I am a Corporate Attorney for an Energy Company and we have offices in Calgary. I was on my way to Calgary in Business Class and a man sat beside me. He was a talker and this is a four hour flight and he did not shut up. He also touched my knee, my leg, my hand, grabbed my chin and turned my face to look at him. He invited me to dinner when we arrived. I had enough so I came clean and told him that I never dated men, regardless. I dated women. He called BS and said a dick never hurt anyone. By the time we arrived he had gotten out of me my position with the company, how long I had worked there, what exactly I did, where I was staying in Calgary and an agreement to have dinner with him that night and he laid his whole hand on my leg and put his hand down between my thighs.

In line for immigration and customs he stayed behind me, shepherding me through. He took my bag off the conveyor belt and called the cab to take us into the hotel. Once registered we went up to our rooms and he walked me to my room and asked for a kiss on the cheek after I had opened the door. He also gave me a key to his room in case I needed company. We agreed on dinner at seven and we would meet in the lobby. I sat on the bed in my room and fell apart. I did not want to go to dinner with him or even talk to him. I took a shower, I changed and put on my one nice dress, I went down at seven, when he showed he demanded another kiss on the cheek. We went into the dining room and took our seats at a table.

All during dinner he held my hand, he touched my face a hundred times, he called me pet names, like baby, sweetheart, but mostly baby. He played with my ring finger all through coffee. Finally at ten thirty we got up, we were the only ones in the restaurant. We went back upstairs and he walked me to my room and demanded a kiss, go stand on my tiptoes and pucker up for a kiss. He held me by the waist and kissed me, it was a full on kiss. When he let me into my room he told me he didn't want me to be lonely, sometimes girls got lonely so I had his key and to come up if I needed to be held or hugged. He got a second kiss in before he finally left me in my room.

I undressed and laid on my bed in my underwear for an hour. I picked up the phone and called him to say good night. I didn't sleep all night, I tossed and turned. I met him for breakfast and he insisted on hiring the cab to take me to my offices and asked me to look around and see if anyone could recommend a nice restaurant for that evening. A kiss before I got out of the cab. He called me over and told me I had a nice fanny.

I thought about him all day, he was in my head and wouldn't go away. I got recommendations for a French restaurant and when I got back to the hotel I left a message for him. I changed again, I didn't want to go out for dinner in my work clothes. He called when he got in and we agreed to meet at 8:30 in the lobby. I called and had the concierge make a reservation at the French restaurant. I got kissed pretty heavily when he met me in the lobby. He took me by the hand to the cab and we had another long restaurant evening with him holding my hand over dinner and desert. After we got up and caught our cab he pulled me over to him and kept his arm around me. In front of the door to my room he asked me to tiptoe again and let myself get kissed. This time he held my waist and ran his hands down my thighs. He told me he did not like it that I had made him sleep alone the night before.

I snuck into my room and I called his room ten minutes later and told him I was coming up. He undresses me pretty quickly, without heels I was six inches shorter and had to really tiptoe to get kissed. On my flat feet his dick was against my stomach. He laid me flat on my stomach and massaged my shoulders and back and my thighs and then my fanny. He kissed my fanny asking me how hot I was. He told me liked his girls hot, lukewarm wouldn't do. He turned me over and kissed my nipples and down my stomach and kissed the top of my vulva and ran his finger up and down my slit asking me how hot I was. I got a hard on kiss on my lips. He asked what made me think I was a pussy girl. He told me to open my legs wide, get my pussy hot and he was going to give me dick. He got on and I was filled with dick. When he got off he asked me if I was still a pussy girl. I said no, I had only tried pussy once but that didn't mean that I was a dick girl either.

I have remained his girl after we got back state side and he walks me around and when he sees a pretty girl he asks me if that is the kind of pussy I like. I say yes or I say no. The truth is that once I tried pussy in college and liked it. But I won't say I am a pussy girl. He threatens to deliver a pussy to me on a platter but I refuse, I'm a dick girl and he's my dick. Not that I was looking for dick when I got on that plane to Calgary.