The Business Trip (2nd in Lynn/Daniel series)

[Omni Hotel is a trademark of someone else, not me. Please allow me to use it here because their surroundings in Atlanta are incredible...]


As interesting as the bed is, with a mind like mine, I can only be satiated by it so long. Daniel and I oft tried new places. With each week we got bolder and bolder and met more often. For the majority of the time, we met at my condo while my wife was away. And then there were those special trysts that will remain in my mind forever.
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My company, a promising Fortune 500 company, often had conferences in other cities. New York, my hometown, Los Angeles, everywhere. Sometimes, even overseas. This particular month, there was a conference for all of the so-called hot shots in the company in Atlanta. There was a banquet and party to be held the night of the conference.
Of course I was to attend.
First class at the new wing of the Omni Hotel in the middle of downtown Atlanta. Skyline views reflected into your eyes and caviar on the tip of your tongue, with champagne to wash it all down.
I did something I never thought I\'d do. I asked Daniel to accompany me, all expenses paid to Atlanta.
He was hesitant to say the least. After all, my wife was flying along with me and we would be staying just across the hall from him if he were to go.
After much persuasion, he finally decided that it would be fun. I promised him I\'d made it worth his while.
Let me tell you that that plane ride was one of the most exciting I\'ve ever been on in my life. My wife sat with me and we talked and ate together, while Daniel sat in the row just across and a row behind us. Fortunately, my wife did not notice Daniel as my massuer. Her memory, it comes and goes.
I remember once during the trip, I made a normal walk to the restroom, stating to my wife that the rich steak had taken it\'s toll on me. Not tasteful, but a wonderful cover for the time I\'d be gone.
I needed relief, and I needed it at that time exactly. This was during the time I was not paying Daniel anymore but even still, he was on call as my boy.
As I rose from my seat, blew a kiss to my wife and coughed twice to give Daniel the signal to follow me. After I entered the bathroom at the back of the plane I listened for his quiet knock.
A discreet moment passed, of course, before he came to the door, as to not arouse suspicion. My heart jumped at his presence. In the small bathroom, I could hear my own pulse rate.
He smiled at me and kissed my lips with such gentleness it made me almost melt.
\'I have been waiting to do that since I got on the airplane.\' Daniel smiled at me and ran his hand affectionately through my hair.
Which I quickly grasped non too gently. I told him as docily as possible, \'Daniel, darling, my wife is going to wonder about my absence. We can do more of that when we get to Atlanta.\'
I looked down to the floor as if to indicate where he should be directing his attention.
His smile gave way to pure lust as he made his way to his knees and unzipped my slacks. I rested my hands on the small sink and leaned back as his mouth encompassed me.
I tried in vain to surpress my moans and sighs. He was hungry for me. Dying of love and lust all at the same time. He slurped up and down my length for dear life. Right there in the fuselage of a Boeing.
That bastard. At the exact time that I felt as though I could not hold back my moans any longer, he flicked his hard tongue rapidly under the tip of my head. He knew that was an extremely sensitive spot for me. I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting out. He caressed my lightly hairy balls with one hand and jacked me off with the other.
And that was only the beginning. After I came into a hankerchief, Daniel left and I followed shortly thereafter.
My wife said, putting a hand on my arm, \'Dear, do you feel okay?\'
I couldn\'t help but to look over at her and smirk. \'Yes, my love,\' I said \'feel wonderful.\'
I held her hand as we landed at Atlanta International Airport.
The company had a limousine waiting for us at the terminal, and the Towncar that I\'d leased for Daniel followed behind us. We did not bother with luggage, the company handled all that for us.
The drive to the Omni Hotel didn\'t take long. Once there, even I was impressed by the sleek surroundings. My wife and I settled into suite 500.
It had been arranged for Daniel to have suite 504.
You know, easy access.
There was a wonderful view of the city in both rooms. I had seen to that.
Now the interesting part began during the actual banquet that evening. Daniel was not invited.
At least not officially.
You see I would have had to list him under my name to get him in. And that would have raised all sorts of questions.
I instructed him to sneak in through the entrance that the cooks used. He got in with no problem at all and in no time was rubbing noses with all the people at the company.
I remember looking at him and thinking, \'He\'s probably searching for new clients.\' And while that didn\'t bother me at first...the more I thought about it the more jealous I became. I would be in a group talking with people, my wife by my side in her elegant evening gown, and my eyes would wander in Daniel\'s direction. Once, my wife caught me looking in his direction, but she didn\'t realize what was going on. She just shook my arm and continued to speak with me assuming I was looking for a co-worker.
Well, I honestly couldn\'t wait to leave. And I was standing near the window when suddenly, I felt someone blatantly grab my behind. I casually looked behind me and there was Daniel facing another direction.
\'For your sake I hope no one saw that.\' I discreetly said to him.
\'I can do that Lynn...I\'m the Master.\' He laughed to me.
I was infuriated. He\'d been going around to other people all night talking with them. Not that he could just walk over and talk with me, stilstill...
I told him through my teeth, \'You\'d better be glad my wife is at that nearby table. And don\'t you forget who the Master is in public.\' I glared at him and he glared back, unflinching. He knew how I was around work.
I looked him up and down not caring anymore who was watching when I caught hold of that beautiful smile of his.
\'Come to your room in 5 minutes.\' I threw over my shoulder as I walked out of the crowded ballroom.

We\'d decided to skip his room and head to an empty conference room on the 3rd floor of the hotel. There was an incredible oval shaped mahogany table, with low lighting and we decided that would be a most interesting venue.
It was incredible how quickly we got out of our evening wear. Although Daniel still wore his pants and shirt, and his tie was undone, I had chosen to strip down to nothingness, just as he liked.
The door of the room was locked. There were windows to the great city view which were drawn back, but the blinds were drawn on the window looking out on the hallway.
Daniel had a way of ordering me around while in the bedroom (or elsewhere) that I just wasn\'t used to. It sends a chill up my spine each time I think of it. He sat on the large conference table and pulled himself out. Held his hard penis in his hand and began stroking it.
I told him, \'You couldn\'t wait for me?\'
He told me, in no uncertain terms, \'Sit on me...\' The way he licked those luscious full lips, I had no choice but to follow through.
I climbed on to the huge table and pulled off my boxers as I watched him slip on a condom. I could hear Daniel sigh when he saw me fully naked. Straddling his lap on my knees, I let him get me nice and wet by spreading the lubrication fluid that he carried with him in a small discreet tube. (If you were getting paid what I used to pay him, you would carry it around too.)
Goodness, his hand rubbing against my smooth backside, it was too much for me. I could see the lights of the buildings out the window and saw limousines pull up to drop people off and then leave. All while he ran a wet hand over me. I closed my eyes and savored it.
I remember the way my eyes flew back open as he eased a finger into me, and then flicked my hard nipples with his skilled tongue.
Oh God...that man had a tongue.
Feeling as though I would pass out from his teasing, I told him, \'Fuck me...please...God...\'
He looked up at me and smiled, \'You sure?\' What a tease.
\'Fuck me, damnit!\' I lost my temper and screamed at the top of my lungs, forgetting where I was.
He held his penis straight for me and I attempted to ease myself down over him.
He was an average sized man, not large, and not small. But the things he knew how to do were unbelievable.
I looked down as he teased my tight hole with the head of his penis. I could hear the slathering sound of his head rubbing around the lube. My mouth dropped at the touch of his meat against my skin.
He held my waist as I eased myself down on to him. Eventually, I found my rhythm and eased gently up and down on it.
And I could do was moan and gape my mouth open from the pleasure and pain it was giving me.
Daniel, however, cursed like a sailor and talked dirty to me, which I absolutely loved. \'Fuck...\' he would say, \'ride it like a fucking bitch....you know you\'re a bitch don\'t you? Don\'t you?\'
\'Yes...\' I would breathe, as I listened to him make love to my mind as well as my body.
\'Damn, ride it. Ride that shit. Fucking bitch. Do you fuck your wife like this bitch? Yeah ride me...fuck....\'
I didn\'t mind him mentioning my wife. In fact, it just turned me on more. I was hoping that one day, when I got up the nerve, I could persuade my wife to join us That is once I told her I was having an affair with a man. But that was all in the future.
And another thing, I was his bitch. And I loved it. Every minute of it. I\'m not ashamed of it. He fucked me raw and didn\'t care what he said in the bed. He was rough, and that was just what I needed.
I used to love to press my ass cheeks together and grip his penis with them as I slid up and down. He cou't d't do anything but roll his eyes back in his head and hold my waist when I did that to him.
He would say, \'Stop...you\'re gonna make me come too quickly...\'
I would just love to see him squirm. I didn\'t stop.
\'Fucking,...stop...\' His head rolled from side to side. He pushed me off of him and threw my back onto the conference table. I can still hear the loud thud. He was not too gentle.
\'I said stop! Listen to your Master some time.\' He looked down at my n bod body in the semi dark room. \'Turn over.\'
I lied on my stomach. The table was incredibly cold. The room was so silent I didn\'t know what Daniel was doing. I didn\'t dare turn around, though.
Suddenly I can remember this terrible sting on my back side. For some reason, though, I didn\'t scream or call out.
Then another sting. It was Daniel\'s palm. I looked back and saw him, now fully unclothed, spanking me as I lay on the cold table. His penis was so hard, it curled up rds rds his stomach. I cried out, for his benefit, but this is just when he was beginning to master the skill of \'Master\'. He could have hit harder for my tastes, but I did not complain.
He mounted me and slid his hard penis into my lubed hole.
That\'s when I cried out for real. He did it with such force that it hurt. But it hurt so good...it always did.
He steadied himself with the palms of his hands flat on the table as I lay face down and take him in. We both faced out towards the Atlanta skyline as he wore my smooth ass out.
I could hear the sounds we made as the front of his body lie flat against the back of mine. He increased the power and speed of the thrusts each time, and each time I cried out more. I am surprised that no one heard. Or maybe they did and just didn\'t want to interrupt.
I didn\'t care either way. This was my man and I was his. I lived only for him in this moment. I could see his reflection in the window. He was so beautiful, pumping in and out of me. Panting, and cursing as the sound of our skin slapping bounced off the art covered walls of the conference room.
Meanwhile, my penis was being forced against the table each time he entered. This feeling was indescribable. It was as if I wanted to come, and was right on the edge, but couldn\'t just yet until he thrust into me again, when my penis would be pressed into the table and teased, and then again and again this would be repeated.
Around this point, there was a knock at the door. The thought raced through my mind that it may be my wife and she may walk in. But I perished it from thought as I remember we\'d locked the doors on the way in.
Hopefully this person wasn\'t the cleaning staff, who may have a key. Perhaps it was another couple who wanted the room for themselves. If so, they could join in, I sure wouldn\'t mind.
A secret part of my mind wanted my wife to walk in. To walk in and see how well my Master was fucking me. Like the bitch that I am. How she would watch and monitor each thrust and read the strained expressions of pain and pleasure on my face as she sat nearby and touched herself as she watched.
But I knew this would never happen. She would most likely drop her mouth and run crying.
Eventually the knocking stopped.
But Daniel\'s thrusts never let up, even as they knocked. He didn\'t care. The man was doing his own knocking. And, he was close to coming, I always could tell.
Sure enough, \'I\'m about to come...turn over...\' He said.
I turned over flat on my back to look up at him. He straddled me and removed the condom, tossing it aside. He stopped to hover just over the middle of my chest and jacked his hard penis in my face and over my upper chest.
He reached for the small tube of lube fluid and poured a bit over his penis. It glistened in the low lights of the room. I could hear the squishing sounds as his hand slid rapidly over the hardness of his length.
Then, he began his trademark dirty talk, \'Tell me who you serve...\'
\'You, Master.\' I replied, panting from the excitement and my own arousal.
\'And, what?\'
\'I live only for you. Only to serve you, my Master...\' I felt every word I said. He was truly my Master.
Soon, he hissed and cursed, coming all over my face and my heaving chest, rubbing the head of his penis all over my face, smearing his sweet liquid around. I stuck out my tongue, as I often did, to taste some of his precious juices.
He sighed with contentment.
I\'d pleased my Master. I felt very good. He looked so at peace, tears welled up in my eyes.
But then, a change came over him. The look of love appeared in eyes and he kissed down my stomach and over my hard penis. I looked down at him from under hooded eyelids and wiped some of the tears of excitement and joy from the corners of my eyes.
He licked as gently as a cat laps up milk at my hardness. I reached down to caresses his head and smiled weakly at him. He looked up at me to see my reaction as he licked under my head. My body jerked in response. He did this several more times, each time speeding up the licks, until I felt I could take it no more.
And I couldn\'t.
He jacked me into his mouth as I came. My liquid squirted on to his tongue and dripped off back on to me as he jerked the last bit out, and cleaned the rest off of my head.
I heaved and panted heavily. He lay down next to me on the table with the goofiest look on his face. He simply said, \'Thank you.\' very quietly.
\'For what? The sex?\' I said bluntly. \'You know you don\'t need to thank me for that. I wanted it just like you did.\'
\'For everything.\' He stroked my smooth cheek with his two fingers.
Then, almost out of no where he says \'I love you.\' I remember it clear as anything. I was shocked, I didn\'t know what to say. I know that I didn\'t love him, at least I didn\'t know I did. And I definitely wasn\'t going to say it if I didn\'t mean it. So I just gave him a soft, tender kiss on the lips. He seemed to enjoy it, so I left it at that.
We didn\'t say too much as we gathered our clothes as went to the restroom inside the conference room to wash off.
After that, we went to our separate rooms saidsaid goodnight.
My wife was half-asleep inside our suite. I joined her in the bed and she woke. Groggily, she asked me, \'Where were you? I looked for you after the banquet.\'
I lied, as I often did when such circumstances warranted one, \'I went out about town for a moment with a few of the hot shots over in marketing. We don\'t get to spend much time together, you know. Great networking opportunity.\'
\'That\'s good.\' She was drifting back into sleep.
I rested my back against the headboard and she lay against my chest, drifting off to sleep easily.
I did a horrible thing. As if I hadn\'t done others, though. I imagined the body in my arms was Daniel\'s and what it would feel like to have him in my arms. I stroked my wife\'s arm gently as she drifted into sleep and wondered. And thought.
And after wrestling with my mind, I realized he was getting to me. No one made me feel like him. And no one has ever since. I was in love. Deeply. I realized it then. At that moment, I wanted the whole world to know. But not yet, I couldn\'t let my secret out just yet.
This wouldn\'t be the first time we\'d share a night like this. Or share the same feelings, and it wouldn\'t be the last.
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So now you see how new places can enhance your mind and your passion. Ite a e a new spark to Daniel, and made me realize how much I loved him. I guess you could say that this is definitely a time I thank goodness for my expense account. Taking him along was the best thing I ever did. Service when I wanted it, whenever I wanted it. My wife at my side, a beautiful city outside. But yet, something was missing. I would be a fool not to tell you that there wasn\'t. I knew something was. There was a burning ache inside of me. One my wife could not satiate. It wasn\'t that I didn\'t have feelings for her, because I did. I just didn\'t, honestly...love her. It would be some time before I told Daniel exactly how I felt. It was just something that took time. But we had plenty of fun in between....

(note from author: more to come in the Lynn/Daniel series...)