Negotiating With Isabella.
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Sex sells: Isabella's New Skills.
Isabella Cobelli admired her reflection in the mirror. As you could guess from the name, Isabella had Italian roots.
Her father emigrated from Italy in the eighties and met and married Isabella's English mother.
Isabella was an only child and after her father passed away suddenly when she was 14, she became very close to her mum.
Now 23 years old and graduated with an honors degree in marketing, she had matured into a beautiful young woman. Isabella had Raven-black straight hair which hung all the way down to the small of her back. She often wore it in a French plait which meant her pretty face was plain to see.
Isabella had light olive skin and funnily enough an sprinkling of freckles across her nose. Her hazel colored eyes were almond shaped and her eyebrows were thicker than was considered classical beauty. Her lips looked eminently kissable.
Today Isabella had chosen a slightly daring red lipstick to emphasize the shape of her pretty mouth.
Her outfit was business-like and sexy at the same time. Thigh high stockings under a grey pencil skirt, topped by a matching Bolero jacket over a semi sheer impeccable white blouse. Isabella liked to dress in pretty underwear and had chosen a half-cup lace bra and matching thong. To complete the look, she had chosen two inch heels in black to give her a little more height than her 1 meter 65.
So, why all this bother to get all dressed up? After graduating Isabella tried to break into a marketing job. As the economy was in a major dip, jobs in marketing were few and far between. In fact marketing experts were all looking over their shoulders, hoping not to get their exit cards.
Isabella got a job eventually in sales. Not her strongest point and she hated when people assumed that sales and marketing were one and the same. ECO-Hygiene was an up and coming supplier of Eco-friendly products for industrial use.
After two months there Isabella's sales figures were under target, and she was concerned that she might just get her marching orders if she didn't at least hit her goals. As a newcomer she was assigned an area in which her predecessor had failed to drum up enough business. This geographically difficult area lay half in the urban sprawl of London and half in the leafy suburbs of Sussex. Isabella was struggling and desperate to get some decent sales under her belt. Thus, what a relief it was when, two weeks ago, all of the sales reps were invited for a weekend sales seminar in one London's prestigious hotels. All of this on their free time of course.
After checking in on Friday evening, Isabella decided to have one glass of wine at the bar to see if there was any male talent attending the seminar. For some reason, despite her beauty, she didn't seem to be able to hold down a relationship for long. Men of her own age bored her. They were mostly full of themselves and only wanted to talk about their amazing feats. Isabella had missed a father for her formative years and found herself graduating towards more mature men. Problem there was that most of them were married, or un-marriable, or just plain creepy.
As she sat at the bar observing the melee of sales reps loudly proclaiming their victories, Isabella was shocked when a woman sat next to her and offered her a drink.
"Kate", the woman said.
"Excuse me?" replied Isabella.
"Kate Connors. Senior sales director for South East" came the reply.
"Oh, nice to meet you." Said Isabella. "Isabella Cobrelli, My friends call me Izzy" she replied offering her hand to Kate who shook it firmly.
"So what do you think? Any talent in here tonight?" asked Kate.
Isabella blushed.
"Aw come on", said Kate. "I know the drill. Been here many times and had my share of dalliances"
"Well" said Isabella "Up until now, not much interesting to see here. Just lot of guys full of themselves holding a pissing contest."
Kate laughed out loud. "I like it" she said. "You call it as it is young lady."
"What in god's name brings a beautiful woman like you to a sales conference for Industrial Hygiene products?"
"Well, it wasn't my first choice, and it may not be sexy, but it pays the rent." Answered Isabella.
"It should damn well do more than just pay the rent." Answered Kate. "What are your sales figures like?" she asked.
Isabella blushed once more. "It's a struggle." She answered. "I haven't been able to score any big accounts yet and I am worried I might not hit the target."
"Well maybe I can help you." Replied Kate. "After all I didn't get my position by not meeting my sales targets."
"Tell me your tactics." Kate asked.
"Well, I like to dress in a business attire so that I look serious about the product. I make sure I know all of the specs of the particular products that I want to sell on the day, so I am well prepared for the pitch. But somehow it just seems to fall flat when I am there."
"What is business attire?" Kate asked.
"Trouser suit with a nice blouse. Low heels for practicality." Isabella replied.
"Humph," snorted Kate. "No wonder that the presentations fall flat. You need to make it personal. Sure, you should be all business, but you need to be sexy too. Let me guess, most of the clients are 45 plus males bored out of their minds. You need to give their day a boost. Bring something that gets their attention, and not just the product. Don't forget there are a so many industrial hygiene products on the market, and they all do the same thing. You need to make the men want to see YOU again."
Isabella listened carefully to this charismatic woman, totally in awe of her self-confidence. She quietly wished she could be like her.
Kate continued. "I have done all sorts to get my sales figures up, including entertaining the clients in the broadest possible sense. These men have a boring married vanilla life. They crave excitement and attention. While their wives are away at the Rotary Club organizing charity things, the men are sitting home bored out of their skulls. Work is the same thing day after day until YOU show up. Not in a pantsuit and a blouse laced up to the neck, but in something which gives their fantasy food for thought. The women too. I have also put myself out there and entertained women."
Isabella was shocked and blushed intensely. Kate was basically saying she should whore herself out to get the sale.
"Women too?" she asked shyly.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it." Replied Kate. "I have had amazing encounters with women too. And though I am not gay, I do enjoy a dally with the softer sex. Haven't you ever experimented in college?"
Isabella felt like she was turning purple. "No. Never." She replied.
"Well play your cards right and tonight might be the first night." Kate replied.
Isabella was shocked and turned on at the same time.
What if she could seduce her regional sales manager? She thought. That might go some way to keeping her job.
Kate signaled the bartender. "A bottle of champagne." She ordered. The bartender nodded and made a gesture toward a booth on the other side of the bar.
Kate wasted no time and took Isabella's hand in hers, dragging her across the bar.
The sat next to each other, watching the show.
Kate turned to Isabella. "Drink up. The show has just begun. Just watch how stupid it gets."
Isabella took a sip of her glass and sat back to observe. "Idiots," she thought. "Tomorrow they will be too hungover to follow the seminar."
The buzz from the champagne made Isabella relax and she began to fire more questions at Kate.
"What did you do with all those male clients then?" she asked.
"Everything." Replied Kate. "From flirting to blow jobs, from blow jobs to sex, to threesomes, to gang bangs. Just as long as I got my sales. My commissions were huge, I bought my house and car for cash with everything I earned. Men are stupid. They think with their dick, and once that is engaged then they will sign anything."
"And the women then?" asked Isabella.
"Ah that is a different story." Kate replied. "That needs a lot more subtlety."
"I can show you if you want." Kate offered.
Isabella though about it for some minutes, whilst watching the meat market in front of them.
"Okay." She said. "Show me."
Kate turned to her in shock. "Really?" She asked.
"Yes really." Isabella replied. "I have nothing to lose and everything to gain from your experience. And besides, for some reason the thought of it makes me horny."
"Right." Said Kate. "Let's take this upstairs."
Kate took Isabella by the hand and lead her to the lifts. They stepped in together and Kate pushed the button for the top floor. As soon as the lift doors closed, she took Isabella in her arms and kissed her gently on the lips. Isabella swooned from the alcohol and the excitement of this new adventure. It didn't take long before she responded to Kate, kissing her passionately back, her tongue exploring Kate's mouth.
Kate moaned with pleasure. "Umm; Hmm. You're good at this. Sure you haven't tried this before?"
Isabella grinned and said. "Definitely not. Good catholic upbringing don't you know."
They arrived at Kate's floor and exited the lift. Kate's suite was just a few meters away, and when they got there Kate fumbled to get the key to work. Isabella took the key from her gently and held it against the lock. She was amazingly calm, determined to enjoy the ride wherever that might take her.
Laughing, both Kate and Isabella fell through the door into the suite. Isabella couldn't help but be impressed. "So, this is what a Senior regional manager gets," she thought. "Not bad at all."
There was a bottle of champagne on ice on the hall table and Kate proceeded to open it.
She poured two glasses and passed one to Isabella. "Cheers Izzy." She said, raising her glass.
"Cheers." Isabella replied.
Kate took a draught and put her glass on the table. She took Isabella in her arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. Isabella responded with her tongue and soon they were locked in a passionate embrace.
Kate opened the buttons on Isabella's blouse one by one until it was completely open.
She pushed the blouse back over Isabella's shoulders leaving er bra exposed. Kate bent forward and kissed Isabella's tits through the bra. Isabella held her breath, not knowing how she would react.
She was surprised that it really turned her on to have all this attention to her tits. She felt her panties getting moist.
Isabella decided to take some initiative herself, and opened the buttons on Kate's blouse. Kate groaned in anticipation. Isabella rubbed her thumb over Kate's right nipple and then over the left. Kate groaned even harder. Isabella moved her finger under the fabric of Kate's bra and pinched gently with her thumb and forefinger on Kate's nipples.
Kate moved her arms around Isabella's back and unclasped her bra, freeing her 32c tits. Isabella's nipples were hard as bullets. Kate couldn't resist and lowered her mouth on first one and then the other nipple.
Isabella felt a shockwave go through her whole body. Her juices were now flowing freely and she felt her panties get dripping wet. Not to be outdone she released Kate's 36 c tits from their restraint and copied Kate's sucking and licking.
Kate almost crumpled at the knees. For a first timer Isabella sure learned quickly.
"Wait." She said. "Let's take this to the bed."
"Yes please." said Isabella.
They half stumbled to the bed, taking their skirts off in the process.
Isabella stood before Kate with only her panties and her thigh high stocking still left on. Her cunt was on fire and leaking like a fire hydrant. Her juices were running down her thighs.
Kate took a moment to admire this beautiful woman in front of her before slowly rolling her panties down her thighs, over the stockings and down to the floor.
Isabella stepped out of her panties. She lay down on the bed, her hand demurely over her cunt.
Kate knelt down at the side of the bed and removed Isabella's hand from her cunt. Kate sat admiring the neatly trimmed cunt in front of her, all the while sniffing the scent of Isabella's sex.
Isabella was panting with desire. Her cunt on fire, her juices flowing freely and her nipples hard and sore. The anticipation of what was about to happen was excruciating.
And then. Kate leaned forward and drew her tongue slowly from the bottom of Isabella's lips. Slowly licking and penetrating Isabella's sex.
Isabella held her breath. Her heart was beating at 200 beats per minute, or so she thought.
Kate was gentle. Each time drawing her tongue from under to above. Gently she penetrated Isabella with first one, and the two fingers. Isabella gasped.
Kate moved once more upwards, and this time stopped at Isabella's clit. She gently licked at Isabella's love bud taking it gently between her lips and massaging it with her tongue.
Inside Isabella something exploded. Her brain seemed to short circuit and her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Her hands grabbed the back of Kate's head and pushed her harder into her cunt. Her orgasm was coming and there was nothing going to stop it.
A tsunami of electric shocks shot through Isabella's body. There was no more control. Her muscles and nerves exploded in ecstasy and her juices simply spurted out of her cunt. Isabella screamed her orgasm out as hard as she could. It was an animalistic sound which she had never heard before.
Kate was unmerciful. She kept licking at Isabella's clit, each time eliciting a new spasmic reaction.
Finally, Isabella had to ask Kate to stop as she could not take anymore.
Kate took Isabella in her arms on the bed, and they spooned for some time until Isabella had stopped shaking.
"That was incredible." Isabella said. "I have never orgasmed like that before with any man."
"Yes." Said Kate. "Men don't always know where a woman's most sensitive spot is. They often think they are great lovers, but women know better."
"So what about you Kate?" asked Isabella. "I would like to repay the favor if you would teach me."
"You don't need to." Kate said. "I got a great deal of pleasure watching you come."
"But I would like to. And besides you were going to help me get those sales. So I also need to know how to seduce a woman, should that come up." Said Isabella.
Kate felt something stirring. How could this pretty young thing be turning her on so easily.
"Ok, let me get in position." Kate said. She shoved Isabella away and laid on her back on the king size bed.
Isabella approached her from below her feet. She bent over and traced her tongue along Kate's calves, moving slowly upward. Isabella was careful not to miss any part of Kate's legs. As she proceeded upward, she could hear Kate's breathing becoming shallower and more excited.
Isabella stopped just short of Kate's Cunt. She moved upwards over Kate's body to her magnificent tits and bit gently on Kate's right nipple. Another groan from Kate, whose hands flew downwards to her clit rubbing furiously.
Isabella took Kate's hand and drew it upwards to her mouth, sucking each finger dry.
Kate was groaning and begging now. Please Izzy, don't let me wait.
Izzy dived downwards and gave Kate's outer lips a long lick. Her tongue shot into Kate's opening for a second which made Kate jump.
Isabella found Kate's clit a gave it the same treatment she had received. Gently encapsulating it with her lips, whilst massaging it with her tongue.
Kate was panting now. "Oh, Oh, Oh," a long deep moan, coming from the depth of her body.
Isabella inserted a finger into Kate. Another deep moan. Isabella withdrew her finger and moved it to Kate's rosebud, massaging Kate's juices around that star. Kate went wild. Isabella went back for more lubrication from Kate's cunt and repeated the process. This time she put some pressure on the opening.
All this time she was still massaging Kate's clit with her tongue. Kate cried out. "Yes, yes, do it."
Isabella took this as a sign and pushed her finger into Kate's ass. With a pop it went inside.
Isabella waited for Kate to get used to the sensation before starting to move her finger in and out of Kate's asshole.
Kate lost it completely and her orgasm came like the rush from some indescribable pleasure drug.
She was shouting random unintelligible words and thrashing with her head from side to side.
Isabella held her tight through the orgasm. She withdrew her finger from Kate and held her tight against her own body.
Kate spasmed for five minutes before falling into a blissful sleep in Isabella's arms.
Both Isabella and Kate woke some hours later still spooning each other in the king size bed.
Kate turned to Isabella and stroked her hair gently. "Good morning lover." She said with a grin.
"Umm Hmm. Let me sleep, I'm having such a nice dream about sex with a woman, and I am about to come," replied Isabella.
Kate laughed. "That was not a dream honey. I can honestly say I have never come so hard in my life as I did last night. Thank you." With that she planted a kiss on Isabella's lips.
"No. Thank you." Isabella replied. "I never realized that making love with a woman could be so pleasurable. So soft and so nice to both receive and to give so much pleasure."
"I still like men though. It's just different. Thank you for opening my eyes." She kissed Kate back.
Kate laughed. "Me too honey. But it's fine to take advantage of everything that's on offer."
Kate and Isabella chatted for an hour before heading down to the seminar. Kate gave Isabella lots of tips for her sales pitch for which Isabella was very grateful. They parted with a kiss and promised to catch up again in the near future.
Isabella spent the rest of the day in a sort of trance, barely able to believe the events of the previous evening. She had learned more outside the seminar than from the seminar itself.
The Crown Hotel.
The seminar was two weeks earlier and Isabella had been practicing the tactics she had learned from Kate with some success. Gone were the trouser suits and the low heeled shoes. Now she dressed to impress in a different way.
Most of her clients were indeed 45 plus men, and they seemed to perk up no end when Isabella appeared. A little flirting, a flash of her bra, a short skirt rising up to the top of her thigh highs, was usually enough to get a signature on the sales contract. Sex sells she realized.
Today she had an appointment at the Crown Hotel in the countryside of Sussex. Isabella loved traveling through the rolling landscape to the most picturesque villages and was certainly not disappointed when she pulled up to the front of the hotel. It was an old country mansion at the front, but had, according to Isabella's research some eighty rooms added, with a swimming pool and sauna.
The owner Peter Talbot was an interesting character. At 49 and a former professional rugby player, he had inherited the family business and transformed it into one of Sussex's best kept secrets. The Hotel enjoyed a good reputation and was a bolting hole for well to do Londoners looking for a discrete break away from the pressure of the city, and sometimes also from their spouses.
For some reason, despite her recent success, Isabella was nervous. She checked her lipstick, opened the top button of her blouse and stepped out of the car into the fresh country air.
As she approached the reception, she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors in the lobby.
"Not bad at all, Cobrelli." She thought.
She was greeted by a friendly receptionist.
"Good afternoon, my name is Isabella Cobrelli and I have an appointment with Peter Talbot." She said.
The receptionist motioned for Isabella to take a seat, and promptly picked up the telephone.
"Good afternoon, Peter, a miss Cobrelli is here for you." Isabella heard her say.
"Aha." Thought Isabella, "She called him Peter. That tells me they are on informal terms here."
"He'll be with you in a moment." The receptionist said. Isabella nodded.
Looking around the lobby, Isabella was impressed. It exuded a certain exclusivity, but at the same time it was intimate rather than pompous.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a rather booming voice.
"Miss Cobrelli?"
"Yes." She replied.
"I'm Peter Talbot, but please call met Peter."
As she looked up, Isabella saw a tall, handsome man. He still had the build of a rugby player and when he offered her a hand, she noticed that his hands were much larger than average.
"Nice to meet you Peter," Isabella replied. "I'm Isabella."
"Italian?" Peter asked.
"Half, my father was Italian, my mum is English."
"Aha." Said Peter. "Well welcome to the Crown Hotel. "he added.
"Thank you." Isabella replied. "It's very impressive." She smiled.
"Shall we go to my office to discuss your proposal?" Peter asked.
"Please, I will follow you." Isabella replied.
All during the conversation Isabella was studying Peter, and she liked what she saw. He was ruggedly handsome, and his eyes sparkled with a sort of mischievousness.
Peter was studying Isabella too. He wondered why she was here to pitch an Industrial hygiene product. Her face was radiant, and her body was simply magnificent. Peter had a soft spot for women who knew how to dress stylishly, and Isabella had knocked the ball out of the park as far as he was concerned.
Once they arrived in Peter's office, he offered Isabella a refreshment. She chose a glass of water and sipped it discretely before opening her attaché case to take out the information she wanted to share with Peter who had taken a seat behind his desk.
Peter stopped her there. "Listen." He said. "I know what your product does, and I really don't need a demonstration of a detergent for industrial dishwashers. So, let's just cut to the chase and talk numbers."
Slightly taken aback, Isabella pulled out a sheet with prices. She felt a little under pressure and the office was quite warm. She also had a rising warmth in her body which had never happened with other clients.
Isabella removed her jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. Through her semi sheer blouse, the outline of her bra was clearly visible. Her nipples seemed to have developed a will of their own were slightly harder than normal and poked at the edge of the half cups.
Isabella laid the price sheet on the desk and began to talk prices. Peter hesitated, and stood up from behind his desk, walking around so that he and Isabella could look at the sheet together.
He stood close to Isabella and could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating. Peter had to force himself to focus on the task at hand.
"So, if I just order on a monthly basis then I expect that we would use approximately 10 capsules of the detergent and four of the after rinse capsules. That's about 2000 quid a month. Currently we spend about 1900, but we're not happy with the results. So, the price is not a problem."
"Yes." Said Isabella. "But I can offer you a better deal if you sign up for a year. You see if you sign a contract for a year, then we can give you 15% discount and you can order on a call off basis each month."
"I understand." Said Peter, "but 1700 per month times 12 is 20,400 per year. That's a large amount to have to pay in one go."
"Ah yes." said Isabella "But the beauty of my deal is that you can also pay by the month. All I need is for you to sign for the year, and you can still pay less each month than you do now, with a better result."
Isabella felt flushed. She didn't know if it was the rush of the deal or was it the closeness of this handsome guy standing next to her.
"Hmm." Said Peter. "Let me think about it for a minute." He went silent. Then he turned to Isabella and asked. "How badly do you need this deal?"
Isabella got his drift straight away. "Well, I have made my sales targets already this quarter, but this would be the cherry on the cake for me." Her mind was racing. She was aroused and thought.
"Dammit, I would do this for no deal at this stage." She thought about the stories Kate had told her and that how sometimes Kate had fucked clients after the deal just because she fancied them.
Isabella sat on one of the two chairs in front of Peter's desk. It was a sort of bucket chair which had the effect that her knees were higher than her ass. No matter which way she sat her skirt rode up her thighs slightly.
Peter sat on the edge of his desk enjoying the view. He had already made up his mind to sign but wanted to have a little fun too. The sight of the tops of Isabella's thigh highs had stirred something in his trousers and he had difficulty finding the right position.
Isabella crossed her legs and uncrossed them, not sure what was most comfortable. Finally, she settled on just putting both feet on the floor. She squeezed her thighs together but couldn't hold that for long. She had to release the pressure and in doing so she afforded Peter a glimpse of her already damp thong.
"Damn." Thought Peter. "She is less than half my age, but she is hot."
Isabella spoke first. "You know Peter. If you sign for the sale, maybe we could consummate our new partnership." Then she blushed, realizing the slip she had made with her statement.
"Consummate?" Thought Peter. "That sounds promising."
"How about you give me a little something to encourage me." He asked.
Isabella smiled. She opened another button on her blouse exposing the middle part of her bra.
"Go on." Said Peter. "Don't stop now."
Isabella opened another button and pushed the blouse open exposing her perky tits in the half cups. Her nipples were now straining the fabric of the bra to the point that they were almost escaping their confines.
Peter took a pen in his hand and held it over the contract. He looked at Isabella and raised his right eyebrow.
Isabella opened the last button of her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. The blouse hung loose at her sides and her tits were fully exposed.
Peter's cock was now at full attention and had created a proper tent in his trousers. Isabella stared at him, thinking of how big it looked. Her cunt was now leaking like crazy and het panties were soaking wet.
As Peter leaned over to sign the paper, Isabella shed her blouse and started to unfasten her bra. She was on fire and filled with lust. All attempt at subtle seduction had left her mind. She wanted to get properly fucked now.
Peter signed the contract and walked to the door of his office, turning the key. The office was located in the older part of the hotel and was probably soundproofed by the thick walls and heavy door.
Isabella shed her bra, leaving her beautiful pert tits exposed.
Peter approached her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, taking each tit in one hand and gently massaging them. His hands wandered up to Isabella's nipples, which were now standing erect like bullets, and gently pinched each one. Isabella groaned as the shock waves spread through her body.
Peters hands roamed down Isabella's body, along her sensitive sides to the top of her skirt, Expertly he found the zipper at the side and tugged it downward until it was fully open. The skirt slid slowly down Isabella's legs and landed in a heap at her feet.
Isabella stepped out of her skirt and kicked it aside. She shed her blouse and turned toward Peter.
Without a word she unzipped his fly. Her hands found his belt buckle and opened that too.
With a gentle push, Peters trousers ended around his ankles. Soon his boxers joined them as Isabella kept her hands busy.
Peter's straining cock was now free, and Isabella took a moment to admire it. It was not particularly long, but it's girth was impressive. She wondered if she would be able to manage it.
Peter tucked his thumbs under Isabella's thong and slid it down her legs. Now she was naked except for her heels and her stockings. Peter took a deep breath in admiration of this heavenly body in front of him.
Isabella spoke. "Peter, I don't want to ruin the foreplay, but I need your cock in me now."
Peter smiled. "I thought you'd never ask." He said. He turned Isabella towards his desk and bent her over at the waist.
Without ceremony, Peter rubbed his cock up and down Isabella's cunt before finding her hole. He entered her gently, pushing his cock in until it met with resistance.
"Oh! Oh! It's so big. I don't know if I can take it all." Isabella cried out.
Peter withdrew his cock a little and pushed inwards again, this time a little farther.
"Oh my God! You're stretching me, but I love it!" exclaimed Isabella.
She felt an orgasm already building.
Peter withdrew until only the bulbous head of his cock was inside Isabella and she whimpered from not being filled.
Peter pushed back in again. This time he bottomed out and his balls were against Isabella's cunt.
"Yes." Hissed Isabella.
Peter moved back and forward in a slow rhythm. Each time withdrawing until almost completely out of Isabella's cunt, and then with a long stroke in again.
Isabella's breathing was shallow as her pleasure built and built.
She pushed back against Peter's thrusts as if she wanted to get him even deeper into her.
Peter's thrusts came faster and faster and soon he was slamming his cock deep into Isabella, his balls slapping against her with each thrust.
Isabella's eyes rolled upwards in her head. She had never felt so much pleasure with a man before.
A tidal wave of ecstasy raced over her whole body and she began to tremble and shake as her orgasm hit hard. Peter kept on slamming into her through the orgasm until the feeling subsided.
Peter was not done yet. He had incredible stamina and kept fucking Isabella as if she was some sort of ragdoll.
Isabella felt another orgasm building and gave herself completely over to the feeling coursing through her body. Without warning she came again. This time much harder than the first and she yelled it out from the pleasure washing over her. But no sound came from her throat. Just a short of high pitched squeal.
Peter was sweating as he fucked Isabella and felt his own orgasm rising. "I'm going to come!" he exclaimed.
"Come in me Peter. Fill me with your come." Isabella replied.
Peter couldn't hold back anymore. He felt his sperm rising and suddenly he was spouting it into Isabella's hot cunt.
Peter collapsed on top of Isabella, barely able to hold himself up.
They untangled themselves and flopped into the chairs. Peter spoke first.
"That was incredible. I have never had such rampant sex before." He panted, trying to catch his breath.
"If I am honest." Isabella replied. "I wanted to fuck you with or without the contract." She smiled.
Peter laughed out loud. "But why?" he asked. "I am twice your age. Surely there must be studs your own age who would last longer than me."
"Peter, despite the age difference, you are a handsome man, and you have a magnificent cock. Besides that, men of my own age bore me. They have no experience and are full of their own ego's. I reckon that you are a great lover and a caring man. That means more to me than all that showing off." Isabella replied.
Again, Peter laughed. "Well, that was amazing. I for one am hungry after that exercise. What do you say I treat you to dinner?"
"I would love to Peter." Isabella replied. "Where and when?"
"Well here and now of course." Peter replied. "No point in having a hotel with a fine dining restaurant if you don't get to use it every now and then."
"Great." Said Isabella, "But I need to get cleaned up before I appear in public."
"Don't worry." Said Peter. I will get you a room to clean up in.
Peter organized a room for Isabella and met her in the lobby a short time later.
They went to dine together and shared stories of their lives. Peter told how his wife had passed away and that he had no desire to settle down with anyone else. Isabella told of her father passing away so young and her missing a male figure in her formative years.
They enjoyed a wonderful evening together and it was late before the parted.
As a parting remark, Isabella said. "You know Peter that Eco-Hygiene has a whole range of products for cleaning in hotels, swimming pools and saunas. Perhaps we can make another appointment to discuss the possibilities."
Peter looked directly at Isabella and answered, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint.
"I would love to discuss every possibility with you Isabella. Why don't we schedule a new appointment for next week?"
Isabella smiled. "I would love to. I will get back to you for a time and day."
"By the way," said Peter, "Say hi to Kate Connors for me."
Isabella's eyes opened wide, and her jaw dropped. "How do you know Kate?" she asked.
"Long time ago, a different adventure, before I was married." Peter replied winking at her.
Isabella blushed. She quickly gave Peter a peck on the cheek and walked away laughing quietly to herself. She waved as she walked through the entrance. Peter waved back.
Isabella couldn't wait for the next appointment.
Based on a post by Ostrich Mack for Literotica.