Hotel surprise

[atariblue]

I saw this picture on the Hottest Asains II thread and I was immediately taken by the beautiful young lady. I even proclaimed it possibly the best damn pic on the thread. There's just something about the way she's looking at you from over her shoulder.
http://40.media.tumblr.com/7856ea896aa074f0426a85508a077668/tumblr_nzx0ehNtj61tq1u5no1_500.jpg

It got me thinking, so I had to repost this in SI.

I can imagine a scene where you come back to your hotel room after a long day of business trip meetings, as you're stripping out of your suit you stop in your tracks at the doorway to the bedroom. You are not sure who she is. As she's glancing over her shoulder your eyes lock with hers and she whispers "Can I suck your cock and have you cum down my throat?" You can see she's married (ring on the finger) so she adds "don't tell my husband" and then you suddenly realize that you've seen her before. It hits you like a freight train, she's the VP's wife.

 

[Carnevil9]

That is indeed an awesome photo!

 

[ericrodman101]

Get busy

Great photo. Great start. So you service the VPs wife and she wants more. And she knows a few more gorgeous Asian ladies who enjoy anonymous fucking. You will be busy.

 

[atariblue]

Great photo. Great start. So you service the VPs wife and she wants more. And she knows a few more gorgeous Asian ladies who enjoy anonymous fucking. You will be busy.

I'm liking where this is going. So maybe she's a trophy wife with her husband being 20-25 years her senior. He and her associate with a similar group of friends (trophy wives and their powerful husbands) so she has plenty of young Asain lady friends. As a lower level office cubicle dweller our main character doesn't hesitate servicing the wives.

 

[Carnevil9]

I do have a story where a businessman is surprised to find a naked woman in his hotel room. But she is not oriental, and not a VP's wife, but rather a normally-mild-mannered co-worker who wants to show him that she can be assertive. It's called "Dirty Talk on the Road" if anyone is interested.

 

[Hypoxia]

@atariblue: Good setup. But I wonder about studly Jai (the jody). If he's a "lower-level office cubicle dweller" is he likely to have "long day of business trip meetings"? And how does the VP's wife select *him* for sex?

Where do you see the story set? USA, Asia, Europe? What are Jai's and the execs' ethnicities? You can play with or against stereotypes here.

That's mere mechanics. A plausible backstory is no problem. More important: How do you WANT the story to go? Does Jai build a trophy-wife harem? Is he caught by a husband? Are any husbands relieved they don't have to service their wives? Is Jai promoted? Years later, after Jai climbs the corporate ladder to senior management, does his own trophy wife sneak off with a salaryman?

 

[loquere]

I've been to China a few times on business, as the chief purchasing agent for my employer. The first time I actually panicked because I couldn't access Literotica because of there Internet restrictions.


Scenario 1) It was my first day in China. I toured the factory but forgot the samples there, and got into my cab and went back to my hotel. An attractive young fit perky assistant from the factory came to my hotel to drop off the forgotten samples. I met her in the lobby, where she nervously tried to convince me her factory was the best one to buy from, saying pretty much exactly what I'd already heard, but I got the hint and we went to the bar and had a few drinks then went to my hotel room, so she could convince me some more, she convinced multiple times. She rode my cock like she was addicted to it. My favourite was ramming that tight Chinese pussy doggystyle ohh god!


Scenario 2) Another factory I toured the owner took me to dinner. They always take you out for food and alcohol. His wife was at the dinner and she kept playing footsie with me. While mentioning she works in management at the hotel I was staying at and that she could get me a discount, and then asked me my room number so she could process it. This was happening right in front of her husband and I actually think he knew. Later that night well after midnight I stumble back to my hotel room tired and plastered. Half an hour later she nocks at my door. She then begins to further encourage me to buy from her husbands factory by getting on her knees, and sucking my flaccid cock. I didn't fuck her that night because I was tired and too drunk to perform, but I did fuck her in the shower and on the bed in the morning.

 

[atariblue]

Another idea I had for this: Think 1930's Shanghai. Kinda like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.

Our young and daring adventurer, Dakota Monsoon, has just ducked into an alley nearly escaping the goons who were chasing him. In his satchel are the coordinates to the lost idol, the Golden Monkey, a prize that could net a nice little fortune if it ended up in the wrong hands. Dakota slips into the nearest doorway. Looking around he soon realizes he's entered a seedy tavern and hotel. Dakota asks the bar keep if there's a room available. 'Sorry buddy. Can't help ya.' Is his reply.

"Yes there is. If he doesn't mind sharing." Answers a deep voice from the dark corner of the bar. "Take him to the third room." The bar keep nods and takes Dakota upstairs where he sees our mysterious Asian lady. Is she good or bad? Maybe she's the mob boss' wife? Is she looking to get the coordinates for herself or escape the evil clutches of her husband?

I don't know. Just a few ideas to play with.

 

[Hypoxia]

Dakota Monsoon quickly appraises our mysterious Asian lady and then excuses himself and ducks into the bathroom with his satchel. He pulls out the paper containing the coordinates and memorizes the numbers, then alters them to point to another locale, and replaces the paper in his satchel. He slips on a condom too. Ready!

Or we could go all Maltese Falcon. Dakota encounters more than a few lovely ladies and murderous mobsters hunting the idol. Cue the Scooby-Doo chases. Finally he's caught, the coordinates are extracted, and the mob hauls Dakota along as they retrieve it. Then someone scratches the Golden Monkey -- SHIT! It's BRASS, not GOLD! Dakota escapes (with one or more lovely ladies) during the uproar. He's smiling -- the actual coordinates are in his shoe.

 

[Mello_SixtyNine]

How about this.

Alex arrived at his 5-star hotel in the Ginza district of Tokyo. He's not rich, he just lucked out and won an online contest for a fabulous 2-week Tokyo vacation for two. His plan was to go with his girlfriend, but a few days before they were going to leave, he unfortunately discovered that his girlfriend was cheating on him with his best friend. Alex decided to go anyway since he wanted to get as far away from both of them as possible.

As he walked through the exquisite looking lobby, he noticed a distinguished older asian gentleman trying to help this beautiful woman that was with him. The woman was in obvious distress so Alex rushed over to assist. Due to his training as an EMT, he came to the realization that she was choking. Quickly acting, Alex gave her the heimlich maneuver until a mint popped out of her mouth with a gasp.

In Japanese, the couple began profusely thanking him. The older gentleman waved over the head concierge to translate for him. Alex discovered that the man was the owner of the hotel, & the woman he just helped was his girlfriend. The owner (through the translator) asked if he was here on business and Alex proceeded to explain about his situation along with the reason why he was there alone.

The owner spoke in hushed tones to his concierge, then the couple bowed towards Alex and left. Alex asked what he the owner said to him.

"Mr. Yamamoto just upgraded you to the Presidential suite. He also upgraded you to "favored guest" status. If you want to go to the best restaurant in the city, contact me & I will make the arrangements along with comping the meal. If you want front row tickets to a show, contact me. A limousine will be on call for you during your stay...also comped. And there will be one more special thing that will be waiting for you in your suite."

The concierge handed Alex his business card and reiterated:

"If you need anything at all, just call this number."

Alex was shocked by the generosity of the owner. He was even more shocked when he walked into the Presidential suite. And finally, his mouth was gapiing when he discovered what his, "final special thing" was.

Miko was kneeling on the largest bed he's ever seen. She was also the most beautiful woman Alex had ever laid his eyes on. Miko informed him that she would be his concubine during his stay.

"Concubine?" Alex asked.

She explained that he would be his guide, his translator, his dinner companion, & his lover during his stay. In perfect english, she said:

"If there is anything you want...and I mean anything, all you have to do is ask."

 

[atariblue]

What if he wants Kiku, Mr Yamamoto's GF, and Miko at the same time?

 

[Hypoxia]

How about this.
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"If there is anything you want...and I mean anything, all you have to do is ask."

Nice setup for a stroker. Again, where does the story go? Does Alex ask the concubine to satisfy all his wildest kinks and group fantasies? Is it a fortnight of fuckfests? Does the hotel owner's hot GF join the action in gratitude? Does she say that since he saved her, he now owns her?

Maybe some drama. Are yakuza mobsters lurking around, scheming against the hotel owner, but Alex foils their plot? Is Alex led into inner circles of power? Does he send a thank-you to his ex for vastly improving his life?

 

[atariblue]

Nice setup for a stroker. Again, where does the story go? Does he send a thank-you to his ex for vastly improving his life?

Maybe he takes a selfie of him being serviced by Miko and two other beautiful young Asain concubines to send to his ex GF.

 

[loquere]

I shared my soul and you all ignored it FUCK YOU all

 

[Hypoxia]

I shared my soul and you all ignored it FUCK YOU all

Poor baby. I like your accounts. There, all better now?

 

[atariblue]

I shared my soul and you all ignored it FUCK YOU all

Reading of your exploits made me a tad jealous and hard

 

[loquere]

Reading of your exploits made me a tad jealous and hard

Good

 

[loquere]

Reading of your exploits made me a tad jealous and hard

Good