Not the Communications Director. He was a normal guy, married and with teenage kids. He was also very attractive and a very successful business type. ...He was not, in short, what I thought your typical writer of lustful stories would be like. He was the guy next door type. What drove him to be such a prolific sex writer, I will probably never know or understand. Now, I wanted him. I was curious to meet the man on a more personal level, especially since our work paths rarely, if ever, crossed. I. There were some catcalls, but no one touched me.I'm happy that I heal quickly. I don't know how I would've explained the bruises to everybody.I was just passing through the doors when I got sucker-punched from behind."Four weeks," a voice said.I turned back, rubbing my back where I got hit."Four weeks, freak," Renee said. "Thanks to you, I got four weeks in the program. And that's not including the remaining four days of this week."It was then that I noticed that Renee was naked. She didn't. One thing it did mean was that I’d paid for the honeymoon cruise and I was damn well using it. None of my friends had been able to get time off, so I went on my own. The man who watched me now, stood with one elbow resting on the deck rail, a glass of wine hanging loosely in one hand over the waves, far below. His black tux fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders. Unruly hair tickled the top of his shirt collar, and a couple of day’s growth of rugged stubble softened the line of his strong. Moving around to the side a little, he looked down at me. I was breathing heavy now, my mouth opened and me looking up at him.Then he thrust his cock in my mouth.The head was massive, and filled my mouth like I was a competitor in a hotdog-eating competition.And I was hungry.I took in as much as I could, and as I did so, the masseuse slid his ultra-slick fingers over my swollen clit and in my pussy. I moaned as loud as I could with this monster in my mouth, more pre-cum making the inside of me.