What Happens in Spain Ch. 15

She'd taken Oscar in her mouth before, but had only occasionally swallowed, only when spitting his cum out hadn't been a convenient option. She didn't mind Oscar spewing on her face or chest, even spurting in her mouth -- but she didn't like to keep it there and really didn't like his taste. But with Ryan, she wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted him to enjoy the best blowjob she was capable of giving. She wanted to be as slutty and wanton for him as she could be.

It didn't hurt that he was the largest cock she'd ever seen, just the size being a turn on for her.

"Was that OK?" she asked after she'd turned to kiss him again. She'd thought she'd swallowed everything but had wiped her mouth on the sheets, just to be sure, before she'd turned her head back to his.

"Oh My God, it was wonderful."

She snuggled back to his side, her mind beginning to come back to reality. Rising a bit onto an elbow she looked at the clock. "You know what? We never did call Lori for dinner last night."

"She's probably not surprised. I'd bet she met Tina and Sherry."

"I don't think Tina was coming to the hotel last night, she said she'd be staying at home this week with her family. She only lives 10 minutes away. She probably hooked up with Sherry though, she was supposed to arrive a few hours later than us. I think we need to get up, we've just got time to go for breakfast before we head to the office."

Sherry and Lori were indeed enjoying the breakfast buffet when they arrived. "Hey, you two, right on time! We were afraid we were going to have to come bang on your door," Sherry laughed as they arrived.

Irene blushed. Despite that her three woman co-workers all knew she was staying with Ryan, having an affair with Ryan, they had all gone swimming naked with Ryan, and although they didn't know that she and Ryan had sex with Tina watching, her rigid upbringing still had her feeling sheepish about them indicating they knew they'd had sex last night. At least they didn't outright accuse them of just having had sex, although that was the truth.

The shuttle picked them up a few minutes later; it turned out the hotel was further away from the office than was Tina's home.

~

It was a bit strange to be queried by Mr. Thompson about what they needed to do. In the past, when Carlos had been in charge of her office, he had always told his employees what to do. Now the change was obvious. As Mr. Thompson said, "Generally, those who are best suited to identify and solve a problem are those who are closest to it, not," he said with a self-deprecating smile and pointing his thumb at his chest, "some suit from corporate. So, let's hear it. What isn't working? What can we do to improve the program, improve the process? Which of your co-workers are dead weight, which ones aren't pulling their fair share? And particularly, where are the security risks?" He looked around the room and said, "I'm really proud of all of you. I've never been with a group that has been so productive."

Irene was surprised by the call for lunch, a surprise that returned every day that week. After the intro, they'd talked and shared, and immediately become immersed in problem finding, and problem solving. They found they had all, at their respective offices, sort of recognized a problem but had never really fully identified it alone. But now, bouncing ideas and feedback off each other they realized their individual observations were all virtually identical -- and there was indeed a problem. After getting on a conference call with the software provider, through a never before seen secure conference app provided by Mr. Thompson, she had to look at the clock to confirm that it, surprisingly, was time for lunch. After having wondered what they could possibly talk about for 5 days before they began, at lunch time every day she was amazed that the morning had flown by. They were busy, and being productive, without someone, without anyone except themselves, telling them exactly what to do.

~

"Are you going to wear... your jewelry?" Ryan asked as they were in the elevator going to their room. It was only to change and freshen up as they were to meet the girls in the lobby in 15 minutes for dinner.

She hesitated momentarily, a secret thrill running through her body as she thought she understood exactly what he was asking. "All of them?"

"I think I'd like that."

"Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll have to take it easy with me," she said, turning and slipping into his arms, turning her face up to give him a kiss.

His right hand slid down to her bottom, squeezing her butt cheek, his left hand slipping up to cup her breast. "I will. I'll be gentle," he answered, and she realized she had just committed to letting Ryan fuck her ass.

~

"Ryan, Irene," Tina said as they walked into the hotel bar, "This is my husband, Terry. He works downtown too, and since I'm going home later, he came over to join us for dinner." Lori and Sherry walked in almost immediately afterward, the introductions immediately repeated.

"It seems so late," Ryan said as they stepped out of the hotel into the dark of night. "It's not even 5 and it's so dark."

"The sun has been down for a couple of hours," Tina spoke up, turning back to him. "What time does it get dark in Palo Alto?"

"Sunset is just about now, but it won't really get dark for at least another half hour.

"I guess it's the same on the other end of the day... in the mornings. I think it's getting light about 9 am now."

"Wow, it's been light for a couple of hours by that time back home."

"What can I say, Welcome to the North? Short days in winter, long days in summer."

"So, you're the famous Irene," Terry said, moments later, having stepped up next to her as they walked toward the restaurant. Although below freezing, there was no wind and it wasn't unbearably cold, so they'd decided to walk the few blocks to the recommended eatery.

"Well, I am Irene," she laughed, "although I'm not sure how famous I am. Why? What did Tina tell you?"

"Probably everything," he responded, Irene's stomach constricting at the thought of what Tina had told him. She blushed at the thought, suddenly knowing Tina really had told him everything, probably just as she'd told Oscar everything. She'd told about them masturbating together, Tina watching Ryan fuck her silly, Tina watching her suck Ryan's cock and probably about the two of them watching Tina masturbate with her borrowed friend... and...

"That was quite a toy she brought home," Terry said. Irene glanced around, seeing that the others had slipped back a few steps out of ear shot. "We've had a lot of fun with it."

"I can imagine."

"Do you miss it?" he asked, his tone of voice saying that it was a tease.

"Not anymore," she teased in return, "I got me another." Terry laughed outright.

"What's so funny?" Sherry asked, having quick stepped from behind to catch them right then.

"Just talking about how well you all seem to work together. You're quite a team," Terry answered, saving Irene from making up a lie that she hadn't been planning on.

"We do have a great team," Sherry answered. "Isn't that the restaurant?" she said, pointing across the street.

~

"Let me," Ryan said, two hours later, back in their hotel room. Irene had been about to unbutton her blouse after taking off her sweater, reaching behind her back for the buttons, instead stopping as Ryan put his arms around her and pulled her close. Turning her face up to his, his lips locked onto hers as his fingers slipped button after button down her back. Once finished, he eased the material from her shoulders, leaving her with just her full coverage bra. Not a bra for seduction, this was the work version she normally wore during the day.

"Sorry I didn't have time to change my bra for you," she apologized as his hands momentarily fumbled with the rear clasp.

"It's not the bra, it's what's inside..." he whispered, his mouth moving up to nibble at her ear as he lowered her bra straps from her shoulders, her breasts falling free as the cups pulled away. Dropping the bra to the floor his hand filled itself with her breast, an 'ummm' of a pleasurable moan heard as he fondled her. Bending his body, lowering his mouth to her breast, he sucked in her nipple, causing her body to shiver in response. "I thought you were going to wear your diamond decorations again..." he said, just before his teeth clamped onto her nipple. A shudder ran through her body in response.

"I uh, I didn't..."

"Shhh, it's OK," he shushed her, his hand now slipping free to her backside to squeeze her buttocks. Reaching around with his other hand, he gripped her bottom two handed and pulled her forward against him, feeling nothing initially except for bare skin through her skirt. "Uhmm... a thong..." he whispered in her ear as his fingers suddenly found the strings. He'd been about to accuse her of being panty less, but now caressing downward along her ass crack he came across the one jewel that he had hoped to find. Letting his fingers raise the skirt material, once he could get underneath it, he found and hooked her thong panty, moving it slowly down her leg. At the same time, Irene's hands pulled away slightly, sliding between them to find and open his belt and zipper.

"I like it when you don't wear panties," he said, his hands slipping back under her skirt and gripping her now naked ass. His fingers curled into the center, bumping against the ruby adornment it found there. Pulling them back he found the catch on her skirt and seconds later Irene was standing naked in front of him. His own hands reached for the ceiling as her hands lifted his own shirt off. Just dropping the shirt behind him, one of her hands lowered to his enormous erection, gripping him as the other hand worked the edge of his pants and underwear. She just pushed them down his legs, working them off until, he too, was naked in front of her. She leaned in and kissed his chest, letting her tongue and mouth find his nipple, but he interrupted as she continued to drop toward her knees to take him in her mouth. "Not this time," he said, pulling her from her shoulders upright. Wrapping his arm around her he picked her up and moved her backward until her legs bumped into the bed. Pushing her backward, she sat, yet still he pushed causing her to lie on her back. Spreading her legs with his own he slipped forward between them. Reaching down one handed he gripped one of her legs, lifting it to his shoulder and then did the other. "Oh my God, you've got a gorgeous pussy," he said, moving forward. He aimed his cock towards her waiting wetness, but slipped above her vagina, riding up between her lips. He eased back to align himself, and Irene again reached in, pushing his erection down to align with her sex. This time his cock head split her lips, eased in an inch, then two, pulled back and then repeated. On the third time she flinched as his cock bumped her cervix, and then he was entirely inside her.

"Oh My God, Ryan... You feel so good."

"It's supposed to," he answered, one hand reaching down so his thumb could caress her clit. Irene reached down two handed, separating her lips and giving him better access to her most sensitive spot. He pulled back, virtually coming out of her, before sliding back forward, burying himself to the hilt once again. With the slow teasing of his cock internally, and his thumb on her clit externally, he was expertly moving her wanton body towards an orgasm. She knew she was almost there; it wouldn't take but a few more thrusts and she could cum. When he pulled back and didn't push back in, instead moving just another inch back where his cock flipped up and away from her pussy, she groaned in frustration.

Ryan stepped back, allowing her legs to come off his shoulders, lowering them to the bed. "What are you doing?" she asked quizzically, not at first understanding his pulling away. Without a word he turned and stepped over to the end table, picking up a condom and the small squeeze bottle of lube that had been left there. Returning to her, he once again lifted her legs to his shoulders before opening the condom package and she now understood what was about to happen. Irene pulled her lower lip between her teeth. He hadn't answered her query, but she knew exactly what was coming. She watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock and dribbled a couple of drops of extra lubricant onto it, smearing the lubricant around, before reaching between her legs. Finding the ruby butt plug, he slowly pulled until it suddenly popped free. She felt her sphincter protest as the larger portion that had been inside her pulled through, a short feeling of coolness as she realized her ass hole hadn't immediately closed, and then relaxed as her ass began closing.

"You're sure, you're ready for this?" he asked, dribbling another couple of drops of lubricant to her anus, his finger spreading and his fingertip penetrating her partially open ass. She didn't answer, her nonresponse correctly assumed by him as permission. Her eyes wide, she watched, as he pushed his cock down and guided it to her backdoor.

She'd vowed to herself, if it ever came to this, she wasn't going to complain, just let him take, and her give, the pleasure she knew he got from this. She felt his cock head pushing against her bottom, her eyes closing and ass protesting that this was bigger than anything she'd yet passed through that opening. She knew she grimaced at the slight pain, biting her lips, a tear forming in her eye. She felt the dribble of another couple of drops of lube, and then the stretching eased slightly. Ryan stopped his movement, letting her relax and, when she felt she was ready, she said, "Ok, you can do it again. I'm ready to take you in."

"I'm already in," he said. Her eyes flashed open, not realizing he'd stopped when his glans had popped through into her ass. "Are you OK?"

She nodded her head. "Take it slow?" she asked, "Until I get used to it?"

"Of course," he answered, once again reaching down with his hand to let his thumb strum her clit. She could see his body slowly move forward and backwards, each stroke moving another fraction of an inch inside her. Twice more he drippled lubricant onto her ass, and then a drop onto her clit. Although her own juices had her pussy well lubricated, she could tell that the artificial liquid was silkier, smoother, and wetter than was her own. Closing her eyes, she arched her head back, her fingers again separating her labia to expose her clit to his caress, all the while his cock slipping further in and out of her ass.

She really hadn't known whether she'd find his cock in her ass pleasurable or not, but recognized that whether it was or not, his gentle caressing of her clit, was. As his motions inside her increased, his thumb motion against her clit became erratic and her fingers moved from spreading her labia for him to replacing his thumb and touching herself. As soon as she did this his hands both moved to her hips, holding her, as his fucking motions increased. Apparently, he could also tell when she needed more lubricant, several times he applied a few more drops, and now his motions were continuous -- fucking her ass just as he had fucked her pussy, so well, so many times.

Whether it was Ryan's cock in her ass, her own rubbing of her clit, the combination of all -- she felt the heat and tension rising in her body. She surprised herself with the realization that, although this felt good she wished she was feeling her pussy full of his cock at the same time, and surprised herself again as her own orgasm began before his. The full sensation from behind, with the empty sensation in her pussy, was strange: she could easily remember the full feeling of his cock in her pussy from earlier. With a strangled moan she pushed back against the cock pummeling her ass, shuddering in a continuous orgasm until, with a grunt, Ryan thrust hard into her. She yelped and reached for him, but he'd stopped his movements. She realized she could feel the pulse of his cock where it was gripped by her sphincter, and knew he was cumming in her ass. Her own body, tingling all over, gradually eased down from her orgasm.

"You're so big," Irene quietly said, her eyes locked on Ryan, his cock still gripped by her ass, "I wasn't sure I could take you." Despite that his cock was still inside, she could tell that its hardness had relaxed.

"Are you ok?" Ryan asked, slowly pulling back.

"Was it ok for you?" she asked in return.

"Oh my God, I've always loved it that way." He pulled back a bit more and reached down to keep the condom from pulling off his now comparatively soft cock.

"It was ok for you?" he asked again, obviously concerned about her.

"Yeah..." she breathed and nodded, relaxing with a sigh now that he'd pulled completely out, although her legs were still over his shoulders. "Yeah, it was OK." Lowering her legs once again to the bed he turned and stepped to the toilet where she heard something thunk into the trashcan and the water run before moments later he returned.

"You came?" he asked after he lay down beside her and they'd both scooted further up the bed.

"Yeah. I don't know if it was from you fucking me or just masturbating, but yeah, I came before you did."

"Maureen was like that too."

"Maureen?" Irene repeated, remembering hearing the name but not placing it.

"My friend Charlie's mother? The one that..." he trailed off. Remembering, Irene finished.

"The one that taught you all about anal but wouldn't let you fuck her pussy."

"Yeah. Her. She almost always came before I did." They had been laying there cuddled to each other for a while when he asked, "Are you sore?"

As if she didn't know, he felt her arm reach for her butt, and she flinched to her own touch.

"Yeah, a little. Not as much as I thought I would be."

"Thank you."

"Yeah." She rolled onto her side, nestled into his chest with his arm under her shoulder and head. "I guess I know what Maria meant about wanting... about Albert... being too big to be comfortable."

"It was too much?"

"No. Almost. It hurt when you thrust hard there at the end."

"Sorry."

"You know, it's kind of funny. Oscar has some porn movies that I've watched with him a few times. He really likes them, but they've never really done much for me. But a couple of them have had threesomes with double penetration, where the woman gets a cock in front and back at the same time?"

"Yeah?"

"I always thought that was kind of stupid, but when you were in my ass, I had this kind of an empty feeling in my pussy. When I came, I was... craving... a cock in my pussy at the same time. When we are fucking regular, when you're fucking my pussy, I never felt that craving for a cock in my ass, but it was a pretty distinctive feeling." Irene stopped, just lying there, not saying anything for a moment. "Maybe next time we can play with my friendat the same time?"

"Next time?" Ryan repeated.

"I can tell you're going to want to do it again, but I think you're going to have to wait for a couple of days."

Relaxing, both of them spent, Irene rolled onto her side, snuggling her bottom and backside against Ryan. Although still "early" by her timeline, she could tell that Ryan was about to fall asleep.

"Ryan?" she whispered, not knowing whether his relaxed breathing meant he was asleep or not.

"Umm-hmm?"

"Back in San Jose..."

"Yeah?" he answered, obviously a bit more aware.

"When Tina was with us... did you mind her watching?"

"No," he answered after a short pause. "Did you?"

"I did at first, but then... her playing with herself, letting us watch her too..."

"It was pretty hot. She obviously likes to fuck."