So[m]ehow turning Brexit into a hot [f]uck. | 2016

One of the best perks of my job is conferences and trade shows. I attend them all the time. While the remainder of my coworkers are back in the good ole US or A doing whatever the fuck it is they do, I get to fly across the world, stay in great hotels, and take folks to dinner. I love it.

One such occasion found me in London a couple weeks ago amid all the Brexit stuff (I'm from Texas, so we Americans already did the Brexit thing, as far as I'm concerned). On my final night there, I decided that it would be prudent to stay in at the hotel bar instead of hitting the town. I saw several of the faces I had been seeing for days. They were also still dressed in business clothes so clearly a lot of people were taking the "stay in" approach. Among the group was a gorgeous brunette named Sarah (real name changed, for obvious reasons). She was probably in her early thirties, 5'2", 110 lbs, 34B tits (a guess), and a sultry British accent. She was wearing a grey business dress that hugged her body and her shapely ass perfectly. As it turns out, she was totally against Brexit. I used that as an excuse to spend the night singing to her the glories of 'Murica and other freedom-like things.

As the group continued to grow, Sarah and I isolated ourselves more and more, standing within the mix of dozens of people but mainly talking just to each other. As the drinks kept coming and the night wore on, the jokes and stories became increasingly crass, and Sarah would occasionally grab my arm as she would laugh hysterically. I told her that ladies who could take a dirty joke had a special place in my heart. She sheepishly responded that she could take a lot more than a joke, but was laughing hysterically before she could finish the sentence, leading me to believe that she was just continuing the theme of dirty jokes that developed.

We walked up to the bar to join a group of conference goers that were buying shots. Sarah squeezed in towards the counter between a couple of people and I stood behind her. As I told the bartender what I wanted, I leaned in towards Sarah and reached around (behind) her waist to get a hold of the bar counter. To my surprise, she leaned in towards me and my hand instinctively found her waist. My cock reacted and hardened slightly against the fabric of her dress. She just looked at me and smiled as we got our shots and downed them. Liquid courage. I told her that I wanted to hear more about what she meant by her previous dirty joke. She laughed and said that she had to run to the restroom and then head upstairs for the night, but asked if I would wait for her to come out. I agreed and figured that I read the situation completely incorrectly.

I signed my bill while waiting for her. Five minutes later she comes back smiling and simply says that I should go towards the restrooms and look inside the black vase for a good joke. I had lost interest by this point, but realized immediately that it wasn't fair of me to do that. As she signs her bill, I go to the vase and look inside. To my surprise, scrunched and tucked inside was a lacy black thong.. My cock stiffened. Realizing that I was the dumbass holding women's underwear in the middle of a hallway, I shoved the thong in my pocket and raced back to the bar area to see Sarah waiting by the elevators looking at me and smiling. We got on with another couple. They got off at the next floor and we were immediately all over each other, making out hungrily with tongues exploring.

We got to her floor and made it to her door. As she fumbled through her wristlet she told me how soaking wet her pussy was. I pressed against her backside and she laughs saying that she can feel how hard I was. Within moments we were inside, grabbing each other and kissing fiercely. I unzipped her dress and peeled it and her bra off to find a lithe, sexy body, and the most amazing pair of tits. Her black heels stayed on which made me rock hard, not to mention that I had her thong in my hand again. As we kissed again, I palmed each breast squeezing them and grazing her nipples. She dropped to her knees in front of those well placed hotel mirrors (the one that is always by the bathroom, near the entryway) and took off my pants and boxers. The image that is still ingrained in my head is this sexy woman looking at me in the mirror and bobbing up and down on my cock, her saliva soaking my shaft, pooling at the base, and dripping down on to her thighs. I held the back of her head and fucked her mouth.

After about ten minutes of her cock teasing I helped her up to her feet and she started walking to the bed. I grabbed her by the waist and guided her to the corner highback chair and ottoman. As it turns out, ottomans (cushions, not the Turks) make for great fuckin. She instinctively leaned forward and was on all fours, her hands gripping the arms of a high back chair and her knees on the ottoman. I leaned in behind her and kissed the back of her pussy, using my tongue to explore her folds. The sweetness and and scent were amazing. I pushed my tongue deep into her, exploring her, hearing her moans and feeling her writhe. After several minutes, I flattened my tongue out and licked from her pussy up towards her ass. The closer to her ass I got, the deeper her moans got. I took that as a sign to continue and began licking her asshole slowly and teasingly. I asked if I could finger her ass to which she only moaned. I pressed a finger slowly into her ass and used my other hand to reach under and rub her clit while again licking her from behind. Within minutes Sarah was convulsing from a shaking orgasm.

My cock strained from being so hard. I practically ripped my shirt off and rubbed the head of my cock up and down along her backside. She stopped me momentarily so that she could get on the bed (her hands and knees had gotten tired). She moved to the bed, onto her back and gave me the most slutty "come fuck me" look. Her pussy lips were swollen and slightly parted from being so. I reached down and squeezed her tits, this time I gently gently pinched and rolled her nipple between my fingers. She hissed a "yessssss" as her eyes closed. Right before I pushed my cock into her she told me that she had a condom in her travel bag. I ran over and got it, sliding it on, and coming back to Sarah's gorgeous pussy. I teased her with my cock and pushed deep into her petite, wet pussy. The heat and her tightness was incredible. I held her legs by her ankles at the edge of the bed and thrusted into her repeatedly as she groaned and squeezed her own nipples now. I built a pace and railed her pussy to which she began moaning louder and louder, begging me to pound her. I got close to the edge and stopped as I didn't want to end too quickly. She asked if I could fuck her in prone position and finger her ass again because she wanted to cum.

All I could do was groan and flip her over. She instinctively reached back and spread her own ass cheeks. I leaned in and licked her ass again, making it glisten in the hotel room light...this time she squirmed and begged me to make her cum. I got behind her and easily slid in. I soon had my thumb stretching her ass and was riding her pussy from behind. Within a minute Sarah had buried her face in a pillow and was screaming that she was cumming. I could feel her pussy clenching and dripping. I took a few final thrusts and pulled out, pulling the condom off and cumming all over her ass and lower back. I'm not sure that was part of her plan, but she didn't seem to mind it.

I helped her clean up, we ordered room service, watched TV and then went at it one more time. It was actually much more passionate and not nearly as GoneWild as the first time. Unfortunately, I had to leave the next morning and come back to reality. We texted back and forth for a few days, but have since lost touch. Sarah, if you are reading this, maybe it's time for you to make your Brexit...