On a business trip

Finally, I got around to writing about my recent trip. It happened suddenly and out of work necessity. My boss, being a lawyer, took me with him on a business trip. Naturally, I was incredibly happy for such an opportunity to have some fun, and after a week of arguments and lectures from my husband, I finally headed to the train station.

his buddy, and after the first day, he had already become so lazy that he would just lie down and ask me to ride him or suck him off. Which I did. I diligently sucked his piston until a stream of semen was felt on my little tongue. Usually, the next time around, he would say

 — "Lenochka, you don't mind riding your boss, do you?"

 — "Vadim Nikolaevich, I never mind riding your machine, I get so much pleasure from it, I've never had it so good with anyone else." I flattered him, impaling myself on his pole with my girl and starting to rotate my hips.

 — "So other men don't please you like that?"

 — "No, ah, they don't, ah oh ah ah, you know I only sleep, ah aah, only, only, only with you, ah aaaah, and with my husband." These words usually inflamed him, and he would cum. He thinks I'm an innocent lamb who married as a virgin and never cheats on her husband, well, he is of course an exception; believing this despite my lust is probably driven by his pride. But meanwhile, many others fuck me besides him, and even his 17-year-old son once used my pussy while I was waiting for his dad.

Towards the end, Vadim Nikolaevich asked me to walk around the compartment in just a thong. This didn't bother me at all, as he was having me every hour or hour and a half, and jumping in and out of a classic women's trouser suit (in which my hubby had sent me off) was already getting tiresome for me too.

Upon arrival, we caught a taxi and went to the hotel. It was Sunday, and until the next morning (we were expected at the site on Monday), we could wander around and see the city's sights. At least that's what I told my boss, who was settling in front of the TV with cans of beer and dried bream, as I left. I wandered around the city for half a day. Near some old chapel, a black Cruiser stopped next to me. A voice with an accent asked

 — "Miss, what time is it?" I looked at him, noting that he was more handsome than not, and checked my watch.

 — "Twenty past two."

 — "And how much free time do you have?"

 — "You men are all so 'original,' the same old lines," I retorted. Leaning out of the window, he started showering me with compliments. We got talking, got acquainted; his name was Arif, he was 20. He invited me to a cafe. Without a doubt about what this young Azeri had in mind, I got into the front seat, trying my best to show off my legs. As it turned out, his brother and a friend, about the same age, were sitting in the back. We arrived at his father's cafe and took a private room. The boys were drinking and showering me with compliments. They put on music and started dancing. Without any embarrassment, I swayed my hips to the beat of the music and didn't react when they slapped my ass. I think they quickly realized I was a slut, and what decent girl would get into a car with a 'khachik' (derogatory term for a Caucasian man). Arif's brother, Javakhan, dancing behind me, started stroking my hips and pulling me towards his crotch. To which I just wiggled my butt. After a while, I noticed Javakhan signal to his brother and friend, and they hurriedly left the room. I was pushed onto the sofa. His hands quickly pulled off my skirt and thong, and two of his fingers immediately entered my slit.

 — "Aaaaaaah," escaped my lips. I reached for this stallion's fly, unzipped it, and swallowed his still flaccid but quite hefty and swelling cock. A blowjob from me had never left anyone indifferent, and after 2-4 minutes, the now hardened, healthy thing, sheathed in a condom, was entering my pussy. I was in ecstasy; something very not small and very hard was entering me. Lying on my back with my legs spread, I enjoyed the caliber of my partner, moaning with genuine pleasure. But the high didn't last long.

Not lasting even 15 minutes, my fucker came and headed for the shower. I lay with my eyes closed, still feeling the excitement between my legs. Out of the corner of my ear, I heard someone enter the room, the rustle of soles, the sound of a zipper opening on clothing, and finally, a timid touch of something soft and warm on my cheek brought me back to reality. Opening my eyes, I saw Arif poking my cheek with his cock. Needless to say, the next moment his cock was in my mouth. He immediately set the pace and didn't let me work my tongue; holding the back of my head, he just fucked my mouth, and all I could do was freeze and tighten my lips around his cock. At that moment, the third guy entered the room. Getting on all fours, I reached for the new guy's fly, while Arif's cock pressed against my girl. He grabbed my hips and at first slowly, then harder and harder, drove his cock into my vagina. I got turned on again; I wanted to be fucked more and more. His friend, meanwhile, was increasing the pace, moving his cock in my oral cavity, or simply put—fucking my mouth.

At that moment, the door to the room swung open, and a solid-looking man around 50 (as it turned out, the cafe owner and father of the two guys) appeared on the threshold with clear displeasure on his face. He shouted at the guys in their (Azerbaijani) language, and they, covering themselves with their clothes, rushed out of the room. I sat up on the sofa, frightened, and tried to pull my T-shirt down to cover my private parts.

 — "Are you ashamed now? When you were losing your honor... and committing a sin (he added, seeing my wedding ring), you weren't ashamed. Get dressed and get out of here, you slut. I hope you're not a Muslim?"

 — "No, I'm Armenian, a Catholic," I stammered, holding back my agitation. At that moment, his eyes narrowed and his expression changed sharply.

 — "Yes, but I'm an exception, I just love fun. I don't think a woman should bury her entire youth under a burqa."

 — "Fool," he roared. — "A woman should bear children and maintain a warm atmosphere in the home, not let just anyone into those intimate places where only a husband should be. Sinner." He came up to me and, unzipping his fly, flopped his cock out in front of my face.

 — "Now, Armenian girl, I'm going to use you like the lowest whore. And then I'll boast to everyone how low the women of our enemies have fallen and what I did to one of them. Come on!" I obediently took his flaccid cock into my mouth and started sucking, while listening to how low I had fallen and how he would take revenge on all Armenians and humiliate them by doing whatever he wanted with me. The cock gradually hardened, and I started to get aroused and get into it; my tongue slid along the shaft, and my hand stroked his balls. At some point, I started kissing his stomach and balls while jerking his cock with my hand.

 — "Come on. Get into position, whore." I was put in doggy style on the sofa (facing the back of the sofa), he made me lean my chest against the back of the sofa and spread my buttocks wide with my hands. Ignoring my objections, he pressed his cock against my ass and started pushing against my anus. At the same time, he kept saying that I was fallen and I didn't deserve pleasure (vaginal sex), and that I should only be used in the ass and mouth, because there is no greater humiliation for a woman, and so on, blah blah blah... The head went in tight, and he had to wet my back hole with saliva. That made entry much easier. He inserted his dick all the way into my ass and smoothly pulled it out. Standing in doggy style and taking this man's cock inside me, I started to enjoy it. I wasn't bothered at all by his old-fashioned views on life, and the fact that an Azeri was using my ass didn't bother me either. It rather added spice to my trip. The only thing that concerned me was that this highlander was fucking me without a rubber, and I tried to avoid that. I wonder what my husband would say if he found out that I got fucked in all holes by Azeris on a business trip; he hates them as much as they hate Armenians. Probably wouldn't say anything—just silently strangle me.

The cock continued to move in my ass; at some point, he entered my hole again and, staying there, started to pulsate. I realized he was cumming in my ass.

Getting very aroused from the young 'khachik' pounding my ass from behind, I caught up with masturbation; my fingers were increasingly actively caressing my clit and outer vaginal lips. Actively pounding my hole, Arif had me for about 15 minutes, and when he came, his friend approached my moaning. I didn't react at all to the change of partners; about 10 minutes, and the next one came. The young Azeris took turns with my ass for 3 rounds. One would step away, and his place in my ass was immediately taken by the next. I didn't even care who it was; continuing to massage my girl, by the end of the "party," relaxing, I experienced a couple of orgasms. They fucked me for about an hour and a half until finally the head of the family appeared again. He picked up my skirt and thong from the floor and threw them at me. I tried to quickly put them on but didn't have time; with his claws, he grabbed me by the forearm and dragged me outside. Escorting me through the back door of the cafe, he shouted after me—"I'll definitely tell all my acquaintances what Armenian wives have turned into and how we used them as we saw fit." I quickly tidied myself up, caught a taxi, and went to the hotel.

I told my boss that I met a classmate here and we sat in a cafe all evening. On Monday evening, after a whole day of wandering and reviewing documentation, we headed to the station. Then there were another 2 days of travel in a sleeping car alone with my boss, during which, having already had his fill but still, he fucked me several times. Or just asked me to suck him off, which I did with feigned readiness. After I swallowed the last drops of sperm, he would start on his beer. Due to the fact that my ass was severely roughed up (there was even discomfort when walking), I had to refuse my boss anal.

That's the story that happened to me on a business trip. It's already been a month, and I still haven't started pleasing my ass with visitors again. Not feeling it.