She was sitting alone at the bar, jutting out her lower lip. I saw her come with a guy wearing a business tie but he kissed her on the cheek and left so quickly I couldn’t even get a decent look at him. Alone at the bar. I needed no other encouragement and I looked her over to find a way in that didn’t sound too desperate. I just needed her to pause and consider an answer and the rest would be inevitable. I threw out a line about her appearance. As she turned around to argue, my outfit gave her pause. She was a woman of fine taste, I knew she wouldn’t scream at a finely dressed man, not before finding out what he did for a living. Thats where my craft came handy. That pause allowed me to continue and critic her whole setup, n literally massage her body with my words. I finished with the distinguished kissable quality of her puffy lips. That made her smile. She had taken too long to warm up to my improvised erotica, almost making me think she wasn’t the horny she-devil dressed out for a night of fun.
The smile was undeniable, her pupils saucers in her eyes. It was almost as if she had waited for someone to make that comment about her lips. Small talk later we kissed… Her sweet n salty lips kept up with me one upping me every time I raised the stakes in the public area. It ended with me stopping our public dry humping attempt and pulling her with me up the elevators to my room. As I led her into the elevator, my hand went up her skirt to find that her panties were soaked already. She pushed the elevator button while I negotiated my entry to press hers. We reached my floor and she led me into the room right next to mine. This was an unusual change of pace for me.
Too hot to argue logistics, I threw her onto the bed and unzipped her dress slowly licking my way down to her bum. Surprised to see it slightly plum and fleshy despite the perfect shape it took in that dress, I spanked her playfully while she moaned into the sheets. She turned around and let me look at the most beautiful pair of man made breasts I had seen in a while. They bounced into place as she held them up to let me remove her bra and let them go revealing her quarter sized pink nipples that blended into the color of her skin as she blushed. Sight so beautiful, it would make an Amish fellate Cronin and Gerow, the pervy plastic surgeons who thought up the first modern implants.
An unsuccessful attempt from her part to find my penis brought me back to the present and I slid off my lowers quickly as she took off the dress in its entirety. No words needed to be spoken now. It was too soon but we were too horny to care. I pushed her panties to the side and just stuck it in. The feel of her pussy was so great, it jolted me back to look at her face. I mashed my lips against her as I grabbed her ass and plunged my dick into the warm pussy of the lady I had just met. As her eyes rolled around in its socket, I remembered my purpose in the room. I turned her over and continued, enjoying the deeply personal experience that sex with strangers for me. I grabbed her hair and pulled hard as she trying to scream into the headboard. Breathless she tried to escape the grasp as my other hand twisted her clit making her jump on her bed inevitably pushing herself deeper into me.
I was hitting her cervix now n still had an inch to go. I jammed her face into the headboard trapping her in place and pushed hard making her convulse as she screamed herself into an orgasm. Distracted by the convulsions of her pussy muscles, I took my penis out and forcibly inserted my penis inside her ass all in one go. She screamed so loud, I was sure we would be disrupted by the connoisseur so I picked up the pace. She was tearing her pillow apart trying to roll over and stop me but I held her in place. Just as I felt her stop struggling, resigned to be fucked in the ass by the handsome stranger, I took my hands off her waist, using one to manipulate her clit, and the other to enter her pussy n poke her g-spot. Having interrupted her orgasm before, I knew she would surely slip into one pretty soon and prepared myself as she started shaking uncontrollably and her ass started squeezing me in hard. I bottomed out and waited as she flopped around fucking me herself as her orgasm took away the voluntary control I had left her with.
As she finished, I turned her over n pulled her up by both hands n pushed my penis inside her mouth. She was too tired to blow me so I fucked myself with her face, looking down at her as her running mascara brought me closer to cumming. As I was about to pull out to cum all over her face, she pushed me back into her mouth and held onto my ass as she took in all that I had to offer. As I finished, she took my dick out and rubbed it all over her lips. Then she let all the cum leak over from her mouth all the way down her body. It continued as I got dressed and she ignored it as she cleaned up her mascara. I opened the door and found a waiter trying to listen inside, almost assuredly verifying a noise complaint. I smiled at him, told him ti go in, looked back as I heard a scream from the bed and saw a waiter standing motionless with a mouth wide agape before he apologized and turned to hurriedly follow me out of the room. He had a smile on his face, though I had a bigger one.
I went back to the bar, occupying a dark corner to blend into and enjoy the night as I played around with my words on any paper I could find and get my hands on when I saw her returning to the place I found her. I smirked as she saw me and looked away quickly. She had dressed herself in a hurry and I could see the outline of my cum tracks all the way from her now glazed lips down to her belly. She didn’t need a bra, bless those perky puppies and I was lost in the taboo actions she had displayed that was surprised as a guy came into my frame n scooped her by her waist leading her to a shadowy booth like the one I had. Who was this guy? How did he know her? My inability to see the interaction was really frustrating me. I disassociated myself from my thoughts by downing 2 straight shots but was distracted again as the slow music completely stop, the bar quieted down and a makeshift stage light passed over blinding me and focusing on a booth. I got up blind and as my vision came back, I saw a man down on one knee presenting a ring to the lady whore. As the bar held her breath waiting for an answer, I saw her eyes flash to me as she said yes and kissed him deeply.
Those puffy kissable glazed lips…
As the crowd dispersed and the light died down, I made my way out of the bar, passing the still kissing engaged couple. I slowed down almost stopping in front of them to take a better look at guy as I felt a hand on my crotch. Frozen on the spot. She pushed his face to caress her neck on the opposite side of me. As she looked into my eyes and whispered audibly into his ears.
“Yes I want you to lick my neck. And then take me upstairs and lick me all the way.” I left having no idea how the guy looked but distinctly recognizing the same guy.
I went out into the lobby, taking out my e-cig n was inevitably stopped by a waiter. Getting ready to explain the legality of smoking them indoors, I looked up to see the same waiter smiling the same smile I had left him with a few moments ago upstairs.
“That was so fucked up man. You know I came to tell her to come downstairs. Her guy had spent all his time perfectly coordinating the moment.” I looked at him, unable to take in everything yet.
“Btw, there is a message for you at the reception and e-cigarretes aren’t allowed in this hotel,” he continued and walked away.
To think I had been in charge of the situation. I was a pawn in her game and I was too blind to see it. But the glazed neck and the french kiss… I couldn’t get them off my mind and felt a stir in my pants as I received my note from the reception. She had truly one-upped me and created a perfect fucked moment, the glazed body…
Lost in thoughts I opened the note to find a 13 digit number staring back at me.
742 243 364 1231
Confused, I pocketed the note and headed back to my room. I could hear light moaning coming from the room I had just defiled the lady devil in. But what made me stop in my tracks was the number on her door. I looked at my key, 744. At the note. And then the door. Yep, there was a gold 742 on the door…
She wants me to finish what she started. I could one up her… and create my own scandalous moment. Sporting a huge smile and a rock hard erection, I made my way back downstairs to find another dame to lick my newly found female companions juices off my cock.
