My lesbian encounter at a conference
I had a fun experience last month and I’ll try to describe it as a storyline so it’s interesting to you all to read. I don’t know how I’ve been lucky enough to have so many of these experiences. It helps being very attractive so the kinds of women I’m looking for are already watching me. And since I’ve learned to be looking out for sluts, maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised that we find each other.
I traveled to a conference for event planners. It started with a networking event the night before and a dinner, and the main event was the next day. I was mingling and there were only a few other attractive women and one specially got my attention. I thought she was early 20s but learned later she’s 27. She has a youthful face and a very fine slender figure and long brown hair. (That turned out weird to me because usually I think Hispanic women look older than they really are but not this one.) What drew my attention to her is not just how hot she was but also she seemed a little sluttier than the others. She was dressed appropriately - casual and attractive - but it seemed to me a step or two past what the rest of us were wearing. She had a crop top on but with an attractive jacket. And her skirt was high-waited and also just a little bit shorter than what I’d expect, enough to catch the attention from someone like me. And she had high heels. Lots of women did, but hers were a little sexier. She caught me watching her more than once, and I smiled at her so she came over and started chatting. It started typical and professional but it became a little flirty, and I semi-flirted back to see where it would go.
She latched on to me and stuck with me as we networked with others. I couldn’t quite figure her out. She had the slut feeling to me but was acting more like someone used to being in control. So I decided to hide my nature until I could figure her out. She sat next to me at dinner. As we talked, she touched my arm and shoulder occasionally. We were talking about some stories in the news and she told me that she liked women and asked if I’d ever been with a woman. It felt a little awkward how she brought it up but not altogether clumsy since we’d been flirting. I was mildly evasive but told her in a soft voice that sometimes I have fantasies with girls - which is true. She liked that and got more bold. I was wearing a nice skirt that was above my knees but still conservative, and she put her hand on my knee as she leaned forward to ask me if I’d like to go to her hotel after dinner and we could share some wine. And her hand so slightly moved up my leg just enough to reach past the hem.
That’s when I realized what was bothering me. I told you she was dressing just a bit on the slutty side compared to everyone else. And her attitude and actions were telling me she’s a slut. But the way she was talking to me and treating me was like I was the slut. And I was dressed conservatively and acting properly and hadn’t given her any reason to think that I’m a slut. During dinner, I could tell she was excited thinking about our rendezvous. And to be honest, I was excited thinking about having fun with her. She kept a hand on my leg most of the time and kept staring at my body. She kept assuring me that I was making a good decision and we would have a fun time, like she was afraid I would back out. She seemed insecure to me.
There was an after dinner speaker and we all had drink tickets to use. She followed along when I went to the bar and I was thinking that I would’ve sent one of my sluts to get drinks for the two of us. She got bolder as she drank, and she moved her hand further up my leg under the table. I already told you she was very attractive, and I was excited about undressing her. The speaker was done and we were able to get up and mingle if we wanted, and she asked if I was ready to leave and have a great time. She didn’t order me or anything — it was more like she was checking to make sure I hadn’t changed my mind. She tried putting a hand on my waist at one point and then on my butt for a moment while we were walking but I got the feeling she was uncomfortable doing that but wanted to guide me to her car and be ready if I got nervous. I felt she wanted me to feel like she owned me. When we got to the car, she upped her game. She complimented me and told me I was easily the sexiest woman at the conference and couldn’t stop staring at me and she was dying all night to see more of me and would I please unbutton my blouse for her. I don’t exactly remember how she said it, but it was a request, not a command.
That was enough. I was ready to go with her to her room, but I was tired of her treating me like a slut and my control nature took over. I told her I wouldn’t do that in the parking lot and that flustered her and she was apologizing and telling me it was okay and we should still go have some wine, and then I felt I knew for sure what was going on. She was someone’s slut. And the company she works for had sent her away to this conference and she had decided that she wanted to be the mistress tonight. But even though she kind of knew what to do because of her role, she still had the mindset of a slut. I told her that she couldn’t treat me like slut and that I owned a bunch of sluts back home and I know the right way to treat sluts. She was worried that I was changing my mind and apologized and I could feel her slut coming through. I shifted my gaze away from her face and stared at her breasts. She was uncomfortable with the silence and with me staring at her body, and she started fidgeting. I asked if she had a mistress or a master, and the story came out. She was the slut for an older master and she missed having girlfriends like she had in college and wanted to have a lesbian affair while she was away. I told her I would give her the best night of sex she could imagine but I was going to be in charge. And she agreed immediately — it felt like she was relieved to give me the control.
I could feel her desperation, and I was still upset at how she treated me, and I wasn’t planning to see her again after this conference, so I decided to be outrageous. I said something like since she thought it was appropriate for sluts to undress in parking lots, I wanted her to give me her skirt and then play with herself here. Almost automatically, she unzipped her skirt, and then she stopped. I got the feeling this wasn’t the first time she was going to be nude in a public area. There weren’t any lights where her car was parked but the moon was bright and she nervously asked what if someone walks by. I ignored her complaint. Her top was tight enough on her and she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples gave away how horny she was. I told her to give me her skirt if she wanted any kisses from me. She looked around to see if anyone else was in the lot and stepped out of her skirt. I didn’t say anything and just stared at her black, bikini panties, and she knew what I wanted. She pulled them to the side and began masturbating while she leaned against her car. She was so gorgeous and her legs and her skin between her crop top and her panties glowed in the moonlight. I let her do that for a minute and then I kissed her. She stopped masturbating as her hands pulled me tightly against her. But I just gave her the one kiss and told her to give me her panties so I could finger her. She was too horny to argue and was used to following commands. She quickly gave them to me and waited for my next command. I admired how smooth and completely hairless her pussy was in the moonlight and silently thanked her master for that. I could hardly wait to touch it and I fingered her and we kissed until she had an orgasm that wasn’t as quiet as she wanted. She was embarrassed and begged to go. We drove to her hotel garage. I still had her skirt and panties and said before I’d give them to her, she had to kiss me seductively some more while I fingered her, and we did that until I made her cum twice more. I owned her by then. Every time she came, it was more intense than the one before and made her more desperate and pleading for another. She would have let me finger her in the car all night if that’s what I’d ordered her to do. TBH, I had the feeling that by that point, she was so absorbed by her orgasms that she would have let me finger-fuck her on top of the car or maybe even in the lobby if commanded.
We went to her room. I’d given her back her skirt but kept the panties, and I lifted the skirt and was rubbing her ass in the elevator. She stripped her clothes off as fast as possible when we got to her room and we kissed. I made her lie on the floor and masturbate again while I slowly undressed above her and then I kneeled over her face so she could lick me and give me the multiple orgasms I deserved for waiting this long. We took turns licking each other’s bodies and kissing and tribbing all to my orders. We got up early and I had her drive me back to get my rental car. I made her leave the crop top behind and just wear the short jacket and traded her skirt and panties for some tight gym shorts she had brought in case she wanted to work out. And I had her keep the heels on. Now she really looked as slutty as I knew she was. I don’t know if this is racist but there’s something about a slutty Hispanic girl that melts me but I didn’t let her know that. Every time we stopped at a red light or a stop sign, she spread her legs and I rubbed her pussy through her shorts while giving her a kiss.
After we got my car, she followed me to my hotel so we could take a shower together. (She admitted later that she was playing with herself while were driving there.) My shower was a lot nicer than hers. And it was funny going up to my room because she wanted to cover the wet spot on her shorts without drawing attention to it. She was so slutty and it made me so horny, and she was so desperate for more sex that I don’t think she realized how badly I wanted more of her. We skipped breakfast for more sex. I didn’t want to pull my fingers out of her when we were in the shower. I’d told her not to check out of her room because I had a late flight and we could have more sex after the conference ends at her room. She told me it would make her master mad if she came back a day late. We were still in bed during this discussion. I made her tongue-fuck me and I came on her mouth and that reminded her how much she needed a turn and that I was in charge. I threatened her that if she wanted to check out, I would masturbate her in the airport instead. She shuddered but I could tell that she was imagining how slutty that would be because it boosted the energy she used to lick my body. She ultimately gave in to my demand. She was so mine.
We went to the conference after our morning sex and then left before the final speaker and went back to her hotel for more sex. I had her undress and masturbate again while I made a video of her. She’s a well trained slut and gave a great show, and I gave her what she needed. She pleaded that she wants to see me again. I really hated saying goodbye to that slutty, sexy body, and I promised her that we would meet up for more sex. I showed the video to my sluts when I got home, and they all want her to come visit and cum with them. Maybe I was wrong about never seeing her again.
I traveled to a conference for event planners. It started with a networking event the night before and a dinner, and the main event was the next day. I was mingling and there were only a few other attractive women and one specially got my attention. I thought she was early 20s but learned later she’s 27. She has a youthful face and a very fine slender figure and long brown hair. (That turned out weird to me because usually I think Hispanic women look older than they really are but not this one.) What drew my attention to her is not just how hot she was but also she seemed a little sluttier than the others. She was dressed appropriately - casual and attractive - but it seemed to me a step or two past what the rest of us were wearing. She had a crop top on but with an attractive jacket. And her skirt was high-waited and also just a little bit shorter than what I’d expect, enough to catch the attention from someone like me. And she had high heels. Lots of women did, but hers were a little sexier. She caught me watching her more than once, and I smiled at her so she came over and started chatting. It started typical and professional but it became a little flirty, and I semi-flirted back to see where it would go.
She latched on to me and stuck with me as we networked with others. I couldn’t quite figure her out. She had the slut feeling to me but was acting more like someone used to being in control. So I decided to hide my nature until I could figure her out. She sat next to me at dinner. As we talked, she touched my arm and shoulder occasionally. We were talking about some stories in the news and she told me that she liked women and asked if I’d ever been with a woman. It felt a little awkward how she brought it up but not altogether clumsy since we’d been flirting. I was mildly evasive but told her in a soft voice that sometimes I have fantasies with girls - which is true. She liked that and got more bold. I was wearing a nice skirt that was above my knees but still conservative, and she put her hand on my knee as she leaned forward to ask me if I’d like to go to her hotel after dinner and we could share some wine. And her hand so slightly moved up my leg just enough to reach past the hem.
That’s when I realized what was bothering me. I told you she was dressing just a bit on the slutty side compared to everyone else. And her attitude and actions were telling me she’s a slut. But the way she was talking to me and treating me was like I was the slut. And I was dressed conservatively and acting properly and hadn’t given her any reason to think that I’m a slut. During dinner, I could tell she was excited thinking about our rendezvous. And to be honest, I was excited thinking about having fun with her. She kept a hand on my leg most of the time and kept staring at my body. She kept assuring me that I was making a good decision and we would have a fun time, like she was afraid I would back out. She seemed insecure to me.
There was an after dinner speaker and we all had drink tickets to use. She followed along when I went to the bar and I was thinking that I would’ve sent one of my sluts to get drinks for the two of us. She got bolder as she drank, and she moved her hand further up my leg under the table. I already told you she was very attractive, and I was excited about undressing her. The speaker was done and we were able to get up and mingle if we wanted, and she asked if I was ready to leave and have a great time. She didn’t order me or anything — it was more like she was checking to make sure I hadn’t changed my mind. She tried putting a hand on my waist at one point and then on my butt for a moment while we were walking but I got the feeling she was uncomfortable doing that but wanted to guide me to her car and be ready if I got nervous. I felt she wanted me to feel like she owned me. When we got to the car, she upped her game. She complimented me and told me I was easily the sexiest woman at the conference and couldn’t stop staring at me and she was dying all night to see more of me and would I please unbutton my blouse for her. I don’t exactly remember how she said it, but it was a request, not a command.
That was enough. I was ready to go with her to her room, but I was tired of her treating me like a slut and my control nature took over. I told her I wouldn’t do that in the parking lot and that flustered her and she was apologizing and telling me it was okay and we should still go have some wine, and then I felt I knew for sure what was going on. She was someone’s slut. And the company she works for had sent her away to this conference and she had decided that she wanted to be the mistress tonight. But even though she kind of knew what to do because of her role, she still had the mindset of a slut. I told her that she couldn’t treat me like slut and that I owned a bunch of sluts back home and I know the right way to treat sluts. She was worried that I was changing my mind and apologized and I could feel her slut coming through. I shifted my gaze away from her face and stared at her breasts. She was uncomfortable with the silence and with me staring at her body, and she started fidgeting. I asked if she had a mistress or a master, and the story came out. She was the slut for an older master and she missed having girlfriends like she had in college and wanted to have a lesbian affair while she was away. I told her I would give her the best night of sex she could imagine but I was going to be in charge. And she agreed immediately — it felt like she was relieved to give me the control.
I could feel her desperation, and I was still upset at how she treated me, and I wasn’t planning to see her again after this conference, so I decided to be outrageous. I said something like since she thought it was appropriate for sluts to undress in parking lots, I wanted her to give me her skirt and then play with herself here. Almost automatically, she unzipped her skirt, and then she stopped. I got the feeling this wasn’t the first time she was going to be nude in a public area. There weren’t any lights where her car was parked but the moon was bright and she nervously asked what if someone walks by. I ignored her complaint. Her top was tight enough on her and she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples gave away how horny she was. I told her to give me her skirt if she wanted any kisses from me. She looked around to see if anyone else was in the lot and stepped out of her skirt. I didn’t say anything and just stared at her black, bikini panties, and she knew what I wanted. She pulled them to the side and began masturbating while she leaned against her car. She was so gorgeous and her legs and her skin between her crop top and her panties glowed in the moonlight. I let her do that for a minute and then I kissed her. She stopped masturbating as her hands pulled me tightly against her. But I just gave her the one kiss and told her to give me her panties so I could finger her. She was too horny to argue and was used to following commands. She quickly gave them to me and waited for my next command. I admired how smooth and completely hairless her pussy was in the moonlight and silently thanked her master for that. I could hardly wait to touch it and I fingered her and we kissed until she had an orgasm that wasn’t as quiet as she wanted. She was embarrassed and begged to go. We drove to her hotel garage. I still had her skirt and panties and said before I’d give them to her, she had to kiss me seductively some more while I fingered her, and we did that until I made her cum twice more. I owned her by then. Every time she came, it was more intense than the one before and made her more desperate and pleading for another. She would have let me finger her in the car all night if that’s what I’d ordered her to do. TBH, I had the feeling that by that point, she was so absorbed by her orgasms that she would have let me finger-fuck her on top of the car or maybe even in the lobby if commanded.
We went to her room. I’d given her back her skirt but kept the panties, and I lifted the skirt and was rubbing her ass in the elevator. She stripped her clothes off as fast as possible when we got to her room and we kissed. I made her lie on the floor and masturbate again while I slowly undressed above her and then I kneeled over her face so she could lick me and give me the multiple orgasms I deserved for waiting this long. We took turns licking each other’s bodies and kissing and tribbing all to my orders. We got up early and I had her drive me back to get my rental car. I made her leave the crop top behind and just wear the short jacket and traded her skirt and panties for some tight gym shorts she had brought in case she wanted to work out. And I had her keep the heels on. Now she really looked as slutty as I knew she was. I don’t know if this is racist but there’s something about a slutty Hispanic girl that melts me but I didn’t let her know that. Every time we stopped at a red light or a stop sign, she spread her legs and I rubbed her pussy through her shorts while giving her a kiss.
After we got my car, she followed me to my hotel so we could take a shower together. (She admitted later that she was playing with herself while were driving there.) My shower was a lot nicer than hers. And it was funny going up to my room because she wanted to cover the wet spot on her shorts without drawing attention to it. She was so slutty and it made me so horny, and she was so desperate for more sex that I don’t think she realized how badly I wanted more of her. We skipped breakfast for more sex. I didn’t want to pull my fingers out of her when we were in the shower. I’d told her not to check out of her room because I had a late flight and we could have more sex after the conference ends at her room. She told me it would make her master mad if she came back a day late. We were still in bed during this discussion. I made her tongue-fuck me and I came on her mouth and that reminded her how much she needed a turn and that I was in charge. I threatened her that if she wanted to check out, I would masturbate her in the airport instead. She shuddered but I could tell that she was imagining how slutty that would be because it boosted the energy she used to lick my body. She ultimately gave in to my demand. She was so mine.
We went to the conference after our morning sex and then left before the final speaker and went back to her hotel for more sex. I had her undress and masturbate again while I made a video of her. She’s a well trained slut and gave a great show, and I gave her what she needed. She pleaded that she wants to see me again. I really hated saying goodbye to that slutty, sexy body, and I promised her that we would meet up for more sex. I showed the video to my sluts when I got home, and they all want her to come visit and cum with them. Maybe I was wrong about never seeing her again.
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