The Business Trip, Meeting Daniel Part 2

Tonight, though, in this hotel bar hundreds of miles from Greg, the wine was loosening her thoughts, letting them spill into dangerous territory. If he did it if he cut away what she loved wouldn’t that free her too? Free her to seek out other uncut men, married ones like him, with cocks she could explore, compare, revel in? The idea pulsed through her, hot and forbidden, as she took a slow sip, the wine sharp on her tongue. She pictured them strangers with silky foreskins, each unique, each a canvas for her fingers and lips. It wasn’t betrayal, she told herself, just a hunger for what Greg might take away. She didn’t know it yet, but tonight was about to shift the axis of her world.

Across the room, he entered a man with broad shoulders and an easy stride, his dark jacket slung over one arm. His name was Daniel, though she wouldn’t learn that for a few minutes yet. He’d been briefed by her husband: where she’d be, what she liked, how to play the game. He spotted her immediately her blonde hair catching the dim light, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass and made his way over, casual but deliberate. Mind if I join you? he asked, his voice warm and low. She glanced up, startled but intrigued, and gestured to the empty seat. He slid in, setting his jacket down, and offered a smile that was just shy of flirtatious. Long day, he said, signaling the bartender for a whiskey. Work trips always leave me feeling a little unmoored. She nodded, her curiosity piqued. Same here. Where are you from? Chicago, he replied smoothly. Here for a conference. You? New York. Sales meeting. She paused, then added, Traveling alone? He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. Yeah, wife’s back home with our son. Keeps her busy while I’m out pretending to be important.

Her ears perked up at the mention of a son, the opening she’d been waiting for without even knowing it. She took a sip of her wine, her movements deliberate, and tilted her head. Oh, how old’s your boy? Three, he said, his tone softening. Little terror, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything. She smiled, letting the conversation drift into familiar territory. Three’s a fun age. My sons are a bit older now six and eight. Wild how fast it goes. Did you and your wife have any big debates about the baby stuff? You know, the usual parenting battles? Daniel grinned, swirling his whiskey. Oh, we had our share. The circumcision debate nearly ended us. Her pulse quickened, though she kept her face neutral. Really? How’d that go? He hesitated, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. She wanted it done. Thought it was cleaner, more ‘normal.’ I fought her tooth and nail. Said no way was I letting someone cut my kid just because it’s what everyone else does. I wanted him to decide for himself when he’s older. Plus… He trailed off, a faint flush creeping up his neck. I figured he should look like his old man.

She felt a thrill ripple through her, her mind already racing. So you’re… intact? He met her gaze, his embarrassment giving way to a flicker of amusement. Yeah. Foreskin and all. She hates it, though. Always has. Says it’s ‘messy,’ doesn’t feel right. We’ve got this deal now she’ll only touch me if I keep it pulled back. No play, no nothing. Drives me up the wall, if I’m honest. Her lips parted slightly, the air between them thickening. That’s a shame, she said softly. Sounds like it deserves more attention than that. Daniel’s eyes darkened, catching the shift in her tone. You’d think so, wouldn’t you? It’s… well, it’s pretty substantial. Thick, white foreskin, covers everything when it’s soft. She won’t even look at it half the time, but I’ve always liked the way it feels. The stretch, the sensitivity. The size drove her wild but she couldn’t get past the foreskin she hated it.

She leaned forward now, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. Have you ever thought about… playing with it? You know, really exploring what it can do? He swallowed, the whiskey forgotten in his hand. Thought about it? Sure. Done it? Not with her. She’d sooner burn the house down than indulge me. What if… She hesitated, then plunged ahead, her heart pounding. What if you had someone who wanted to? Someone who’d appreciate it? Maybe even… clamp it down with something like a Gomco? You ever heard of that? Daniel’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the glass. A Gomco? he murmured, his voice roughening. You mean those circumcision clamps? Yeah, I’ve heard of them. Seen pictures online. Never thought about it for play, though. Sounds… intense. She smiled, slow and wicked, her wine glass now empty but her mind buzzing with possibility. Oh, it is. I’ve always wanted to try it on someone else. Not to cut, of course just to tease. To see how it feels, how it looks, all that gorgeous foreskin pulled through and clamped. You’d be perfect for it.

He stared at her, the flush on his cheeks deepening, a mix of shock and intrigue dancing in his eyes. You’re serious, he said, more a statement than a question. Dead serious, she replied, her gaze locked on his. I’ve got one in my suitcase upstairs. Bought it ages ago, just for fun with the hubby. Always fantasized using it outside our marriage but never had the right partner to test it with. Someone who’d get it. Who’d want it. The bar seemed to fade around them, the chatter and clinking glasses reduced to a distant hum. Daniel set his whiskey down, leaning in so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. What’s your name? he asked, his voice low and urgent. Clara, she said, the lie slipping out effortlessly better to keep this game detached from her real life, at least for now. Yours? Daniel. He paused, then added, You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met, Clara. She laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. You have no idea. So what do you say? Want to come upstairs and find out just how much fun we can have with that big, uncut cock of yours? He didn’t hesitate this time. Lead the way.

The elevator ride was a study in tension, the air between them crackling as they stood side by side, not touching but acutely aware of each other’s presence. Her mind raced with images of what was to come the weight of his foreskin in her hands, the gleam of the Gomco clamp, the way he’d gasp when she tightened it just so. She could feel the dampness pooling between her thighs already, her fetish for this particular game finally finding its perfect match other than just with her husband.

His hotel room was two floors above hers, but she insisted on hers her territory, her rules. The door clicked shut behind them.

The late afternoon sun spilled through the gauzy curtains of the hotel room, casting a warm golden glow across the beige carpet and the rumpled king sized bed. The air smelled faintly of lavender cleaner and something muskier, something human. She stood by the window, her arms crossed casually over her chest, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a shimmering veil. Her navy blazer and pencil skirt remnants of her day at the office lay discarded on the armchair in the corner, leaving her in a silky white blouse and black stockings that hugged her legs like a second skin. Her name was Claire, though she hadn’t told him that yet. To Daniel, she was just her the woman who’d caught his eye in the hotel bar downstairs, her laughter cutting through the low hum of chatter like a siren’s call. Daniel leaned against the doorframe, his tie loosened and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing forearms tanned from weekends spent outdoors. His dark hair was tousled, as if he’d run his hands through it one too many times, and his hazel eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief. He’d been telling her about his room how it had a view of the city skyline, how the bed was softer than anything he’d slept on in years. Her heart already thudding with anticipation. Well? she said, turning to face him, her voice low and playful. Is it everything you promised? He grinned, stepping closer, his presence filling the space between them. See for yourself. Claire’s gaze drifted past him to the bed, then back to his face, lingering on the sharp line of his jaw. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the faint scent of his cologne something woody and spiced mixing with the tension hanging thick in the air. She uncrossed her arms and took a step toward him, her fingers brushing the edge of his shirt. Maybe I’ll need a closer look. What followed wasn’t rushed, wasn’t frantic. It unfolded slowly, deliberately, like a dance they’d both rehearsed in their minds a thousand times. She unbuttoned his shirt with steady hands, revealing the taut plane of his chest, the dusting of dark hair trailing down to his waistband. He watched her, his breath hitching as her fingers grazed his skin, and when she tugged his pants down, her eyes widened not with shock, but with fascination. Daniel’s cock was a marvel to her. Thick and heavy, it hung before her, the foreskin draped over the head like a silken shroud. She’d been with her husband for years Greg, with his smaller, uncut cock that she’d learned to love and tease in equal measure but this was different. Daniel was different. Bigger, broader, his skin a rich tan that made the contours of his shaft stand out in the soft light. She knelt beside him, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, and tilted her head, studying him like an artist admiring a sculpture. Show me, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Show me how you touch it. Daniel hesitated for only a moment, then wrapped his hand around himself, his fingers curling over the shaft with practiced ease. He began to stroke, slowly at first, the foreskin sliding back to reveal the glistening pink head beneath. Claire watched, transfixed, as the skin bunched and stretched with each movement, folding over the swollen tip before peeling back again. It was mesmerizing the way it clung tightly to the contours of his cock, then released, exposing the moist, sensitive glans underneath. She’d never seen anything so versatile, so alive. Greg’s foreskin was looser, softer, but Daniel’s was taut and elastic, shifting between cut and uncut with every tug. Her pulse quickened as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. Keep going, she murmured, and he obeyed, his strokes growing more deliberate. The head of his cock peeked out, then vanished, only to reappear moments later, the foreskin gliding over it like liquid silk. She could see the veins pulsing beneath the surface, the way his balls tightened as he worked himself harder. It was nothing like the rough, dry cocks of her past lovers those circumcised men who’d left her sore and reaching for lube. This was smooth, natural, a perfect machine of flesh and nerve. Unable to resist any longer, Claire reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against Daniel’s shaft. He paused, letting his hand fall away, and she took over, wrapping her fingers around him. The weight of him in her hand was startling thick and solid, so different from Greg’s familiar, slighter form. She marveled at the texture, the way the foreskin felt soft yet firm under her grip, like satin stretched over steel. Slowly, she mimicked his earlier movements, pulling the foreskin back to expose the glistening head, then sliding it forward again until it puckered over the tip. Daniel let out a low groan, his head tipping back slightly, and the sound sent a thrill racing down her spine.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with need. “You’re good at that.”

She smiled, a wicked little curve of her lips, and continued her exploration. With one hand, she held the foreskin fully retracted, the head of his cock bare and vulnerable, shining in the dim light. With the other, she traced the underside, her fingertips brushing the sensitive frenulum, feeling it twitch under her touch. A bead of precum emerged, glistening at the tip, and she spread it around with her thumb, massaging it into the glans with just enough pressure to make him hiss. The natural slickness of it fascinated her Greg’s cock lubricated too, but not like this, not with this kind of abundance.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she saw the hunger there, the way his pupils had blown wide with arousal. “You like this?” she asked, her voice teasing, though her own breath was coming faster now.

“God, yes,” he rasped, his hand reaching down to tangle in her hair, not pulling, just resting there, grounding himself.

Emboldened, she shifted her focus lower, cupping his balls in her palm. They were heavy, drawn up tight against his body, and she rolled them gently, feeling their warmth, their softness. She tugged lightly, then returned to his shaft, pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go until the skin stretched smooth and taut, his cock resembling something circumcised for a fleeting moment. It was a revelation versatile, beautiful, a bridge between what she’d known and what she was discovering. She released it, letting the foreskin slide back over the head, and Daniel shuddered, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

Claire’s mind flashed to Greg how he loved when she stretched his foreskin, how he’d groan and beg her to keep going. She wondered if Daniel would respond the same way. Gripping the loose skin between her fingers, she gave it a firm tug, pulling it outward until it stretched thin and translucent. Daniel’s reaction was immediate a sharp intake of breath followed by a guttural, “Fuck yeah!” His cock pulsed in her hand, growing even harder, and she grinned, knowing she’d hit a nerve literally and figuratively.

She didn’t stop there. One by one, she slipped her fingers inside the foreskin, stretching it further first two, then three, then more, until she had six digits probing the elastic sleeve. She twisted them gently, feeling the silky interior, the way it clung to her skin. Daniel’s moans grew louder, his hands tightening in her hair, and she could tell he was losing himself in the sensation. The nerve endings in his foreskin, the frenulum they were firing all at once, and she was the one pulling the strings.

Leaning forward, she let her tongue dart out, tracing the loose skin around the head of his cock. It was softer than she’d expected, pliable under her lips as she sucked it into her mouth. She pushed it back and forth with her tongue, nibbling at the edges, then bit down lightly, testing his limits. Daniel’s hand pressed against her scalp, encouraging her. “Play with it,” he growled. “Suck it all you want.”

And she did. Her tongue swirled inside the foreskin, flicking against the frenulum, teasing the sensitive underside of his glans. She stretched it with her fingers again, then plunged her tongue deeper, tasting the salt of his skin, the faint musk of his arousal. It was intoxicating, this power she had over him, this new territory she was charting. Greg had never been this responsive, this raw.

“All right,” Daniel said suddenly, his voice strained. “I want to fuck that married pussy.”

The words jolted her, a delicious shock that sent heat pooling between her legs. She pulled back, her lips glistening, and met his gaze. His eyes were dark, predatory, and she felt a shiver of anticipation ripple through her. Without a word, she stood, letting him take the lead. His hands were on her in an instant, peeling off her blouse to reveal the lacy black bra beneath. Her stockings came next, until she stood naked before him, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her 36C breasts. Her nipples were hard, peeking through the strands, and her pussy shaved bare as Greg had always preferred glistened with her own arousal.

Daniel’s eyes roamed over her, drinking her in. “Perfect,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Been what I’ve always wanted.” She caught the flicker of something in his expression regret, maybe, or longing and wondered about his wife, the one who wouldn’t shave for him. But the thought vanished as he stepped closer, his hands guiding her toward the bed.

She sank onto the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. Daniel was on her in seconds, his mouth finding her pussy with a hunger that made her gasp. His tongue worked her clit expertly licking, sucking, chewing lightly until her hips bucked against him, her hands clutching the sheets. She was dripping now, her body begging for more, and when he finally rose up, positioning himself between her legs, she could barely breathe.

His cock loomed above her, eight inches of thick, uncircumcised perfection. As he pressed the tip against her entrance, she felt the foreskin roll back, exposing the head as it slid inside. The stretch was intense, fuller than anything she’d felt with Greg, and she moaned as he filled her completely. He withdrew slowly, and she felt the foreskin slide forward again, a silky glide that made her clench around him. It was smooth, effortless no friction, no soreness, just pure, unrelenting pleasure.

Daniel fucked her with a rhythm that built steadily, his cock hitting spots Greg never could. She came once, then twice, then a third time, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She’d never cum more than once before not with Greg, not with anyone. It was like her pussy had been waiting for this, for him, for something bigger, something natural.

When he pulled out, his cock was slick with her juices, the foreskin glistening as he straddled her chest. She knew what he wanted, and she didn’t hesitate. Grabbing him with both hands, she pumped him hard, her teeth grazing the foreskin as she sucked him deep. His cock swelled in her mouth, and she felt the moment building the pulse, the tension. Clamping down on his foreskin, she held tight as he came, his cum flooding the hooded tip until it ballooned outward. It was too much to contain; it spilled past her grip, hot and thick in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean, savoring the taste of him, the feel of that silky skin against her tongue.

When he eased out of her mouth, her body buzzed with a raw, electric sensitivity, every nerve alight from the unexpected pleasure. Claire’s chest heaved as she rolled onto her back, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, strands sticking to her sweat dampened skin. Daniel hovered above her, his cock still hard, glistening with a mix of her juices and his own natural slickness. The foreskin hung long and loose over the tip, a testament to its versatility, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. Greg had never taken her like that never filled her so completely, so effortlessly and she wasn’t ready for it to end.

“Again,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. She spread her legs wider, lifting her hips in invitation, her shaved pussy still dripping from their earlier round. But Daniel had other plans. With a wicked grin, he flipped her onto her stomach once more, positioning her so her ass was tilted up, round and inviting. She shivered as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her back toward him.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he said, his tone teasing but edged with hunger. He didn’t wait for an answer. The tip of his cock pressed against her ass again, and she braced herself, expecting the stretch but once more, that miraculous foreskin made it seamless. It slid forward, cushioning his thick head as he pushed inside, the natural lubrication from their earlier fucking easing his way. There was no resistance, no need for lube just the smooth, silken glide of his uncircumcised cock filling her deeper than she thought possible.

Claire moaned into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he began to thrust. This time, he went slower, more deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him. The foreskin rolled back with each plunge, exposing the sensitive glans to her tight heat, then slid forward as he pulled out, a rhythmic dance that drove her wild. It was different from the first time less frantic, more intense, as if he were savoring her, drawing out the sensation. She could feel the contours of his cock head through the foreskin, the way it nudged against her inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through her core.

“God, you’re so big,” she gasped, her voice muffled but fervent. “So much better than him.”

Daniel’s hands tightened on her hips, his thrusts picking up speed. “Good,” he growled, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned down, his chest pressing into her back. “I want you to feel every fucking inch.”

And she did. The fullness was overwhelming, the silky glide of his foreskin making it relentless yet smooth, a perfect balance of power and finesse. Her ass clenched around him, drawing a guttural moan from his throat, and she pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies skin slapping skin, her soft cries, his ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed beneath them.

She felt the tension building in him, the way his cock pulsed inside her, growing even harder. “I’m gonna cum,” he rasped, his voice strained, and she nodded frantically, wanting it, needing it.

“Do it,” she urged, her own body teetering on the edge of another climax. “Cum in me.”

With a final, deep thrust, Daniel buried himself to the hilt, his foreskin rolling back one last time as he erupted. She felt the heat of his cum flood her ass, thick and abundant, spilling deep inside her. The sensation warm, wet, and utterly primal pushed her over the edge too, and she came with a shuddering cry, her body trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. His cock throbbed, unloading every drop, and the foreskin slid forward slightly as he softened, trapping the last of his release inside her.

He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, his weight a comforting press against her back. Then, slowly, he pulled out, the foreskin gliding smoothly as he withdrew, leaving her ass slick and satisfied. Claire collapsed onto the bed, her limbs heavy, her mind blissfully blank. Daniel settled beside her, one hand resting possessively on her hip, and they lay there in silence.

She wasted no time, jumped off the bed and crossing to her suitcase. She unzipped it with a flourish, pulling out a small velvet pouch. Inside was the Gomco clamp, its stainless steel glinting under the soft glow of the room’s lamps. She held it up, letting him see it fully, watching his reaction. Jesus, he breathed, stepping closer. That’s the real deal. Medical grade, she confirmed, turning it over in her hands. I got it from eBay getting tired of using fake stuff found around the house to use as a substitute to the real thing. Sterilized and ready no cutting tonight, though just play. You game? He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Yeah. Yeah, I’m game.

Back onto the bed. Pale, over exhausted with long foreskin draped over the head of his cock, soft and substantial even in its relaxed state. She let out a low whistle, setting the clamp aside for a moment to leaning over him to get a better look. Look at that, she murmured, reaching out to cup him gently. The foreskin was warm, velvety, sliding back with the slightest pressure to reveal a glistening tip. Your wife doesn’t know what she’s missing. He groaned as her fingers explored, tugging lightly at the excess skin, rolling it between her fingertips. Fuck, that feels good, he muttered, his hips twitching involuntarily. It’s about to feel better, she promised, retrieve the clamp.

She guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide, and knelt again between them.

This might be cold at first, she warned, positioning the Gomco over his foreskin. Without retracting it she worked carefully, sliding the bell inside, pulling the skin through the ring, then tightening the clamp just enough to hold it in place. The effect was immediate Oh God, he gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. That’s… holy shit. She grinned, running a fingertip
along the taut edge where skin met metal, marveling at the way it quivered under her touch. It’s gorgeous like this, she said, her voice husky with admiration. All stretched out, vulnerable. How does it feel? Tight, he managed, his breath coming in shallow bursts. Tight and… fuck, so sensitive. Every little move you make, I feel it ten times over. Good, she purred, leaning in closer. That’s the point. She began to experiment, her fingers dancing over the exposed foreskin, then dipping to tug lightly at the clamped skin. His groans grew louder, more desperate, and she could see the way his cock twitched, hardening fully under the constraint of the Gomco. The sight of it thick, white foreskin locked in place, the sheer size of him amplified by the tension was driving her wild. She’d dreamed of this for years, but the reality was so much better than her fantasies. You like that? she asked, though she already knew the answer from the way his hips bucked toward her. Love it, he rasped. Don’t stop. She didn’t. For the next hour, she played him like an instrument, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer grips, tightening the clamp to heighten every sensation. She whispered to him about how perfect his foreskin was, how it deserved this kind of worship, how she’d never tire of exploring it. Daniel was lost in it, his head thrown back, curses and pleas tumbling from his lips as she brought him to the edge over and over, only to pull back at the last second. Eventually, she removed the clamp, the rush of blood back to his skin making him cry out. She didn’t give him time to recover, taking him into her mouth instead, savoring the taste and feel of that glorious, uncut cock now free but still throbbing from her games. He came hard, his hands tangled in her hair, and she drank him down, reveling in the power she held over him in that moment. When it was over, they lay sprawled across the bed, panting, the Gomco discarded on the nightstand like a victorious trophy. That was… unreal, he said finally, turning to look at her. You’re unreal. She smiled, tracing a lazy circle on his chest. You’re welcome. But this isn’t a one time thing, you know. I want more of that cock. More of you. He raised an eyebrow, catching the glint in her eye. What are you proposing?

A plan, she said, sitting up. My husband he’s been obsessed with getting circumcised. Low and tight, no skin left. I’ve been fighting it because I love foreskin too much. But I think I’ve found a way we all get what we want. Daniel propped himself on an elbow, intrigued. He set me up to meet you tonight, he admitted, watching her reaction. He told me who you were, just where you’d be. Said you’d be my type. And you are. Better than I could’ve hoped. He better be careful what he wishes for. Now, here’s the deal I want you. All the time. That big, uncut beauty whenever I need it. But he gets his circumcision. And you’re going to help me make sure it happens. He frowned, processing. Help how? She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. You force it on him. Tie him down, clamp him up, cut him low and tight. He’s been begging for it, but he might back out last minute. I need you to seal the deal. In return, you leave your wife, come to me, and I’ll give that foreskin of yours all the attention it’s been craving. We can even bring him into it after three ways where I get one cut, one uncut. He can also play and dock with you when he misses his skin. Everyone wins.

Daniel stared at her, a slow grin spreading across his face. You’re diabolical, he said, admiration lacing his tone. And insane. But fuck, I’m in. When do we do it? Soon, she said, already plotting. I’m back from my trip in two days. We’ll surprise him. You’ll love watching him squirm, knowing it’s for me. For us. He pulled her close, kissing her hard, the promise of their twisted pact sealing in the heat of their embrace.