It was the most natural sound in the world after a long week's intense business negotiations. The pop of a champagne cork. I had been looking forward to hearing it all week and had expected to hear it, knowing that I would get the deal wrapped up. What I hadn't expected, however, was to be looking across the table at an exquisite brunette and seeing her teasing, electric-sexy eyes as the cork exited the bottle of Krug Clos du Mesnil.
We were sitting together in a bar near my hotel in a fashionable arrondissment in Paris. We had sat side by side all week during the negotiations - she had been assigned to me as translator. We had quickly become confidantes. I soon found myself sharing my strategy with her and she soon proved to be more than a translator, feeding me with good ideas. The rush of wrapping up a multi-million euro deal was now both of ours to share.
The clientele in the bar was far too snobby and far too stuck up to contain this odd, budding sexual tension between Sophie and I. But it was perhaps for the best, I thought to myself, for that sexual tension had caught me unawares and I hadn't yet figured out how to tackle it. I was a married man, after all, and my head was usually so wrapped around business that these fledglings visions in my head of having her thighs wrapped around my head were making my heart beat faster. I was out of training when it came to flirting. It was as though I had forgotten how to read the signals.
Looking back, I suppose I should have seen it coming. In the course of the five days of negotiations, we had grown closer. I had noticed the increase in brief physical contact - hands brushing together, arms pressed close as we walked, the French cheek kisses gradually edging closer to the mouth and lasting just that little bit longer. But now here I was. Alone with her in a bar. Celebrating. And noticing, quite suddenly, how stunning and lovely she was.
If I was 38 going on 30, she was 25 going on heaven. How couldn't I have noticed all these details before? My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her. Rich, chestnut hair dancing playfully on her shoulders, slim frame with an amply-filled bra, long legs and a perfect ass. And those eyes. I mentioned them before, I know, but electric-sexy says it all. I was sure that all week they were intense and passionate but now they were firing off signals that I was almost afraid of interpreting.
"Cheers, Martin. Congratulations." Her voice silky smooth, just throaty enough and with just enough French accent to maintain that irresistible charm.
"Sophie, I couldn't have done it without you. Cheers."
We sipped our Clos du Mesnil and let the bubbles do their wicked work. I should have been sitting there feeling like the king of the business world - as I usually do after wrapping up big deals - but I discovered I was feeling rather like a teenager again. Wondering what to do and planning vague, badly-organised excuses for leaving. Despite the obviousness of what was unfolding before me.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on which side of my brain you were listening to, Sophie was far too brazen, far too driven and far too adult for my own good.
"Martin, I don't think we need waste time analyzing the situation. We both know what's going to happen. The sooner it happens the better." Her eyes were fixed on mine as she spoke. Her voice was low and hoarse. Her intent was clear. I swallowed hard. And in one flashing moment I was reduced to jelly. My willpower had left the building.
How we got from there to here is irrelevant. For here is where I wanted to be. On my back in my hotel suite with Sophie now naked and astride me, her taut ass rising and falling as she fucked my cock with her tight cunt, her lips kissing me hungrily, her bilingual moans vibrating in my ears right into my soul. And I kissed her just as hungrily back and let my own hips rise to meet her, fucking my cock up into her. It was a whirlwind of sex: heated, hard and soft all at once, mutual and passionate. It was an affair at it's very best.
And there we remained for the better part of an entire weekend, subsisting on room service and Krug champagne and fucking each other as good as we knew how. My cock found it's way into her every eager hole and she did things to me that are probably illegal in some countries. It was glorious.
I was thrilled and surprised to discover her passion for feeling my cock in her ass and was always eager to exploit it. If her cunt was silky, hot and tight, her ass was a red-hot pinhole. Never had I felt such tightness, such heat swallowing my cock. Her fucking moans lowered a notch when I fucked her in the ass, taking on a guttural, animalistic tone. She swung her head from side to side with every one of my rough thrusts.
Needless to say, I was quite taken with Sophie and fleeting thoughts about giving up my life in order to be with her started popping in and out of my head. Just the sex talking, I was sure, but the fact remained that she was fantastic and she had managed to wrap me around her slim, exquisite finger.
On the late morning of the third day of our affair things took a fateful turn. We were in the shower in my hotel suite. Soaping each other up, teasing each other playfully. My cock was hard - I couldn't actually remember it being flaccid over the past two days - and Sophie was jacking it slowly with soap as we kissed. My hands kneaded her ass and I groaned onto her tongue as her fingers danced along my cock. Inevitably, I found my hands kneading closer and closer to the crack of her ass and one of my fingers sought out the most precious place of all, her tiny, puckered asshole. I loved the feel of it and my fingertip rotated around her muscles, intent on sliding inside.
Now it was Sophie's turn to turn up the volume and start moaning encouragingly. Her grip on my cock tightened as my finger slid in and wriggled inside her hole. It was then she suddenly broke off our passionate kiss and fixed those eyes on mine.
"You like my tight asshole, don't you?"
"Yeah. I love it. I love fucking it, baby. You like my finger there?"
"Yes... fuck, yes. Like a little cock, fucking me in the ass. More..."
I obliged, sliding my finger in farther.
"Fuck, it feels good. A little, dirty cock fucking me... You like it?"
"So tight, baby..."
I didn't quite get what she meant but her eyes proved that she knew what she was playing at.
"Let me show how good it is..."
I had been putty in her hands for the whole weekend, so my level of resistance was non-existent. She let go of my cock and pushed me back against the tiles. My finger slid out of her ass. She smiled sexily, naughtily.
She put one of her hands down by her shaved cunt, letting her pointer finger jut out, aimed at me.
"See? It's a little cock, baby..."
I nodded, still not knowing where she was going with this but nonetheless willing to follow her.
With her other hand she turned me around so I was facing the wall. The hot water cascaded down my back.
She grabbed my hip and made me thrust my ass out towards her.
"A little cock, baby..."
I gasped as I felt the tip of her finger start wiggling between my ass cheeks. I gasped again when I realised where it was headed. I didn't protest. This confident, aloof, hardcore business genius was reduced to being an obedient school boy.
Wham. There it was. The tip of her pointer finger made contact with the reluctant muscles surrounding my asshole. I was acutely aware that my mouth and eyes were open wide as I pressed my forehead against the tiles. My body was stiff, unsure, a little unwilling but all that was countered by the sensation in my rock-hard cock. It was twitching and bobbing of it's own accord. Pulsing on every heartbeat.
Sophie's finger was insistent. She soon found my asshole and, with tiny circular wiggles, her slender finger edged past the sentinel muscles. Even over the rushing of the water I could hear Sophie breathing hard. That certainly didn't help the situation - it only turned me on. Conflicting signals in my brain did battle, but the battle was brief. The sex won and, to my own amazement, I felt my ass pushing ever so slightly backwards. To meet her 'little cock' as she called it.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Sophie staring down at her finger, lost in the sight of it, in another place altogether. Her breath panting, her eyes wide. She was still holding her hand down in front of her cunt, still playing that it was, in fact, a cock with which she was violating me.
I had had a finger in my ass before. Like many a man, it had to be tried in the course of a masturbating life. But this was new and this was crossing my vague, fuzzy, personal line. Funny how in the heat of a sexual moment the brain can still actually argue two sides of the case.
All thoughts were erased, however, when Sophie had gained enough access to my ass to shove her finger in with a steady push. This caused us both to groan loudly, for each our own reasons.
"Yeah, baby", she muttered throatily. "My cock is in YOUR ass now..."
I didn't know how to respond. The realisation that she was in complete control and that I was a pawn to her desires was humbling. I groaned instead.
"You like it... I can tell... Tell me..."
"Yeah...", I heard myself say. And I did. She had fucked her finger so far up my ass that I could feel her fist urgently forcing it's way between my ass cheeks.
"TELL ME..." Her tone was more ragged and dominant.
"Yeah, I like it..." That wasn't good enough apparently. I felt her thrust her hips to fuck her cock into my ass. She withdrew her cock and then fucked hard into me again.
"I like your finger in my ass..."
"It's not a finger... is it..."
"Your... cock... your little cock... in my ass..."
"Yes... my cock... You like fucking my tight little ass, don't you, baby... now I want to play, too..."
She started to fuck her hips against me and her finger slid in and out of my ass with ease, wiggling when it deep inside me and then sliding smoothly out. And repeat.
"Oh, fuck yeah...", Sophie grunted. I looked back again and saw her completely and utterly engrossed in the sight of her little cock fucking me in the shower.
"Your ass is tight, too, baby... just like mine..." Her words, her arousal, her insistence all served to evaporate any inhibitions I had left and I soon started pushing my ass back against her, egging her on.
"Fucking hell... yeah... you love it... you love my cock in your ass..."
"I love your... cock... in my ass. Fuck me with your cock... fuck my ass with your cock, baby..." Where the fluency to speak those words came from I'll never know. But I meant it. My cock was raging, slapping against the tiles with every thrust of my ass.
"What is it boys do when they do this?" Before I could figure out what she meant, I felt her free hand slide around my hips and seek out my cock. She grabbed it hard and that was just perfect. It was still soapy and her hand squeezed it hard and started to jack it. Tight and steady.
"They call this a reach-a-round, don't they?" I had no fucking idea what 'they' called it and I didn't care. I was quickly losing myself in the moment. I found that I bucked my hips even more in order to assist her cockjacking and discovered the double-edged sword. I was making her finger slide even farther up my asshole. Not a problem.
An orgasm had appeared on the horizon and I was eager to ride out and meet it. I could see it clearly and it was approaching me. Sophie could see it, too, and she increased both the fucking of her cock in my ass and the jacking of my cock. She leaned in to my back, laying her warm cheek against me and got stuck into her task.
I came with a roar. The new sensations were incredible, even after a whole weekend of fantastic sex. Her hand kept jacking my cock as I felt my hot cum rise up my shaft and promptly splatter against the tiles in thick globs. My body quivered and twitched as the orgasm seemed to go on and on. At the end of it, Sophie slowly slid her finger out of my ass with a groan and let go of my cock. I was gasping against the tiles and slowly stood upright and turned to her.
I'll never forget that look in her eyes. It was electric-sexy, as ever, but it was arousal on a whole new level. Looking into the proverbial rear-view mirror, I can see now that it was obsession. But of course I had no idea then.
We lay lazily on the bed afterwards and smoked a cigarette. In silence. I was contemplating this sudden shift to a new, undiscovered level. She was, I was sure, replaying the act in her mind. Finally, she spoke.
"That turns me on..."
"I noticed..." She smiled but continued to stare at the ceiling.
"I mean it... you get all that fucking power as a man. Women can be in control and get what they want, but that raw fucking power, that hard cock thrusting and fucking... it's so... so... animalistic. Most women have no idea."
I was in awe at her tone of voice, her faraway eyes, her desire to feel that 'power'. She looked at me now.
"You liked it... I could tell..."
"Yeah... I mean... it was sexy... but that's mostly because you're sexy."
She rolled over onto to her side and looked at me. There was that look again. It excited me and frightened me all at once. Her hand caressed my chest, flicking and pinching my nipples before sliding sexily down my stomach. My cock beat her hand to it. It was hard when her fingers reached my pubic hair and then my shaft. It never ceases to amaze me how many hard-ons are produced during affairs.
She teased my cock lightly with her fingers all the while fixing me with that look. I started to pant ever so slightly.
"I want to try it... to try and fuck you..."
"You've been doing that for two days, baby..."
"No. Not like that. There's other ways. And I'm going to show you. I want to fuck you like a man fucks a woman..."
Before I could answer, protest, agree or anything at all, she had straddled me.
"I'm going to show you. I'm going to fuck you... Lift up your legs..."
She hooked her arms under my knees in a flash and raised my legs up - just like a man who is muscling his way between a woman's legs. I let her - I had no choice. She was driven. I was curious and, I feared, verging on submissive.
She made me put my legs up over her shoulders. So far, the position looked right - just like a man ready to fuck a cunt. But she was far from finished. She scooted her ass and cunt closer to my ass.
"Now we'll make your cock my cock..." She grabbed my hard shaft and bent it backwards, towards her. I flinched but she was careful. She thrust her cunt forward and guided my swollen cockhead to her waiting cunthole.
"Fuck, I'm so wet..." She said that to herself, I was sure. It was a statement of fact, of arousal, of desire.
Once my cockhead nudged between her silky cuntlips, it rested against her pubic bone and was prevented from snapping back towards my stomach. She scooted up again to allow my cock to slide farther inside of her. It hurt having my cock bent backwards like that, but that kind of pain you can live with. With grunts and groans she worked my cock up inside of her. So hard was I, so wet was she, that it was like a hot knife cutting butter. With a little hopping kind of movement she forced herself down on my cock so that it was buried within her hot cunt. She put her shoulders into it, leaning forward and forcing my legs back.
Soon she was on top of me, holding herself up with her hands and staring at me as she panted hungrily. I discovered I was prone beneath her - just like a woman beneath a man.
"Now watch... watch my cock fuck you..." We both looked down between our legs as she started to raise her ass up, bringing my cockshaft into view.
"Look at it... look carefully... if you look just right, you can imagine that it's my cock sliding into your cunt.
Fucking hell. It wasn't hard to imagine at all. If you've tried it, you're sure to agree. The sight was riveting. Sophie started to fuck her ass up and down. The cockshaft disappeared from view. It took only seconds to imagine that her cock was sliding into me. Into my... cunt.
There was an urgency about Sophie as we fucked like this. She underwent a transformation - more obvious than in the shower. She started fucking me harder and was soon slamming her ass up and down on my cock. Or rather, slamming her cock into my... cunt.
"Yeah... like this... look at me, baby... I'm fucking your cunthole... my big, hard cock is fucking your little cunt... look at it... look at it..."
She wasn't fishing for a reply. She was lost in the moment.
"Yeah... watch me fuck you... you're my little cuntbitch and I'm fucking your tight hole..."
Suddenly she looked up at me. I was helpless beneath her. Physically and, more alarmingly, mentally.
"Say... 'fuck me with your mancock'. Be my sexy little bitch... do it..."
I swallowed hard. I could my voice say it but my voice was little.
"Fuck me... with your mancock... I'm your sexy little bitch... fuck me..."
"Yes... yes... more..."
"Fuck me harder... let me feel your cock inside me... I can feel it inside me..."
And that was it. I couldn't stop the flow. My own transformation had begun. The fall of reason had commenced. You can't tackle it in the heat of the moment. You can only look back at it with regret or with a smile. The words came out of my mouth of their own accord. I stared in awe up at this gorgeous woman with this amazing body and soul and all I wanted was to please her and to have her fuck me.
"You like my cock?..."
"It's so hard... so big... fuck me with it..."
"Yes... yes... yes... I'm fucking you and you love it... I'm your man, baby... you're my sexy little bitch with the tight, wet, willing cunt..."
"I'm your sexy little bitch..."
"Play with your tits, bitch..."
In a flash, my hands went up to my chest and started kneading my imaginary tits. Pinching my nipples, pulling them hard.
Sophie watched me, mouth open, eyes wide. A whole world of fantasy occupied her mind and I was a mere pawn in her game.
Her hips started slamming hard onto what used to be my cock. Slamming hard. So hard I had to bite my lip. Her pubic bone rammed mine and my cock battled against the wickedly unnatural angle. Sophie fucked me good.
"I'm going to..."
"NO!! It's my cum... I'M going to cum... I'm going to shoot my hot cum inside your cunt, baby... Take it all..."
"Oh fuck..." I heard myself say. "Cum for me, baby... Cum for me... Give me your cum..."
Sophie was watching my face intently... watching for the telltales signs that accompany an orgasm. My mouth froze in a silent scream and, when my body tensed, she timed it to perfection. She started fucking me more erratically - just like a man - and, when I felt that glorious sensation start to peak, she thrust her hips onto me and held it there, letting her lithe frame twitch as she 'came'.
"Yes... I can feel it... I can feel the cum... shooting..."
She couldn't say another word. A sudden, unexpected orgasm washed over her and dominated every aspect of her being.
We lay there in the throes of each our orgasm, letting the simultaneousness of it all take the whole thing up a notch.
When we both came off the mountain, my legs slipped off her shoulders and she collapsed on top of me. My cock was still in her cunt and it was still throbbing and pumping even though my cum was spent.
It wasn't long after that that reality returned to the hotel room. Sophie had some errands to run and I had some calls to make. The affair, however, was far from over. Sophie and I agreed to meet later that evening at a reception for the business deal.
I lay on the bed watching Sophie get dressed to leave.