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managed to have sex in a tiny space that housed the condiments.
     
    I saw a lot of sex at my new job, but I hadn't gotten the opportunity to participate yet. I was longing for it—it had been way too long since I had been fucked by a stranger in a hotel. I got my chance, during at all things, a confectioners' conference that was being held at the hotel during Halloween weekend.
     
    I wandered around the front desk that first day, watching candy company executives file into the hotel to check in one by one by one.
     
    "Don't you think it's a little cliche to have a confectioners' conference during Halloween weekend?" one of my employees asked me.
     
    "Pretty much," I said, thinking about all the calories that conference was going to cost me. "I'm beginning to wonder if I got into the wrong profession though. Think of all the chocolate you could have if you worked for one of those companies."
     
    I could see her thinking about it and she smiled as the wheels spun in her head. We had the same idea—chocolate all day, every day, and you get paid for being around it. Then she shook her head and mumbled something about how hard it was getting off her baby weight, even though her daughter was a toddler.
     
    "These conferences are the hotel's bread-and-butter, cliche though they may be," I said, still thinking about the candy executives and all the treats they would be bringing with them. "As far as conferences go, it could be a lot worse. Accountants don't bring pounds of chocolate with them when they have their professional meetings here."
     
    Wasn't that the truth. The room where the confectioners' mixer was going to be held that night looked like some place sugar would go to die. And since it was my job to make sure the businessmen were happy throughout the weekend, I had every intention of sampling as much of that sweet stuff as I could.
     
    Then my eyes caught a glimpse of some goodies that looked even more delicious. I saw him checking in from across the room, carrying two briefcases and a large bag. I didn't know what kind of candy he brought with him, but I knew he looked yummy enough to eat. I had to attend to his needs anyway—I take hospitality very seriously after all—so I decided to make it my personal mission to get a taste of all his sweetness...and to give him a taste of mine.
     
    My eyes earnestly followed his ass as he walked to the elevator. I was tempted to go up to his room, but I couldn't think of a good pretense to get him to let me in, let alone one that would give me the chance to seduce him. I felt my pussy juices build up between my legs as I disappointedly went to my office and shut the door. I sat at my desk, legs spread and skirt hiked up, and started ferociously rubbing my clit, thinking about this stranger with candy and how good it would be to sample everything he had. I plunged two fingers into my pussy and rocked back and forth in my chair. I closed my eyes, fantasizing about how good it would feel for him to stick a big candy bar inside of me, pull it out, and savor every lick of my sugary pussy juices. It was such a delicious thought that consumed my mind until I felt the contractions of my cunt against my fingers. I sat still for a moment, wondering what I could do about this infatuation I'd developed in the blink of an eye.
     
    Then I knew what I had to do.
     
    I spent so much time at my new job that I kept some clothes in my office closet—workout clothes, casual outfits that I could slip into after hours, and sexy, going out clothes for nights out on the town. I had a cocktail dress, fresh from the dry cleaners, in the unlikely event I ever actually had time to go dancing with my girlfriends or out on a date.
     
    I washed the pussy pleasures off of my hand and slipped into my little black dress just in time for the beginning of the confectioners' mixer. The conference was booked solid, with people from the candy industry all over the world coming to get in some work, and some