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.