Dana Bumpett - Time out for sex!

He began fucking her hard and fast, his flat belly slapping loudly against her ass. He was no longer the gentle lover, but Dana didn't mind at all. She needed to be fucked hard, as hard as possible. She craved the kinky combination of pain and pleasure. She clawed the grass and gurgled with excitement as she took the steady hard pounding of Ron's steel-stiff prick.

"Is this what you wanted, Dana?" Ron asked, his voice a low, husky growl. "Am I fucking you the way you want?"

"My God, YES!" she whimpered. "I love the way you're fucking me, Ron. Nice and hard, that's what I want. That's what I need. Fuck me, fuck me like crazy!"

And he damn near did. Dana started cumming again, and this time it was like a string of firecracker orgasms, which seemed to go on and on forever. Ron was a regular fucking machine, going minute after minute without tiring. After a while his breathing became ragged and sweat dripped from his body, but his pace was still hard and furious. Dana didn't think she could take any more fucking, she had cum so many times.

"Cum, Ron," she whined. "Cum in my cunt. Fill it up."

"You're reading my mind," Ron panted from behind her.

He placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing her face and upper body down on the grass, leaving her hips and ass protruding high in the air. Gripping her tightly by her hips, he began to fuck his cock in and out of her like a jackhammer, fucking her till her teeth rattled.

"Aaaahhh, shit, I'm cumming, aaaaggghhhh!" he wailed suddenly, ramming his cock as deeply into Dana's clutching cunt as he could.

Dana felt herself cumming right along with him, surprising herself. His burning cum triggered her into another violent climax. Her hips jerked and twisted around his cock as spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded her pussy, finally filling it and oozing out to run down the insides of her thighs.

When Ron finally eased his cock out of her dripping cunt, she felt sexually satisfied for the first time in years. She collapsed, rolling over onto her back and sighing contentedly. She didn't feel like moving right now, and wasn't even sure if she could, but Ron was already starting to get dressed.

"I hate to fuck and run," he said with a charming smile, "but I do have to go. I wish I could stay longer. But I want to tell you that you are absolutely one fantastic woman. I'd like nothing better than to take you home with me, have us both take a shower, and then start all over again, but I gotta got to work."

He removed his billfold from his back pocket and searched in it for a piece of paper, finally handing it to her. It was a business card with just his name and phone number on it. 'Tell you what, though. You give me a call if you want to see me again and have another session. I know I'd sure love to," he said, bending down to kiss her lightly.

"I just might do that," she told him with a smile.

After he left she continued to lay behind the bushes, letting her body return to normal, feeling his cum still oozing out of her cunt, knowing damn good and well that she would definitely call him. She hadn't been fingered, eaten and fucked this well in a long, long time, and now that she had found a man who could do it for her, to her, the things she wanted, she sure as hell wasn't going to let this week go by without getting as much of him as she could. Once she returned home, she had no idea of how long it might take to find another man to make her feel this good.

With a sigh of complete contentment, she finally got dressed and walked slowly back to her hotel. Inside her room, she stripped out of her clothes, letting them drop to the floor next to her bed, and made her way into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water of the shower and climbed in, letting the hot spray wash away the dried cum from her legs and ease her muscles, her muscles cramped from the number of orgasms she had experienced. She finally turned off the water, patted herself dry and stumbled back into the bedroom. She got in bed and pulled the covers up over her, falling asleep the instant her head hit the pillow.

Dana spent the next day at the convention with Chuck, taking notes and making various appointments with other men for him. It was a long tiring day, and by early evening she was completely exhausted. So, when Chuck invited her to his suite for drinks and dinner, she accepted gratefully without the least bit of hesitation. She was in no mood to get dressed up and go out tonight.

Still, she didn't want to look like a slob when she had dinner with her boss, so she elected to dress in an attractive low-cut lounging dress of a simple, but elegant design. She then brushed her long flame-colored hair till it glistened like burnished gold. Beneath the dress she wore only a small pair of bikini panties. She liked the informality of the Bahamas, where no one seemed to consider bras and pantyhose as necessities of dress, but went with comfort over protocol.

"Well, you look gorgeous, as you usually do," Chuck told her with a warm smile as he let her into his suite.

Dana was on her guard right away, but he surprised her by behaving like a perfect gentleman all through the dinner. In fact, she was starting to feel slightly disappointed in him. She had more than expected him to come on to her, and she was starting to like the idea. True, Ron had giving her a fucking which should have satisfied her for their rest of the trip, but already she was starting to feel horny again. She had pretty much decided that if Chuck propositioned her a second time, she would take him up on his offer.

After dinner, they took their drinks out on the terrace, which had an excellent view of the city and the harbor. It all looked so pristine and clear in the late evening sunset. "Well, Dana, how do you like your vacation so far?" Chuck asked.

_"It's marvelous," Dana replied with a sigh. "I just wish it didn't have to end so soon. A week here just doesn't seem long enough."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he told her with a smile, "but wouldn't it be even more pleasurable if you could get laid?"

There was the pitch. It was a little more blunt than what she was expecting, but no matter how it was worded, it all boiled down to one thing-he wanted to fuck her. Dana felt her body tingle with arousal and excitement. But she didn't want to come across as too eager, so she just smiled, sipped her drink, and said calmly, "But, of course, Chuck. Sex always makes things better. However, since my husband isn't here, I guess I'll just have to make the most of the situation."

He leaned closer to her, his eyes scanning her deep ripe cleavage. "Honey, you are not getting the message," he told her. "Your husband is a few thousand miles away. He can't possibly know what you may or may not be doing. Now, if you feel as if you want, or need, a man, I'm right here, and you know that I would be more than happy to help you out."

Dana enjoyed teasing him. "Help me out?" she said sweetly. "Just what do you meant by that, Chuck."

He put his hand on her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Come on, sweetheart," he grinned, "quit putting me on. I'm asking you if you are horny and want to go to bed. I can't make it any clearer than that."

"And you are asking a married woman to have an affair-with a married man?"

"An affair?" Chuck laughed lightly. "It wouldn't be as serious as all that, Dana. Nothing to get uptight about. I'm just saying that your husband and my wife aren't here, so why shouldn't we help one another out? It wouldn't have to be any big deal, no serious emotional attachments, just good healthy fun, and no one would have to know."

It was time to stop playing games, Dana decided. Her pussy was aflame with need, and Chuck was starting to get slightly impatient. "All right, Chuck," she said, smiling seductively at him. "I agree. Let's do it."