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We had a long distance relationship, something that was becoming more and more common with the ability to communicate via email and various message systems. I met Michael while on business in Vegas as he was a guest of the Flamingo hotelas well. We bumped into each other in the elevator, literally. I had my head buried in a folder of information when the doors opened and I stepped out right into his chest. Looking up, my eyes had met his blue ones and I couldn’t help but check him out from head to toe. He had a slim athletic build, more the kind of man you’d see mountain climbing than lifting weights. We had smiled at each other awkwardly and went our seperate ways.

Later that evening I was in the VIP Lounge with my laptop, crunching numbers and drinking gourmet coffee when Michael entered the room. Our faces broke into smiles when we recognized each other, and I knew he felt the attraction I had felt when our eyes first met.

“May I?” he queried while gesturing at the armchair across from me. I nodded and put my laptop aside.

After introducing ourselves and talking for several hours, I felt like I had known Michael for years. I felt so comfortable with him and our conversations just flowed. I found my thoughts wandering to daydreams of enjoying the jacuzzi tub back in my room or rolling around in the soft feather duvet and pillows on the king-sized bed together.

I blinked when I realized he was asking me a question, and I had to ask Michael to repeat himself. He asked me whether I would care to join him in his suite and while I had only known him for a short time, my gut was screaming yes. Gathering up my things, we walked down the wide hallway to the double doors of his room. They opened into a large living area with a massive flat screen television. There was a bar and dining/conference table and through a set of French doors I could see a lush bedroom. He politely gave me a tour, showing me the rest of the suite before we settled on the couch. He sat next to me and we turned so that we could look into each others eyes.

I felt an overwhelming urge to press my lips against his, to feel the warmth of his flesh against mine, and I leaned in close. Instead of making a move, he allowed me to kiss him and his lips were delicious. I sucked at him and kissed him slowly, playfully, and soon he was kissing me back and our tongues began to slide against one another. Gently he slid a hand over my breast and his fingers began to undo the buttons of my blouse.

Naked we slowly made love on the couch, staring into each other’s eyes the entire time and breathing each other’s moans and sighs. After panting and laughing for a bit, he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. In the corner stood a jacuzzi and he filled it up with hot water and some soap for bubbles. We slid into the water together and spent the next hour stroking and massaging one another while kissing deeply. My pussy was throbbing and aching to cum again and his cock stood at full attention. I teased him by licking and sucking at him just below the water and then coming up for air, my face covered in bubbles and water.

Jumping out of the tub, I grabbed one of the fluffy robes hanging nearby and wrapped myself up. He seemed surprised and asked me where I was going, to which I said he would have to catch me if he wanted any more attention!

Without hesitation he leaped out of the tub and lunged at me, sending me giggling off towards the bed. Of course he caught me easily, throwing me down and landing on top of me. He pulled open my robe and feasted upon my nipples, suckling and pulling with his lips. I moaned beneath him as he pulled the belt from the robe and began wrapping it around my wrists. My eyes grew wide for a second, but then I gasped with pleasure as he pushed my bound wrists up above my head and held them there, his strong hand pressing them hard into the bed. He rubbed his cock against my wet hole and teased me there, asking me if I wanted to get fucked. I writhed beneath him and lifted my hips, trying to get him to fuck me, but he wouldn’t do anything until he heard me say “YES! I want to get fucked!”

The words were barely out of my mouth when he plunged himself deep inside my pussy, his cock spreading me open and filling me. He thrust himself inside me over and over again and I could feel his balls slapping on the cheeks of my ass. He held fast to my hands above my head and I loved the way it felt to be bound and helpless. The excitement built as he fucked me, my cunt lips swelling and my clit throbbing with ecstacy. I moaned and bucked my hips, slamming him deeper, rubbing my pubic bone at the base of his cock.

I could feel him cumming inside of me, his cock spurting a huge load of sticky cum. He pounded my pussy hard and I felt my orgasm cresting. I came hard and my entire body spasmed. I struggled in my bonds, wanting so badly to cling to him, to squeeze his ass in my hands. I shuddered as he fucked me slower and soon we were laying gasping for breath together on the bed. Slowly he unwound the fuzzy belt from around my wrists with a smile.

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