Collecting Samples

I have plenty of men that I could ask to send me their cum but where is the fun in that?  When I first started sending care packages to my most special subs, my friend would drop off little frozen cum popsicles in tied off condoms.  That was an awkward conversation to broach, but he knows my work and is a good sport.  Even though he’s not a sub, he still enjoys treats like all men so he’s happy with his compensation.  Show a little titty and you can get just about anything in this world.

This isn’t to say I didn’t get enjoyment out of making my subs squeeze out the condoms into their gaping mouths for me.  Their watering eyes as they try to get it down without gagging.  They clearly hate it but still do it to please me.  That devotion and forcing them to do disgusting things in my name feeds my desire.  I want more though.  

Now I collect the samples myself.  Find some lucky anonymous cock for me to use and discard.  That’s my goal for tonight as I look around the hotel bar.  Since I started this new hobby, I’ve come to learn a few things.  Out of town business travelers provide the least complication and often looking for a little adventure while they are away from home.  It’s just after 8 and there’s a mix of people in the bar.  An older couple is watching the river from a table against the back wall of windows.  There’s a group of men wearing polo shirts with the same corporate logo on the chest.  That’s an option but it’s easier with a solo traveler.  

Then I saw him.  He was finishing dinner at the end of the bar.  The last few bites of a steak and half empty beer in front of him as he watches the hockey game on the TV above the bartender’s head.  I’d guess he’s in his late forties or early fifties.  A decent head of hair and salt and pepper beard that’s been trimmed recently.  His suit jacket is draped over the stool next to him and his broad shoulders on display in his tailored dress shirt.  Everything about him says a suite on a high floor.  I make my way across the room and sit down 2 stools down.  I see a ring on his hand, things are just getting better.  Hopefully won’t have to worry about this one falling in love like the medical supply salesman from Cleveland.  

I start watching the game but am also watching him in the mirror behind all the liquor.  He’s noticed me and took a second look, so I know he’s curious about the woman in the low-cut dress.  The bartender walks over and I order a vodka martini - dirty, wet and with 3 olives.  

In a bold move, he says, “Go ahead and add it to my tab.”  I look over and he shrugs his shoulders, “I’ll expense it, no worries.”  This one will need no convincing I think to myself.  “Thanks,” I say, “Mind if I move a little closer?” 

“Of course not,” he says with a slightly cocky smile.  He moves his jacket to the stool on the other side of him and pulls out the seat for me.  “What a gentleman,” I say in a flirty tone and drop into a mock curtsy.  He gives an obligatory laugh and slides the stool back in as I sit down.  We make small talk but really, I just want to get him back to his room.  I laugh at his little jokes, taking the opportunity to touch his shoulder as I giggle. I feign interest in the control systems that made him his money but now it’s time to get on with it.  I finish my drink, ready to ask him if he wants to show me his room.  

To my surprise, he says, “Let me close the tab and we can head upstairs,” beating me to the punch.  “I’m not that kind of girl,” I say playing along.  

“Yes, you are,” he whispers as he leans in and puts a hand on my knee.  Jesus, this might be more fun than I thought.  We walk to the elevator with his hand on the small of my back.  Once in the elevator, he suddenly looks less confident than he did in the bar.  “So, before we get to the room, I want to make sure I have enough…” he pauses and then adds “cash.”  

For a split second, I’m taken aback but quickly realize I’ve been playing these scenarios all wrong.  “You tell me honey.  What am I worth to you?”

“$400?”

“Try again.  Or should I go back to the bar?”

“$600?” He says more confidently.  I look him up and down and reply “Only because you’re sexy.  But just know, I’m in charge.  I promise if you leave everything to me, you won’t be disappointed.”  

“Take the lead,” he says, gesturing to the hallway as the doors open to the 22^nd floor.  His room is a suite like I expected.  Couch and small kitchenette in the front, bathroom in the middle and king size bed in the back.  I ask for a minute and head into the bathroom.  I take a jar from my purse and remove the lid.  I want to be ready.  I leave it in the bathroom and walk back out into the front room.  I notice a pile of bills on the coffee table and feel a slight twitch.  I never tire of taking money from men.  He’s sitting on the couch, and I walk past the table to straddle him.  Sitting on his lap and his hands go straight to my hips.  I decide that high class hookers don’t kiss on the mouth, so I start kissing his neck.  I quickly move to start unbuttoning his shirt and kissing down his hairy chest.

I slide off his lap and kneel between his legs.  My touch has him excited and I’m pleased to see that his bulge is substantial.  The last one was a bit of a disappointment so I’m glad to have something that will fill me.  I undo his button, draw down the zipper, and reach in to set his cock free.  The bulge didn’t lie.  He’s thick and veined, at least 7” and maybe a little longer.  He’s circumcised with a pronounced light purple tip.  I trace my tongue around the ridge below his head and give a little flick to the underside.  He let’s out a moan as he closes his eyes and leans his head back, letting me do my thing.

As soon as he settles, I take him fully in my mouth.  A few slow movements of my lips going from the tip down as far as I can go.  I take it slow so I don’t gag, and let some extra spit coat his shaft before adding my hand to the base.  I increase the speed, stroking in unison with my sucking.  I want this part to go fast so I can enjoy the next phase.  This is primarily for collection, but I am looking forward to letting him fuck me with this big hard cock.  He is starting to moan more and whispers something about how good it feels.  I go even faster, really focusing on his tip with my tongue, and letting some extra saliva run out when he starts to feel dry under my hand.  He asks me to slow down so I pull my head away but keep stroking fast.  “This is only the beginning baby.  You just sit back and enjoy,” I tell him before going back to his cock.  

It’s no more than a minute before he starts breathing hard and his hips start writhing.  “I’m going to cum,” he says as if I couldn’t tell.  Maybe he just wanted to say it for himself or maybe he expected me to pull away.  I want every drop though.  As he starts to cum, I seal my lips around his and pull back my tongue.  He fills my mouth with his hot salty cum.  I wouldn’t say it tastes good but it’s not the worst I’ve had.  I wait until I’m sure he’s finished and then use my lips to squeeze out every drop.  I stand and hold up one finger as I start moving to the bathroom.   I spit the cum out into the jar I left on the counter, put on the lid, and tuck it into my purse.  “That’s one,” I say to myself as I check my makeup in the mirror.  I see a small bottle of lotion on the counter, grab it and head back out.

I was only gone a minute or two, but he’s put his cock away and zipped up his pants.  His breathing is still coming down and he has a satisfied smile.  I frown playfully and say, “I told you that just the beginning.  Take off your clothes off and meet me in the bedroom.”  I drop the shoulders straps off my dress and shimmy it down over my hips in the little hallway.  My lingerie is lacy and black and cuts across my butt cheeks.  I look over my shoulder and his eyes are glued to my ass as he takes off his still unbuttoned shirt.  I step out of the dress and go sit on the edge of the bed.  Setting the lotion on the bedside table.  

He comes in a few second later, still wearing his underwear and socks.  He’s got a good body for his age.  You can see the shadow of a former athlete under his slightly soft midsection and hairy chest.  “I said take off your clothes, especially the socks,” I tease while peering at his feet over the edge of the bed.  He bends over, takes off his socks and then drops his underwear slightly shyly as if I didn’t just have his cock in my mouth.  I pat the bed next to me and comes over to sit down.  I ask him to help me with my bra and he barely fumbles.  I hand him the bottle of lotion and tell him to give me a little back rub.  “No pressure but your performance in the back rub will determine how well I fuck you,” I tease, and he laughs.  

“Guess I’ll have to do a good job then,” he responds while still chuckling.  I roll and lay face down on the bed.  Make sure I’m comfortable and turn my head towards the window.  The sun has set but there’s still the glow at the horizon before it goes fully dark.  He squirts a little lotion in his hands and rubs them together to warm up the lotion.  He spreads the lotion with a firm pressure and his hands are smooth, not surprising for a businessman.  His technique is amateurish but nice.  As he gets to the lower back, I ask him to not get any on my panties.  He backs away and I pull my hips up so my ass is in the air.  I lower my panties and move them past my knees one at time.  Instead of lowering back down, I stay on all fours to see what he does.  He doesn’t disappoint.  He gets more lotion and massages my ass and the back of my thighs, not so subtly spreading me open wider so he can get he full view of my wet pussy and tight asshole.  

After a couple minutes he can’t resist and buries his face in my pussy.  I get worried because he’s licking around kind of unfocused, but he settles in and starts doing little circles on my clit.  I drop my shoulders down further and arch to really open myself for him.  He continues to work my clit and some other woman has clearly coached him up, “Probably the wife,” I think as I remember the ring.  I wish I had something inside me too, rubbing my g-spot and filling me up but he’s doing well with my clit, so I try to focus on his tongue.  It starts to build, and he gets me to the edge quicker than anticipated.  I want to draw it out a little longer, so I focus on riding the edge.  He’s in tune with my signals and picks up the speed that his tongue is flicking.  So much for riding the edge and I cum hard.  He buries his tongue inside my pussy, lapping up my juices before going back to my clit.  I drop my hips to one side and pull him down next to me.  

I kiss his cheek and call him a good boy.  I reach down to feel his cock, see if it’s woken back up yet.  Sure enough, he’s hard again and even has some fresh precum on the tip.  “Tits or ass?” I ask and he responds, “Both.”  “No good,” I say.  “Tits,” I ask again as I jiggle one breast and give my nipple a tweak, “Or ass?” as I turn my hips and give my cheek a playful spank.  

“If I have to choose,” he says while pondering a near impossible choice, “I love your ass,” grabbing my cheek and giving it a firm squeeze.  

“’Good choice big boy,” I say in my sexiest voice.  “Now lay back and let me take care of everything.”  He rolls to his back and I climb on top with head towards his feet, giving him an unobstructed view of my ass.  

I grab his cock and start to guide it inside when he says, “Wait, what about a condom?”  

“Ugh,” I think to myself.  We were so close.  “I prefer the real thing,” I say.  “I get tested weekly, and you’re married so seems unlikely you have anything.  Plus, I have an IUD, so I’d rather feel your big cock stretch me without a rubber.  What do you think, big boy?  Live dangerously.”

I worry he’ll insist but he says, “I prefer it that way too.  And you’ve been tested recently?” he asks hopefully.  “Last Tuesday.  Clean bill of health.” I respond and don’t wait for confirmation before grabbing his cock again.  I rub it against my lips to spread my wetness on his head and then lower myself onto him.  It slides in easily but there is satisfying stretch.  I haven’t been with anyone this girthy in a long time and it feels amazing to be truly filled.  I let myself relax as I raise and lower on his dick, feeling the ridge of the head move past my g spot.  His hands move to my ass and gives some playful smacks, almost like he’s playing bongos.  “Fuck, your cock feels so good,” I moan, looking back over my shoulder as I continue to ride.  He seems to be enjoying watching my cheeks jiggle and getting a good look at my bouncing asshole, so I focus on what feels good to me.  I find a rhythm that I like and his cock stretching me wide and rubbing against my g spot is amazing.  

I’m building but still have a way to go when he grabs my hips and starts thrusting up from the bottom.  Apparently, my rhythm was a little too slow for him but it still feels very good.  I switch it up to match his thrusting and soon we are both moaning and breathing harder.  He’s telling me how great my tight wet pussy is and I moan about how great his fat cock feels inside me.  It feels like a race to the finish and I realize he’s going to win.

  “Fuck!” I think to myself as I realize I’m only going to cum once this time around. I’m briefly disappointed but know I’ll cum many more times after I feed his cum to my subs.  I keep the pace fast and give him a bit of show as I increase my moans and tell him no one has ever fucked me like this before.  That does the trick and he’s hips start to spasm as he fills me with cum.  I continue to ride but go much shallower and hold in all his hot cum.  I climb off and notice that some of my precious cum has leaked out and in clinging to his pubes.  I get between his legs and run my tongue up and down his cock, cleaning him up but really allowing me to gather some of the leaked cum into my fingers.  “See, now wasn’t that great,” I say as I back off the bed.  

“It was fucking amazing,” he responds but I’m already gathering my clothes and making my way to the bathroom.  I pull a second, shallower and wider container from my purse and put it on the floor.  I squat over the container and push out and scrape as much cum as I can, including the little bit I scooped from his pubes.  This container is for my special pet.  He’s been with me the longest so he gets one that is mixed with my juices and he pays well for the privilege.  The other jar will be split between a few subs that are still proving themselves to me.  I put on my clothes, pack the samples, and head out.  Without pausing, I say, “Thanks for the great time love,” and grab the money off the coffee table as I walk out the door and down to the elevator.