put one of my fingers in his asshole. He slammed into my mouth a few last times.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," he panted as I stuck my finger in and out of his asshole. The candies still popped and fizzled in my mouth, and soon they were mixed with the wad of come John shot into my throat. I swallowed every bit of him, and soon the candy dissolved completely on my tongue.
John leaned over and kissed me again, tasting me as I tasted him. "I designed it that way, you know," he told me after our lips parted slowly. "It reacts to semen and doesn't completely dissolve until somebody comes."
"Do you have any more goodies I can sample?" I asked, pointing to his briefcase like a little girl in a candy store.
"Well, you did really like those chocolates downstairs. And they are an aphrodisiac."
John grabbed his briefcase and climbed into bed, motioning for me to move up next to him. He opened the briefcase and exposed more of his delicious deliveries. I nestled up next to him, closing my eyes and opening my mouth. A soft sensation of chocolate tickled my tongue, and as I enjoyed that sweetness, John started ravaging my neck again with his mouth. He continued to feed me chocolate with one hand, and went to work on my pussy with the other, plunging his fingers in and out of my drenched walls.
John's cock began to rise to the occasion again, and without a word, I positioned my body over his hardness and slid him inside me.
"I'm your chocolate-loving slut...feed me while I fuck you."
I rode John's cock, taking him deep inside me with every thrust. He held onto my ass, guiding my movements as I slid up and down his shaft, filling me up more and more by the second. I periodically leaned over and he popped another piece of chocolate in my mouth. I took him inside me, faster and faster, and he reached up and grabbed my tits with his chocolate-stained fingers. I worked his dick as he pinched my perky nipples. His hot wad of jizz shot into me, and he reached up and plopped another piece of candy in my mouth as if it was one last reward for making him come.
"Did you finish, baby?" he asked me, still massaging my nipples.
"No," I moaned disappointedly, "I still need some more. Please, give me some more."
John lifted me up and pushed my back against the pillows. He reached for the hard lollipop dildo, and stuck it inside me, as he wandered down to my clit. He sucked my aching bud while fucking me with his hot candy stick. The sensations were all too much to take, so it wasn't long before a wave of orgasm shot through me. I grunted as he shoved the candy in me one last time.
"Wow, that works better than I imagined," said John, climbing up beside me in bed and putting his arms around me. "This is one of the best trade show one-night stands I've ever had."
I giggled a little bit.
"Me too," I whispered as I snuggled up beside him and softly planted my lips on his sweaty neck. I quickly fell asleep in John's arms.
***
I got so wrapped up in the moment, I completely forgot about everything—my real job, my fake speech, and the fact that I meant to sneak out in the middle of the night to avoid any awkward morning-after talk. But John wore me out so much that I comfortably slept through the night.
I woke up when John's phone rang. He was half asleep himself when a groggy "hello" passed through his lips. But he immediately sprang up in bed, as if there was some kind of emergency on the other end of the phone.
"I see," he said in the most serious voice I'd heard from him since we met. "I'm sorry to hear that."
He nodded intently, looking puzzled as he listened to whomever it was he was speaking to.
"Well, I appreciate you calling to let me know."
John hung up the phone, and shot a weird stare at me. He didn't say a word for the longest time.
"What's the matter?" I asked him, stroking his arm. "Is everything all right, baby?"
"Um...that was Jennifer