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The Business Trip

Nancy’s POV

“We rented two rooms. I distinctly remember renting two rooms,” Brandon was upset. He was standing at the front desk at the Hilton, so fierce the concierge was quivering under his gaze.

“Sir, it must have been an error with the machine. I am very sorry, but we don’t have any extra available rooms what with the convention,” the bumbling employee stammered. “I apologize, sir. And ma’am,” he said, addressing me. Brandon looked at me dismissively as though he only just realized I was there. Pompous asshole.

“Are there two beds?” I asked, trying not to show my irritation. I knew the convention had all the hotel employees stressed out and (unlike Brandon) I didn’t want to be part of the problem.

The employee nodded vigorously. He looked like a bobblehead.

“Yes, ma’am. Two beds,”

I turned to my Brandon. “We can make it work. It’s just one night,” I told him. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thankfully held his tongue. We paid for our room, and then stood in the elevator in awkward silence.

Brandon is my co-worker and has been for the last six years. He only speaks to me in monosyllables. Usually, he doesn’t speak to me at all. Brandon has the world’s largest stick up his ass. He likes things pristine, perfect, according to plan. When things go wrong, Brandon became a pain. In the office. And apparently on business trips.

There were supposed to be two rooms. One for Brandon, for me. Naturally, we wouldn’t share a room. We were the biggest competitors in the office. There was a promotion at the end of the month, and we were practically salivating to get it. Tomorrow was the big convention. Tonight was the dinner. And I had to get ready.

When we entered the hotel room, Brandon locked himself in the bathroom for the world’s longest shower. I banged on the door after the first istanbul travesti twenty minutes.

“Brandon!” I might as well have been yelling into the abyss. After a half hour, he came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist. I guess he noticed my eyes hungrily searching his chest because he smiled cheekily, the first time I had ever seen him do that. I flushed and looked away. I grabbed my makeup bag. It was my turn in the bathroom. And I really had to pee too.

Brandon’s POV

I watched my prissy co-worker go into the bathroom. I noticed those two lattes she had on the ride down. I had oh so conveniently occupied the bathroom until then and the moment she closed and locked the door I pressed my ear against it. I heard her piss spatter against the toilet. I found my dick and started stroking furiously.

Nancy is my co-worker and has been for the last six years. She has the largest stick up her ass. She acts like she’s better than everybody else. Sure, she’s beautiful with nice full breasts and an ass I can cup. If she let me, I mean. If I wanted to, I mean. Oh who, was I kidding? I wanted to. I always have wanted to. But Miss Perfect was just a little too untouchable.

When she emerged, I blinked twice. That dress dipped below anything I had ever seen her wear before. There was a lot of side boob and when she bent over the globes of her breasts had my cock aching. This was warfare of a new kind. I couldn’t look away.

I stared at her all night. Her ass was even bigger than I thought it was. I wonder if she was the type to let her boyfriend eat it. Probably not, I reflected sadly. She was too straight laced for something so naughty. But a guy can dream can’t he?

Nancy’s POV

Brandon was acting weird. He was polite, though still somewhat distant. He kept bringing me champagne and even asked to travesti istanbul dance with me. His arms firm around my waist, he led me around the dance floor. I did catch him checking out my breasts. That thrilled me. That stuffy old Brandon was interested in my breasts, in my body. I let my ass brush up against him several times and I swore once I could hear him groan.

It was past two when we went up to bed and I fell into bed immediately,

“Not gonna put on something more comfortable?” Brandon asked, as I rolled around in the abundance of covers.

“Too tired. Too drunk,” and I was off to sleep.

I woke up two hours later very confused. Where was I? It was so dark in the room. Hotel rooms are notorious for being dark. Anyway, then I realized the problem. I was wet. Not the kind of wet I had felt dancing with Brandon. The bed smelled of urine. And then it struck me. I, a businesswoman of 32 years old, had just wet the bed.

“Oh shit, shit, shit,” I moaned, noting my white dress had a yellow tinge. I was going to tiptoe to the bathroom but then the desk lamp turned on. Brandon was standing there, rubbing his eyes, and looking right at me.

Brandon’s POV

“What’s wrong, Nancy?” But as I took in the scene it became obvious what was wrong. Nancy, my prim and prudish co-worker, had just pissed her bed. It was incomprehensible. It was so fucking sexy seeing her humiliation. I began to laugh, wanting to embarrass her further.

“You wet the bed? Nancy, aren’t you 32? Did you forget to put your nappy on before you went to bed?” I asked. And I noticed the flush rise in her face. But also the way her body quivered.

“Brandon, please, don’t tell-” she began to beg but I already had my phone out, snapping a picture of her and the soiled bed.

“I could forward this to the entire company. That my coworker is nothing but a little istanbul travestileri baby who can’t keep her panties dry,” I said. She began to cry. I was going to cum if I didn’t reign it in a little. “Maybe you should come over her and make me feel good,” Her head jerked up in surprise as she appraised me and saw my cock straining through my sweats. Then I saw a little gleam in her eye as she walked over to me, lowered herself to the ground and took my cock in her mouth.

Jesus Christ, she could suck cock. It was amazing as she gagged on my dick. I knew I was big and she struggled to take all of me. I stared at the stain on her bed. Damn, she had made one hell of a mess. How would we explain this to the hotel? I smirked. I’d let Nancy take care of that.

Once I finished in her mouth, I was feeling a little more tender. I bent down and helped her up. She had been crying and she wouldn’t look me in the eyes. I felt bad so I leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “It’s okay, baby. You know I won’t tell anyone right?”

“You won’t?” her eyes widened in surprise.

“I’m not the bad guy, Nancy. Maybe I am a pompous asshole but mostly I’m just your coworker and I don’t want you to be embarrassed. Except maybe in front of me,” I ducked my head, suddenly shy.

“I don’t mind being embarrassed in front of you,” Nancy whispered, “In fact, I-I think it turns me on”

Nancy’s POV

Brandon pushed me backwards on his bed and yanked off my sopping panties.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” and he began to kiss his way up my thighs. I smelled like piss, and I expected him to change his mind, but he pulled apart the folds of my pussy and began to lick me eagerly. It was exhilarating. He was taking me higher and higher.

“How’s my baby doing?” he said raising his head.

“Please,” I whimpered. He smirked (that same naughty smirk) and lowered his head to take my pussy into his mouth. Licking and licking until I practically screamed his name, twitched a little and then laid still. Then I felt another kiss on my mouth.

“You can sleep in my bed for the rest of the night,” he said. Cue cheeky smile.

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