Jill Steps Out; A Cuck is Conceived - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Jill Steps Out; A Cuck is Conceived - Part 4

... her mind. She woke up before the alarm, already jazzed for the day’s event. After breakfast in her room she dressed in a conservative dark business suit over a red silk shell. She looked killer. She attended the opening session with hundreds in a huge crowed room. It was basically a welcome session. After a short break her session would start. Ninety minutes of what she hoped would be picture perfect and very well received. That, in fact, is exactly what happened. Her nerves disappeared, her presentation received much applause at the end and the Q & A session brought out many useful ideas. All in all it was a terrific success. She saw Anthony in the group around her that was trying to ask more questions. He simply handed her a small note card and left. She put it in her pocket unread, too busy handing out her business cards and trying to answer questions before they were all chased out of the room. Finally at lunch she had a chance to read Anthony’s note. “Wonderful presentation, congrats! Love your anklet, see you at the bar tonight.” That same shivers briefly hit her. What would happen? She knew she could do nothing but see it through, she was hooked. Soon the day was over and cocktail hour had arrived. She wanted to look sexy but not too much so; business like but not stuffy. She settled on a straight black skirt, shorter than normal but not slutty. A matching, form fitting jacket, over a lower cut red cami and a push up bra that put some of her cleavage on display. Four ...

... inch heels this time. Lastly she relotioned her legs to give them a perfect shine. When she arrived at the bar, all the seats were taken. Several guys offered theirs and she gratefully took one. She soon had drinks and was surrounded. Once again, life was good. After about forty-five minutes Anthony showed up at the bar. He is a big, commanding man and his voice adds to his presence. He excused himself as he easily moved through the crowd and hand Jill another note. He whispered to her, “Read it out of the crowd’s sight. I will be on the other side of the bar. Make eye contact with me and nod if it interests you.” He turned and made his way back through the crowd of guys. Jill waited a few minutes to discourage prying eyes and then read the note while holding it down so only she could read it. “Jill, your anklet tells me that you are a BBC slut. If I am correct and you want to play, I am your guy. If we make eye contact and you nod to me I will expect you to come to my room, 1205, as soon as you can get away. Stop and remove your bra and panties before you come to my room. I look forward to our evening together.” She had acquired that anklet for this very reason. His low-key manner and deep voice sealed the deal for her. As another shiver ran down her back she looked up and saw him, eye to eye. She gave a small nod and looked away to a guy who was talking to her. She could feel the heat building in her pussy and her juice beginning to develop. It was very hard to pay attention ...