipples were darker than her skin, dark chocolate compared to milk chocolate.  They were long, almost cylindrical.  The surrounds, also dark, making the nipples look like bullseyes.

“Better?”

I nodded.  I leaned down and took each stiff nipple into my mouth in turn, teasing them, then up to her mouth for a long, searching kiss.  She laid back on the bed and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the thong.

“How about these?”

“I dont think well be needing them.”

I peeled them away, revealing her hairless cunt.  My first black cunt.  The colour of the outer lips matched that of her teats, they were parted slightly, moisture showing inside.  I kissed my was down to it and all around it, she parted her legs, ready for the most intimate kiss.  I peeled the lips apart with my thumbs  revealing the moist, inviting, dark red gape.  The scent of her arousal was better than any perfume.  Her large clitoris was like a rosebud.  I leaned forwards and kissed it.

Her body jerked at the contact.  She groaned as I enclosed it with my lips and sucked gently.  Ever since the first time that I sucked a cunt, I have loved it.  This was no exception, I could not get enough of her.  I drank her dry.  Or tried to, the more I drank, the more she produced.  She came, jerking and screaming, I kept on sucking.  She eventually pushed me away.

I knelt up and admired my work.  A vision of debauchery, lovely black cunt framed by her sexy clothing, suspenders like whiplashes, stocking tops.  Oh my!  Her cunt gaped wetly, invitingly.  I moved into position and fed my straining cock into it.  It seemed to grip me and pull me in until I was buried balls deep in her warm fragrant flesh.  I paused for a few seconds, savouring the sensation, but her cunt clasped my cock, milking it.

It was little more than ten minutes since I had spilled my first load into her mouth, I knew that, despite her wanking-machine cunt, this time I could give the fucking she desired.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and ber legs around my waist, forming the classic two-backed beast, our loins moving against each other as I tried to make every thrust reach full depth.  But all good things come to an end, I came powerfully.  She squealed and came with me, writhing against me.

With my softening cock still inside her, she husked;

“Something else that I can't get from a woman, I could feel your spurts as you came.”

We stayed locked as one until my cock slipped wetly out.  We lay side by side, satisfied for now, recovering.

“What do you get from your relationship, if not an injection of what you clearly enjoy?”

“Difficult to say,” she replied.  “it's more gentle of course, women like that, not that it's any less frantic and passionate then the climax arrives, but being pouded by a cock reaching for it's one release, is quite brutal, animal.  And yes, I do like that sometimes.  But as you well know, a woman doesn't need that the reach an orgasm, it can be gentle and subtle, I like that too, I can come just from having my nipples sucked.  Most men don't have the patience.”

“So do you use a dildo or a strap-on, for the brutal times?”

She laughed.

“That's the porn version of lesbianism.  Strap-on, no.  Dildoes, occasionally, vibrators, often.  There is much more kissing,  licking, sucking, touching, stroking.  And a fair amount of what people call, dirty talking.”

“But a dildo for penetration?”

“Other things can penetrate, fingers, tongues.”

“But only a cock, real or false, must really fill you?”

She laughed again.

“Never heard of fisting?”

“I thought that was just a porn thing.”

“You thought wrong.”

“Would you like me to..?”

“Whoa tiger,” she interrupted.  “It takes training.  Besides, my partner’s fist is a lot smaller than yours.  Practice on your wife.”

I had forgotten my wife, I should have phoned her.  But a bird in the hand etc., and my cock was rigid and ready to go again.  It had not escaped Nicole's attention.

“This time,” she said, “I want to be naked.  Undress me.”

I unclipped first the front right suspender, then the rear,  from her stocking and peeled it down her leg, kissing the flesh as it was revealed.  I would show her gentle.  The other leg received the same treatment.  She knelt for me to undo the fastenings of the Basque, I kissed her neck and her back as it fell away.  She turned to face me and let the skimpy garment fall.  She was simply magnificent.

I carefully caressed and kissed her all over, then told her to roll over and did the same to her back, from her neck to her sumptuous buttocks, pulled them gently apart and placed a kiss on the pucker of her anus.  She shuddered slightly.  I stiffened my tongue and pushed it inside.  She groaned in pleasure.

“Do you like it there?”

I asked.

“Love it,” she mumbled.  “But let me make you ready first.”

“Oh,” I replied.  “I'm ready.”

“I like to feel a guy spurt inside me,” she said.  Whichever hole he’s in.  I want to make sure your balls are full.”

“Do you do this a lot then?”

“No, I don't.  But when I do, I like to make it special.  Get on your back.”

My cock was throbbing with lust.  I was ready.  How many times could I fuck this gorgeous creature?  This was doomed fo be a one night stand, I wanted to make it one that she remembered.

In my teens, on a Sunday I would lonuge in bed, wanking the day away.  I never had counted, but I must have ejaculated perhaps ten times in a day, wanked my cock raw.  When my wife and I were first married, we would fuck until we were sore, then once more.

Nicole went back to work on my cock, wanking and sucking it.  She seemed to sense when I was about to shoot, and each time, stop just in time.  For a lesbian, she certainly knew how to treat a penis.

Nicole had come prepared, either for me or some other lucky bastard.  She had a pack of condoms and a dispenser of lubricant in the drawer by the bed.  But there had been no mention of condoms with me.  Perhaps she judged, rightly, that I would be clean.  The condoms were for her second choice, if I failed her.  She had planned this.

Lubing her was a pleasure in itself, for both of us.  She assumed the doggy position,  I tricked lubricant into the dark crack and slowly and gently worked one finger inside, then another.  As I buggered her with fingers, I lubed my cock ready to replace them.

My wife permits anal, but does not really enjoy, so we don't do it often.  Nicole was very different.

“Put you cock right up my arse,” she said.  Fuck it until I scream, then fill me with your spunk.”

I positioned my tip at her oily entrance and pushed gently.  I was surprised how easily it entered.

“All the way.”

She growled.  I pushed, sliding smoothly in until my aching balls were against her.

“That feels so good,” she said.  “Now fuck me, hard.”

I had little choice, I fucked her hard.  The sight of my very white cock disappearing into her dark flesh was entrancing.  I couldnt stop myself, I rammed her until I came, flooding her.  She fell forwards and I slipped out, still hard, my cock shiny with lubricant and my own spunk.  The rest welled out of her still gaping arsehole.

“Sorry, I said.  “That was much too fast.”

“You gave me what I asked for,” she said.  I could feel your spurts, you filled me.”

“But you didn't come,” I said.

“ I wanted you to come.”

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs.  My spunk had run out of her plundered arse and between the lips of her cunt.  She paddled her fingers in it, then pushed them inside, finger fucking herself.  She used her other hand to masturbate until she brought herself off.

“There,” she said breathlessly.  “Happy now?”

Happy?  I was surely in paradise.  I was more than ready to fuck her again, but she had other ideas.

“Thirsty, sweaty and spunky,” she said.  “Drink first, then shower, then we’ll see what you've got left in the tank.  I'd like you to stay here and fuck me until breakfast.”

At her insistence, we drank water.  To avoid dehydration.  The we showered together, soaping each other’s body.  She sank to her knees and sucked my cock again, then I returned the favour and with hot water streaming over us, sucked her cunt until she came.  Then still in the shower, she bent forward and I fucked her from behind.  This time without coming.  We dried each other and she again performed resuscitation on my cock.  I had her sit on my face and sucked her to another climax, one hand roaming her body, the other wanking my cock.  Then she impaled herself on it.  After riding me in the cowgirl position  she spun round on my cock without uncoupling aand continued in reverse cowgirl.  Still without disconnecting, we managed to roll into doggy and I eventually came into her from behind, this time with a tit in each hand.

We fell sideways.  I can't remember slipping out of her.  We fell asleep in the spoons position.  It was still dark when I woke up, with a renewed erection.  She showed no sign of being awake, but as I fed my clock back into her cunt, she pushed her arse back to meet me.  I dont remember coming again, I must have fallen asleep again still inside her.

I had a dream that I was having my cock sucked by an expert.  I awoke to find that I was being sucked off by an expert.  He raised her said and said;

“Good morning sleepy head.  Your little friend has been up for ages.”

She swung a leg over and mounted me again, riding me until she got her reward, which by now was probably no more than a teardrop of cum.  She didn't come.  Then she called room service and ordered breakfast for two.  She took my hand and placed it on her mound.

“Make me come.”

She ordered

With one arm under her neck, I fingered her cunt and strummed her clit with the other, alternately kissing her mouth and sucking her nipples.  She wanked my by now sore cock gently, insisting that she could;

“Make more.”

There was a tap on the door as she was recovering.  She jumped up and answered the door naked, unconcerned about her nudity.  The young man who pushed in the trolley, pretended not to notice, neither her or the naked man in her bed.

We ate breakfast in bed.  Our flight was not until midday.  Then she insisted on;

“One more time.”

She rolled onto all fours.

“Doggy style.”

She said.  Before I entered her, I licked her cunt and arsehole, for her pleasure and mine.  But although I was able to stay hard when I fucked her, I  was unable to come.

She rolled onto her back.

“Put it in my arse then, face to face.  Bugger me.”

I lubricated her and pushed inside her again.  She reached down and strummed her clit as I pumped.  I had what felt like a little come, but I suspect that it was a dry one.  I was drained.

I went to my own room to shower and pack.

As the voice told us to buckle up for landing, she leaned over and said;

“Not a word to anybody about last night, it was all a dream, it never happened.”

Oh, we didn't get the contract.