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Lucia

... no, as I wasn't planning on traveling to Las Vegas any time soon, but they said that after reviewing my profile, this client had decided to make me an offer I couldn't refuse. A first class airfare ticket down and back, 4 nights stay in a luxurious 5 star hotel, a with meals and spa treatment included, was a pretty hefty offer, so I begged off work for two days to make an extended long weekend for myself. Visiting a sick f****y member, sucking a fat dick, its all the same right? I figured what my boss didn't know couldn't hurt him, and it also didn't hurt my cause that I had 'greased the wheels' a bit by giving him a quick blow under his desk. It wasn't the first time, and would certainly not be the last time I had taken advantage of his wife's aversion to giving head to get what I wanted. As we drove ever nearer to where we would pick up my 'date' for the evening, I felt my ass cheeks grow warm and damp on the leather seats. Just as I suspected, half my butt was hanging out the bottom of the dress, and I had to keep my legs crossed tightly to keep from revealing my wet pussy, which was assuredly the cause of the dampness under my behind. I had decided against panties for the evening, and the dress was so tight it would have been impossible to hide the lines. I did, however, wear a strapless bra, one that pushed my large breasts up and together, so that I had an extensive six inches of cleavage showing in the low cut front of the dress. "I'm probably showing more skin than ...

... I'm covering," I thought to myself with a mischievous smile. "Hopefully," I thought, "I'll get to see his jaw hit the floor when he sees me, and then he can watch MY jaw drop to let his thick cock in." I felt the limo begin to slow outside a towering office building, and was immediately overcome with a warm flush of excitement that started between my legs and surged outwards to my fingertips and toes. I smiled warmly as the doors opened, and made one last attempt to straighten out my dress, and then sat up prim and proper, with my knees crossed, chest out, and head held high, as I waited for my tycoon to enter. When he finally did, I marveled at how closely he resembled the picture I had formed in my mind's eye before the meeting. Well dressed in a very nice pin stripe suit, I guessed his age to be about 60 as he navigated his way into the limo, and took a seat directly beside me in the rear. His thinning hair was nearly all grey, and matched the thick moustache on his upper lip. Though he had the expanding waistline of a maturing man, he still appeared to be in excellent health, and had very wide shoulders that denoted a powerful presence. He moved with utter confidence, and it wasn't until the door of the limo closed behind him that he even seemed to be aware of my presence. I smiled at him genially, as his eyes gazed up and down my body, without saying a word. After taking me in from top to bottom several times, he finally spoke in a deep and resounding baritone. "Well well ...