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8:30pm.Maia leaned with her head and shoulders against the hotel room door. She crossed one ankle over the other looked up at me and repeated, “I am not going to invite you in, Gil.”I remained silent staring into her big brown eyes for a moment and then lowered my gaze to her chest. The plunging neckline of her soft pink, halter mini cocktail dress provided a teasing glimpse of Maia’s pert and full breasts. I fought the urge to rip the dress open and bite into her soft flesh.I smiled and replied, “You told me you wouldn’t. I wasn’t expecting you to.”She grinned and coyly asked, “The way you shamelessly glared at my cleavage tells me that you were hoping that I’d invite you in, yes?”“Yes,” I couldn’t suppress a growl as I answered her.Maia grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips. “Good. Kiss me. Don’t hold anything back. Kiss me how you would fuck me.”“A very tall order, Maia,” I replied as my cock twitched and grew stiff.“I am a strong, independent black woman, Gil. I don’t offer my cinnamon cunt to just anyone,” she grinned.Her lustful tone and the words she chose sent an adrenaline rush through me.“I don’t get off on being gentle with women, Maia,” I cautioned her.Her reply was unapologetic. “You mentioned that you are all about empowering women. Prove it to me. I don’t get off on, nor am I interested in anything from you that might resemble gentle. Be warned, I am greedy and insatiable.”Her words were dizzying. I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled her to me. She gasped when I grabbed a fistful of her wild, curly hair and snapped her head back. I licked at her skin with my tongue, slowly up her throat, and savored her sweet taste dancing in my mouth. I slid my right hand over her flat belly and cupped her left breast as I snaked my tongue over her chin and her parted lips. Maia moaned and flicked her tongue to meet mine. I crushed her soft breast between my fingers in a vice like grip.“Uhhh!” she grunted at my rough touch.I brushed the whiskers of my goatee across her mouth and bit into her bottom lip. Maia pushed her mouth hard against mine and twisted her head; sending my teeth deeper into her soft, full lip. I let out a low growl, slid my hand from her breast to her throat, and squeezed her slender, delicate neck. She tried to stifle a moan as a strong tremor shot through her body.I broke the kiss and glared at her. “You are a very dirty girl, aren’t you, Maia?”A coy grin formed on her lips as she nodded. “Kiss me right and I’ll be as dirty as you want me to be. I’ll be your cinnamon whore, Gil,” she purred.I squeezed her throat tighter and lifted her on to her toes. Maia clawed at my throbbing cock. She thrust her hips forward in a desperate attempt to drive her dripping pussy against my leg. Hoping the contact would provide relief from the itchy fire that was burning its way into her belly.I pressed my thigh between her legs and crushed her lips with my bearded mouth. I kissed her hard, bit down on both her lips, and squeezed her throat tighter. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and Maia sucked on it hard as she humped my leg. I felt the damp heat of her pussy as she mashed it into my thigh. When I slid my tongue out of her mouth she sucked on it harder in an attempt to keep me from exiting her hungry mouth.Her cheeks were tinted with a reddish hue. Maia focused her lustful gaze on me. Anticipating what I would do next.I brushed her hair off her cheek. “Ask me to slap your pretty face,” I snarled.Maia moaned, “Slap me.” istanbul travesti The curl of her lips was a half dare, a half plea.I struck her across the cheek with the back of my hand. Her head snapped sharply to the side. She turned her head slowly and looked up at me through wild eyes, and said, “Again.”I lowered my head and curled my lips. “I am at your service,” I rumbled and struck her once more.Maia brought one hand between her legs and fervently rubbed her pussy through the sheer material of her dress. I slapped her hand away from between her legs, slid my hand under her dress and up her leg. My fingers were greeted with the juice that had seeped out of her pussy and had made its way down her inner thigh. I cupped the source of her damp heat through the lacey material of a thong and twisted the crotch of her thong tight around my fist. I growled in her ear, and ripped the delicate undergarment off.“Cum,” I snarled as I clawed at her dripping, hairless pussy. “I want to feel your cinnamon cunt explode in my hand.”Maia grunted and went limp for an instant. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her eyelids fluttered, and her mouth shot open. Her body stiffened with a powerful jolt. She quivered violently and bounced against the door as her orgasm peaked. She thrust her hips forward, gasped, and gushed hot liquid over my hand.When I felt the muscles in her neck go lax, I released my grip from around her throat and caught her as she spilled into my arms. It took Maia a moment to stop shaking; I lifted her head and placed a kiss on her forehead. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the sticky mess that covered them as she watched on and imagined my mouth drinking from the source where the sticky mess originated from.Maia blushed as she whispered, “You made me grunt and make sounds I never made before, Gil. I’m so embarrassed by that. It’s so unladylike.”I grinned, “I look forward to coaxing, forcing, and prying new fuck sounds from you. Good night,” I winked at her, and slipped my business card between her breasts.I stood her up against the door and made my way to the elevators.7 hours earlier.The silhouette of her sylphlike body in motion was poetry coming to life from the pages the words were penned on. My cock twitched when she walked in to the dimly lit conference room and called out my name.“Gil?”“Yes,” I confirmed I was who she thought I was and turned on the lights.The instant our eyes met the distance and space between us cracked with a raw, sexual tension. The room hummed with an electric charge. The look in her eyes confirmed that she sensed it and was affected by it too.She beamed a welcoming smile and cheerfully announced, “I’m Maia, the keynote speaker for today. Deborah told me you’re the IT guru.”I laughed and replied, “Guru? Deborah has been known to exaggerate and embellish the truth till it resembles science fiction. I’m just your average IT guy, Professor Roberts. It is my distinct pleasure to meet you. You’re one hour and forty-five minutes early,” I smiled back.She chuckled, and replied, “Call me Maia, please. I was informed that you have configured an iPad that I am to use for my presentation.”Maia Roberts was thirty-five years old, a professor at Ryerson University, and a respected author. She was also a highly sought after public speaker. Her latest book was a study on how successful women empower each other in the work place and the pitfalls to avoid that commonly confuse empowering istanbul travesti employees with enabling frivolous whining amongst the ranks.The COO of the private wealth division of the bank I am employed at, Deborah Lambert, had requested Maia be hired as one of the keynote speakers for our year end conference which was being hosted at the Shangri-La Hotel, in the heart of downtown, Toronto. Maia was to speak to the top twenty-five female financial advisors at the bank.Since Hillary Clinton’s unsuccessful bid to become the first female President, the top brass at the bank had publically stated its commitment to hiring and promoting more women to executive positions, and that it would work diligently towards empowering all women in the work place. Deborah’s contribution to that commitment was Maia Roberts.Maia was a striking, cinnamon skinned, bewitching, beautiful young woman. She oozed sex appeal from every pore of her five-foot-five inch frame. And she acted as if she was oblivious to it.‘Cinnamon Girl,’ I thought to myself and grinned at the thought of how she might taste.I handed Maia the iPad, and showed her how to mirror its display on the sixty-inch, LCD TV mounted on the wall behind the dais.“Hope you don’t mind that I read through your presentation, Maia. I found it to be a refreshingly enlightening,” I confessed.She lowered her head, smiled to herself, and blushed. “Thank you, Gil.”Maia hadn’t looked me in the eye each time I had spoken. Her eyes were transfixed on my bearded mouth whenever my lips moved. An image of her, straddled across my face, and making fuck noises while grinding her pussy into my mouth made my cock throb. I imagined having a mouth full of her cunt and handfuls of her tight, round ass, while her firm breasts and big, curly hair bounced in cadence to the rhythm of her wild, sexual abandon.The chime from my cell phone interrupted the image conjured in my mind of Maia riding my bearded mouth like she was hell-bent on busting a bronco, in all her hip bucking, tits and wild, curly hair bouncing, moaning and groaning glory.Its screen lit up with a text message from Deborah, our COO. “HELP! Michael is coming to join me for lunch!”She was referring to Michael Callahan, the top advisor at the bank. With close to three billion dollars in assets under management he was relentless in his unrealistic quest for preferential treatment.I laughed at the text message and said to Maia, “Deborah requires me to take a bullet for her. And I will require your assistance.”We made our way to the hotel’s dining room. We weaved our way to the table where Michael was talking Deborah’s ear off.“Good afternoon,” I greeted them. “Forgive the interruption. We have a situation, Deborah. A union rep from the university is in the lobby. He is threatening legal action against the bank, and disciplinary action against Maia, if we do not provide a second authorized signing officer’s signature on the contract. Immediately.”Deborah played along; she huffed and threw her arms in the air. “For the love of …! Excuse me, Michael. I have to go sort this mess out. I’m on the authorized signing list.” Deborah turned to me as she stood up from the table and asked, “Could you please address a few of Michael’s IT concerns, Gil?”“Of course,” I smiled.Deborah and Maia quickly exited the dining hall.When they reached the lobby, Maia turned to Deborah and asked, “What’s Gil’s job at the bank? He told me he’s just an average istanbul travesti IT guy. Yet, the COO sends him a text message to take a bullet for her. His words, not mine, by the way. He told me he found my presentation refreshingly enlightening. He is well spoken, carries himself with a cool confidence, and has an imposing presence. He does much more than just hook up computers to TVs, am I right, Deborah?”Deborah laughed and replied, “Gil has a twisted sense of humor. He’s the head of IT Development and Deployment. I asked him to look after you as a personal favor to me. He’s been working all night with the hotel’s IT team to provide our advisors a secure connection to our servers. That’s why he’s in jeans and a t-shirt and not in a suit and tie. And, woman to woman, he’s available. Just saying.”Maia chuckled to herself, “Average IT guy. Funny. And, woman to woman, thank you, Deborah.”~I shaved, trimmed my goatee, showered, and got dressed; a charcoal gray, Hugo Boss, classic fit suit; white Borrelli French cuff shirt; deep purple Borrelli cashmere seven fold tie; and a pair of Allen Edmonds, plain, black wingtip Oxfords.Deborah had requested that I drop by for the start of Maia’s presentation. She believed that if the head of IT made an appearance, it would make a good impression on the audience. If I was going to walk into a room with twenty-seven very wealthy, very powerful, high profile women, I was going to look my absolute best. Especially for Maia.I entered the conference room a few minutes before Maia was scheduled to start. The women had broken off into small groups and were laughing and chatting. Maia turned to look at me and stopped talking to Deborah in mid-sentence. Deborah turned to see what had distracted her. Before Maia could continue her conversation with Deborah one of the women wolf whistled.I held up my cell phone and announced, “Ladies, be warned. I have Human Resources on speed dial, and won’t hesitate to file a sexual harassment complaint. I’ve told each of you, on more than one occasion, I’m more than just a pretty face. Behave yourselves.”One of the women held up her cell phone, and replied, “I have 911 on speed dial, Gil. I promise we’ll stop before you require medical assistance, maybe.”Once the laughter had died down, Deborah shook her head, chuckled, and announced, “Take your seats ladies. Maia is ready to start.”Maia powered on the iPad and its screen mirrored on the TV. She gave me a nod of her head and said, “Thank you, Gil. It’s all good.”“See you at the dinner tonight?” I asked her.“Perhaps,” she slyly grinned.7:53pm.I entered the Queens Park Ballroom hoping I’d get the opportunity to spend a few minutes alone with my cinnamon-skinned beauty. Maia was standing with her back to me, next to Deborah, huddled in a small crowd at the end of the bar. I made my way to the end of the bar and ordered a scotch. Deborah heard my voice, excused herself, and made her way to me. Maia turned her head to follow Deborah, spotted me, and smiled.Deborah leaned in close to me and whispered, “Thanks for bailing me out this afternoon.”I held up my glass and replied, “Keep that in mind when you sign off on my obscenely large raise, Deborah.”“No business talk, Gil. We’re at a party,” she clinked her glass against mine, snickered and walked away.A moment later, Maia placed her empty wine glass on the bar. “Hi again, average IT guy,” she casually greeted me.“Professor Roberts, hello again,” I smiled. “Deborah made it a point to tell everyone that you are the finest speaker we have ever hired.”Maia shrugged her shoulders and nonchalantly replied, “Meh, I’m just your average black girl.” She flashed a mischievous smile at me.I laughed and replied, “I believe cinnamon girl is a much more accurate description of you.

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