...primal.

Yeah, just plain fucking. No wine and dine. Not an hour of foreplay. I was ready, had been ready.

I knew we were going to fuck. He knew it, too. How did he know? Because I wore a dress to a business function, which is the signal I want to fuck on the spot. If not, I wear my usual pants/jacket.

The only question was exactly where.

Maybe he had a place in mind. I had my own idea because I didn't want to wait another minute. My crotch was on fire. There was a wet spot in my panties. Yeah, I was that lusty, that hungry for a hard cock inside me.

He stood on the other side of the big room where the conference was still going on, one of those corporate things that drones for an hour longer than it should. I never sat down because I wanted to be out of there as soon as I could. That and the wet spot.

At last, I'd had enough. I caught his eye, nodded toward the door on my side, and turned in that direction. I didn't look back to see if he was following my cue or if anyone noticed me ducking out early. I didn't care. If he didn't show up to fuck me, I was planning to rub myself to a great orgasm.

In the hall, I eased the door closed then walked tall and straight toward the entrance to another meeting room. About half way there, I heard the door behind me open and close. I knew he was following me. My excitement went to 11.

Beyond the second door was an empty meeting hall. Only the safety lights shone from over the exits. I strolled up the aisle leading between the rows of chairs, stopping in the center of the space.

Yeah, right here, I thought. I want to fuck right here.

He came through the door, saw me standing there, and wasted no time getting closer.

As he stepped up to me, I set my purse down on the nearest chair then immediately squatted down in front of him. In record time, I had his belt and pants open. A second later, his cock was in one hand as my other caressed his full balls. Such a nice hard cock! Straight. Glorious head. Warm and silky smooth to the touch. That same cock ends up in me one way or another often. Very often. This time, I took it in my mouth, opening wide, gliding it over my tongue as deep as I could then closing around it for a languid, gentle suck.

His groan was all I needed to hear. If I wasn't hot and wet enough already, a flush of heat swept along my thighs all the way up to my tits.

As much as I wanted his cock in my pussy, I wouldn't have minded if he lost all control and spilled his hot semen into my mouth. I would have swallowed it all with pleasure. To that end, I bobbed steadily over the length of him, sensing every ridge with my lips and tongue. My fingertips on his balls, I thought how often they delivered for me. Surely they would this time.

I might have blown him for a minute before he yanked me to my feet.

Yes! This is what I wanted: His primal urge to take over. His overwhelming desire to fuck me with that marvelous cock.

He turned me around, pushed my shoulders forward, and pulled my dress up over my hips. Bracing myself with one hand on a chair, I tugged down my panties with the other so they were stretched between my knees. To prevent any confusion, I bent over as far as I could while now holding the chair with both hands. I poked my bare ass back toward him as the final invitation. I felt his hand spreading me.

Oh, damn it. Yes! Yes! Yes!

Those words all in my head because speaking aloud ruins moments like this. Same time, feeling the head of his cock spreading my pussy lips and penetrating me drew the biggest moan from my throat. Hot, wet, and ready I was... but also swollen down there in the best way possible, which makes an entering cock feel that much bigger, that much more rigid. For a few moments after the groan, I was breathless. I hung there in the balance between almost pain and definite pleasure, between something at once expected and yet also a surprise.

All the way in me, he held there a few seconds, pulling hard against my hips. The fullness inside was exquisite, divine even. My eyes almost drifted closed before snapping open as he started to slide out.

NO! NO! NO! Stay in me. Deep!

Instinct xxxxxxxxxx me back against him, but he grasped me tighter, taking control. My head reared back with a flash of almost anger.

FUCK. ME. NOW. I wanted to scream.

Wham! He slammed into my ass, nearly shoving me over the chair.

Yeah! That's it.

He started a decent pace, pumping into my hot pussy. His grunting and my moaning echoed around the empty meeting room as did the slapping sound of him landing against my ass. My tits bounced inside my bra, stimulating my nipples against the sheer fabric. Yes, this was primal, two bodies coming together the way biology requires and how the mind enjoys most. At least my mind does.

I arched my back a little more, getting the angle just right to feel his stiff cock rub me inside the way I like it. He likes it that way, too, because his hands shifted up to my shoulders and gripped me like a vice. Not too hard, but with serious intent, he yanked me back against his cock. I was going nowhere until he was finished and that was just how I wanted it to happen. Primal it was.

He knows my limits, knows how hard he can fuck me, how much I can take. He went right to the boundary and maybe a little past it. I was sweating, moaning, holding on as he drove his cock into me from behind. Every push stretched my swollen, aching pussy. My juices smeared over my crotch. Damn, getting what you want is the best even if it leaves you a mess.

Then he stopped deep in me. Wait. What?

He pulled back, slammed into me and stopped again. Oh, yeah! I remember!

Then with a series of forceful strokes he got over the final hurdle. His cock swelled rock-hard against the walls of my pussy. And before I could smile with pure joy, that cock pulsed once.... twice... and again. His warm seed flooded my pussy. The sensation gave me the greatest pleasure, the biggest grin, the most pleasant sigh of satisfaction. His throbs faded even as the warmth inside me increased. Nothing says primal like taking his cum.

I could have stayed in that position for a long while, but this was not the kind of fuck that ends with post-play. Primal urges had been satisfied.

No sooner had he slipped out of me than I pulled up my panties and smoothed down my dress. He dared to spank my ass with a single palm, something he knows I don't like but will tolerate with a scowl at times like this.

From behind that scowl, I held up two fingers. He gave me a thumbs up in return. Yeah, that meant we were doing it a second time, later, in the hotel. It wasn't going to be a quick primal fuck, either. That was going to be a long session that left us both wrecked connoisseurs of the art.

In the mean time, I walked toward the door, already feeling his cum seeping out of me, and loving every minute of it and how it ended up there.

- Jen.