Business trip with Anastasia

Her confident gait, long, slender legs in black stilettos, and stunning C-cup breasts, swaying beneath her thin white blouse, instantly captured the attention of every man in the Domodedovo Airport waiting room. And most importantly, this goddess was walking straight toward me. I felt envious glances piercing my back: Nikolai, the project's chief engineer, and suddenly such a beauty was flying with him on a business trip to Kaliningrad. When I was told I was flying to Kaliningrad to secure approvals for a new residential complex with Anastasia, our company's marketing director, I nearly jumped. She was 29 years old, unmarried, but every guy in the office had been drooling over her for a year, dreaming of seeing her naked just once. They said she was a former model, but she was a brainwasher better than any analyst. For me, it was like winning the lottery: two weeks in Kaliningrad with her alone. Anastasia came up, smiled dazzlingly and extended her hand: — Hi, Kolya. Ready for a Baltic adventure? “Like never before,” I replied, trying not to stare at her cleavage. We laughed, checked in, and boarded business class. Our age difference of just five years, our plethora of corporate events, and our shared status meant we could be on familiar terms without strain. On the plane, I kept catching the scent of her expensive perfume—sweet, with a hint of vanilla and sea. She crossed her legs, her pencil skirt hiked up slightly, and I was already anticipating the feeling of those legs wrapped around my waist. The flight went quickly. We were met in Kaliningrad and taken to a wonderful hotel on the Baltic Sea coast—the Radisson, overlooking the bay. Our rooms were opposite each other, door to door. I smiled to myself: luck was clearly on my side today. In the evening I knocked on her door: "Stasya, would you like to take a stroll along the promenade? We'll look at the amber and the sea before the negotiations." “With pleasure,” she replied, appearing in a light summer dress that barely covered her knees and perfectly hugged her luscious bottom. We strolled along the shore, the wind ruffling her long dark hair, the sun setting over the sea, and the conversation flowed naturally. Then we went to a restaurant overlooking the bay. The wine flowed freely—white, cold, Kaliningrad. After the third glass, that same sparkle appeared in Anastasia's eyes. She looked at me no longer as a colleague, but as a man she wanted right then and there. Slow music started playing. I invited her to dance slowly. She pressed her whole body against me, and I felt her hard nipples rubbing against my shirt through the thin fabric. Her hips moved to the beat, and I already knew: tonight she was mine. After dinner, we took the elevator up. As soon as the doors closed, I pressed her against the wall and captured her lips. She responded hungrily, her tongue entwined with mine, her hand already sliding down my crotch. By the twelfth floor, we were both ablaze. We walked into my room, and my clothes flew everywhere. God, what a body... Soft, tanned skin, firm breasts with erect pink nipples, a flat tummy, and a perfectly smooth pussy. I dropped to my knees, spread her legs, and ran my tongue over her clit. Anastasia moaned loudly, grabbed my hair, and pressed me harder. I licked, sucked, then added two fingers to her already wet slit. She trembled, her legs buckling. “Kolya... I’m going to...” she exhaled and came so hard that she almost fell. I didn't give her time to catch her breath. I lifted her up, turned her toward the bed, and with one thrust, I entered her hot, pulsating cunt. Anastasia screamed with pleasure, her nails digging into my back. I pounded her fast and hard, feeling her clench around me. After a couple of minutes, I shot my first load deep inside, right into her womb. We fell onto the bed. Anastasia, breathing heavily, slid down and took my still-erect cock into her mouth. First, she slowly licked the head, then sucked on each ball, looking into my eyes. Then she swallowed it all the way to the base, gagging and drooling. I held her by the hair and fucked her mouth until I felt ready again. I put her in doggy style. The sight of that round, firm ass drove me crazy. I entered her pussy again, pounded for a couple of minutes, and then, generously lubricated with her juices and my sperm, I placed the head of my cock against her tight anus. “Kolya... no... I never...” she tried to crawl away. But I held her tightly by the hips. - Relax, darling... I'll be gentle. I began to enter, millimeter by millimeter. She hissed and tensed, but then gradually relaxed and began to pump herself. By the time I was fully inserted, Anastasia was already moaning like a porn star. I increased the pace, rubbing her clit with one hand, and she came again and again—loudly, squirting, even slightly wetting the sheets from the excess. After the tenth orgasm, I couldn’t hold back and ejaculated a second powerful load right into her virgin ass. We lay there, catching our breath. Anastasia turned to me, her eyes completely empty and contented. "Kolya... this has never happened to me. No one has ever... driven me to this. I thought it only happened in porn." I smiled and felt like a god. The mission was just beginning.