Room Service

[Sienna]

Characters:

Claire Newton: 24 year old company rep, blonde, brown eyes, 34-22-34 figure.

others can enter the scenario as different characters.

Claire is in New York and the US for the first time on business. She checks into the hotel for the first night. She is single and nervous about her first time abroad on business. More than anything else she is feeling lonely and needs some company.

The opening:

IC: Claire.

I watched the scenery of the big city pass by as I made my way to the hotel in the cab from the airport. This was my first project in the US and I was nervous, hoping that everything would go fine for me tomorrow.

I noticed the cab driver looking at me through his rear mirror. I found it slightly intimidating at first, but then I was a foreigner in this country and I suppose he found me interesting, wondering what my business was in New York and why I was travelling alone. Who knows exactly what his thoughts were as he watched me. Maybe he found me attractive? Maybe he was concerned for my well-being?

 

[Guest]

Brad the bellman

OOC: Brad, 6'4" 20 yrs old dark hair dark eyes. Been working at the Ritz hotel for 2 years.

IC: I see the beautiful blond lady slowly exit the cab, her tight blue, business suit mini skirt riding high on her thighs exposing the tops of her dark blue nylons. Her perfectly formed breasts straining against the button on her tight, white, silk blouse.

I hold the door open for her as she exits, my eyes taking in her magnificent beauty.

"Welcome to the Ritz, ma'm, may I help you with your bags and take them to your room?"

 

[Sienna]

Claire arrives at the hotel

IC:

The cab driver dropped me at the Ritz and I paid my fare plus a tip. The bellman opened the cab door and greeted me with a smile and asked if he could take my suitcase to my room. I agreed and he followed me into the reception.

"Excuse me ma'm but how much did you tip the cab driver if you don't mind me asking?" the bellman asked. "Only you are not from these parts are you?"

I looked at his badge and noted his name. "No Brad, I'm not. I'm from England. It's my first time here. Why?"

"You gave the cab driver a huge tip ma'm. I think you might have got confused with our bills."

I checked into reception. They were expecting me and had everything arranged. Brad looked at the electronic key fob as it was handed to me.

"Ahhh! Room 207.......very lucky ma'm." he said.

"Lucky?"

 

[Guest]

Clarke Mahan wasn't feeling very lucky next door in room 206.
He looked almost as despondent as the "Modigliani' leaning against the wall. When the call came yesterday in Miami he was positive the painting had passed inspection and he stood to make a clear half million dollars on it. Instead they'd jammed it unceremoniously back into his hands and he'd fled Sotheby's with the words, bogus, fake and charlatan ringing in his ears.

WHY! It was by far the best Mdagliani he'd ever painted...

The bottle he drank had been no help, nor had the leggy hooker Brad had sent up last night. Four hundred bucks! Four hundred bucks and he was too pre-occupied to get the damned thing up!

There was a commotion in ther hall and Clarke opened the door prepared to see a squad of New York's 'finest' waiting to take him in but instead he saw a classy young woman, very sexy and very British being helped into her room by Brad who managed a quick leering grin and a wink.

Oh for the life of a Bell Boy!



OOC...Can you use the poor fellow? He's a charming rogue and not at all bad looking. Tall, slender, short greying beard, very dark hair worn long and drawn back in a pony tail. Dresses conservatively and knows his way around New York.

I post at LIT under several names.

 

[Sienna]

The man at 206.

Claire IC:

Brad followed me into the elevator to the second floor after explaining about the man in room 206. I had no idea what he was going on about. Something to do with being a rich artist and that both rooms are joined by a connecting door and that both rooms were used by rich lovers. I was too worried about my meeting and still hoped it would go well and be over.

"You know ma'm, I like your perfume. Very sweet." Brad told me as I followed him to my room down the long corridor. "I like the different fragrances. I bet its french?"

"No its Italian actually."

"Ahhhh! see I knew it was." he replied. I looked at him wondering if all New Yorkers were as funny as he was. We stopped at the door and he opened it for me as I noticed the man in the room next door standing watching. Brad asked if everything was fine and the man smiled at me. He was quite a good looking man and kind of mature. I liked mature men, but I think he was also shy as he returned to his room and closed the door.

"Now, thats a really weird but nice guy ma'm" Brad told me. "Likes to spend lots of money on his natural pleasures."

"Natural pleasures?"

 

[ariosto]

Poetry in Motion

After seeing the woman next door, Clarke sat and stared at the door that obviously connected the two rooms for at least ten minutes. She was better looking than the Modigliani...a lot better looking. She'd been wearing an Italian scent, the kind that made him remember the girl in Genoa that posed for that Renoir he'd painted in 84.
He perched on the edge of the bed and rubbed the erection that had grown in his pants, rather uncomfortably along his left thigh. He watched the door and pretended the blonde English woman had opened it and was standing there backlit, dressed in stiletto heels and thigh highs, that was all, just heels and stockings. Standing there looking at him rubbing his cock.

He heard the shower go on in the next room. and got up, walking cautiously over to the door he tentatively turned the handle.
My God...it opened!

He peaked inside. In a mirror over the big soft bed he could see into the bathroom where a provacatively feminine form behind the frosted glass was soaping a long finely contoured leg.
Clarke's erection had grown three inches and the tip of it was protruding from his pants. He'd never been one to deny himself natural pleasures so he slowly unzipped his fly and holding his
throbbing penis in both hands began to masturbate to the sensuous movements of the blonde British girl behind the shower glass.

 

[Guest]

Brad the Bellman

I followed the beautiful blond into the elevator, watching the sway of her tight behind and admiring those beautiful nylon legs. I noticed that her skirt was very tight and I could see the hint of a garter strap through the skirt.

'God, real nylons,' I thought, just the way I like women to dress, not in that stupid sausage-like pantyhose. I could feel a twitching between my legs.

We got into the elevator which was very crowded. I pressed the button for the 2nd floor. I could feel the lady standing very close against me from behind, her breasts pressing against my back.

Ohhh, how I wanted to turn around and take her in my arms and touch her all over. I could only say to her that her perfume was exquisite.

We got to the 2nd floor and I told her how lucky she was to have this room. The only corner room on this floor where she could have a view of the city, (and also how other offices and hotel rooms could see in, though I did not tell her this.) Also that it adjoined the next room where this artist stayed.

"This room has had many lovers stay here, in fact a well known Washington intern and a very high ranking official stayed here once."

I showed her the amenties of the room and how the television worked. I did mention that if she pressed channel 69 she would be entertained by some very adult like matter. She smiled at this.

"Since you're new to this city, and I get off in a couple of hours, would you like me to show you around town tonight?" I offered.
"I'd like to take you to a very fine restaurant and maybe we could do some dancing. It's the type of place where ladies dress very nice, you know, like a mini dress, heels and ....nylons." As I said this I brazenly looked her body up and down, not caring that my penis was growing in my pants at her beautiful sight, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, showing me a nice view of her nylon tops and garter strap.

"Why, Brad, that would be very nice." Wow, she accepted. "Here, take this for your trouble." She got up and held out a $10 bill.

"Ma'm that's way too much for one suitcase."

"I insist." She took my hand and pressed the money into my fist, but I also noticed she took longer than necessary to let go.

"I'll see you at 8, Brad," she said. Her finger touching my cheek.

"Yes, Ma'm". I left the room, finding it hard to walk with my cock straining against my pants. I might have to find Lupe, the dark haired office manager to take care of my problem in the next 2 hours.

 

[Sienna]

Natural Pleasures.

Claire IC:

Brad explained what he knew about the man in room 206. I was kind of warming to him a little because in a way he was what I had in mind as a native New Yorker, quick witted and pleasantly funny. He shown me how to use the tv and dropped a hint of the existence of a porn channel that might interest me. The view of the street from the room window was bland with rows of office windows across the way, which he remarked could be spied upon revealing some of the antics of the staff who worked there.

Brad wanted to show me his city night life and I agreed with him and arranged to meet him at 8. I gave him a $10 tip and pressed it into his soft gentle hand to stop him from refusing. We looked at each other for quite a while andboth smiled. The night out would help me relax no doubt andtake my mind off my big presentation tomorrow.

When Brad had gone I checked out the room for myself. I needed to shower and atleast rest before my date with the bellman. I unpacked my suitcase and selected the black dress I had purchased for my trip. NowI had the excuse to wear it.

I stripped and run the shower in the ensuite bathroom and stood under the warm refreshing spray of water. It felt so good as the water kissed my skin and trickled over my breasts. I washed myself, lathering up withthe rich and expensive soap that my freinds gave me before my flight. It had a rich sweet fragrance which made me feel so sensual. I made use of my time in the shower to releive some of my tensions, touching and caressing myself and finally bringing myself to a fantastic climax.

I thought I could see shadows in the bedroom, but I dismissed it as a trick of my eyes and being tired after the long flight.

 

[ariosto]

Naked Invitation

Though seen only as a technicolor shadow play behind the opaque glass it was obvious what the woman was doing. Unfortunately she fulfilled herself most arousingly before Clarke did and suddenly opened the shower door.
There was no way to avoid being seen. The best he could do was let loose of his aching cock and try to be nonchalant.
My God...I'm going to jail now for sure...

Smiling as engagingly as he could Clarke held out his hand.
"We seem to have been doing the same thing, lovely stranger. I thought I'd take advantage of our interconnecting doors which I found open for some reason to welcome you to New York City and invite you to an Art Opening at the OK Harris Gallery in Soho..."

At least she isn't screaming...Down Boy...down.

"I'm an artist you see and ahhh...We'll if you have another engagement, perhaps tomorrow we..."

He followed her glance and looked down, noticing that far from shrinking he had in fact grown an inch or two!

 

[Guest]

Brad the bellman

I left the lovely blond's room with my cock aching. Lupe, the office manager was the answer to my swelling. I buzzed the elevator and when the doors opened, the honeymoon couple that I showed to their room the night before, were in the elevator kissing passionately.

She was wearing a black, pleated mini skirt and his hands were pushing her skirt up from behind, exposing her black thin panties and black garter belt and nylon tops. They didn't notice me as I got on and continued their passion until the lobby. When the doors opened, they got out first, she turned around and gave me a smile, while her husband kept his hands on her ass, but this time her skirt covered her panties. I marveled at the way her ass wiggled as they walked to the hotel bar.

I decided that I would do the romantic thing and send flowers to my date's room. I picked out a dozen red roses and wrote a note that said, "Welcome to New York. I'm looking forward to showing you the time of your life. Love, Brad" I told the florist to send the flowers up to room 207 around 7:30 this evening.

Then I took the stairs down to the basement where Lupe's office was. Lupe, who is 35, has been working at the Ritz since she was 19, starting out as a busgirl, then a maid, until she was discovered by Ritz Carlton III, grandson of the original Carlton's.

She became his secretary in short order and has been holding the title of office manager since she was 21. I've been working here for a couple of years and Lupe and I have gotten to know each other quite intimately. In fact, she works for me sometimes as a hooker. She was the one that I sent up to room 206 to entertain whe weid guy in that room the other night. What was real cool is that the guy gave me $100 tip and Lupe and I split the $400 he gave her. She had told me though the guy couldn't even get it up even though she wore one of her sexiest outfits.

The reason that Lupe's office is downstairs is that all of the Ritz Carlton hotel's send their weekly income to this hotel for Lupe to count. The money is delivered on Sunday by 3 armored cars and the money is kept in a large safe that only Lupe and Carlton III know the combination.

I knocked on Lupe's door and let myself in. I took in her vision sitting at her computer. A black tight silk mini skirt, a white satin button down blouse, black seamed nylons and black high heels.

Her skirt above her stocking tops, her black garter straps showing, she turned to look at me. My cock straining against my pants I walked over to her so my cock was at an even level to her mouth.

OOC: Help, we need a lady to play Lupe!!!

 

[mfucker]

Lupe:

As I heard the door open, my attention turned from the flickering screen in front of me, towards the man standing at the door.

Brad.

I should have known better. Brad, apparently, had a surprise for me at the front of his pants.

Smiling to myself, I already feel slightly wet with anticipation, as I pulled my glasses from my face, and removed the clip that held my hair together untidily.

Without even standing up, I took a step away from my chair and went on my knees immediately. Knowingly, he closed the door behind him.

 

[Sienna]

suprise visitation.

IC Claire:

I walked out of the shower and wrapped the long towel around my body. I saw what made those shadows I thought was a figment of my tired imagination. It was the man from 206...

We looked at each other, still for a while and I realised what he had in his hands. Of course I was suprised. Seeing some man with his hand wrapped around his member was suspicious enough, but then he was the man next door and Brad explained his own thoughts about him to me.

I tried to act as if I didn't notice but that was stupid because it was so obvious with the hard on he was brandishing. I always considered myself a woman of the world and prepared myself for any eventuality. I smiled and secured the towel around me more as he explained himself. The curiosity of the connecting door between our rooms was a temptation and an open invitation.

"Can you see it in yourself to forgive me for my appearence?" he asked. I knew what he was up to, watching me in the shower. Besides he was honest and did not hide the fact that he was in the throes of jerking off as I stepped out. I sat on the bed and burst out laughing.

"So that connecting door is open?" I asked. "One of us had to discover that eventually. I don't think there is a need to apologise."

"Thankyou for your understanding Miss. It is clear you have aroused me."

"I suppose that's what is refered to as natural pleasures?" He looked at me curiously. I noticed despite my discovering him, his cock was still at attention. I was flattered that I had produced such a display. "What do you intend to do with that?" I asked.

I was aroused and the man was clearly handsome in his own right and then given my emotional excitement by that time I was either on the verge of throwing him out or accepting him. We were both strangers. What was I to do?

He sat beside me on the bed and took my hand and slowly put it around his cock. I watched intently as he did so. Already I was intrigued by his move and felt it, he clasped my fingers around it and looked at me with a gentle smile. He was taking a risk and he knew it. I could have reacted against him and either screamed defensively or kicked him out aggressively. But I didn't do any of those things.

 

[ariosto]

Three Options

"I believe you are a woman of the world."
Clarke said, "And I appreciate your not being alarmed at my appearence."
He looked down for a moment in aesthetic appreciation of her lovely hand with clear lacquered nails holding the curving ivory shaft of his erection. Her fingers could not quite wrap around it.

"I know that you have been an artists model at sometime."
He said softly almost to himself. Then he looked at her, his dark eyes seemed full of untold stories.

"I can see it in the way you carry yourself..."
Clarke leaned forward and placed his lips on her left breast, just beside the coral tip and kissed her.
He felt the subtlest squeeze on his cock and her exquisite fingers began to move the satiny flesh up and down over the warm hardness at it's heart.

"I've been looking for someone to enjoy a day or two with in the Big Apple. You see, " he said kissing the warm skin of her throat.
"You see it may be my last time..."

His leg, tan and muscular lay next to hers, graceful and toned. He admired the shape of her knee immensely.

"I can take you to the Gallery Opening I mentioned. I can probably introduce you to Rauschenberg in fact."
He was watching Claire's hand with hypnotic fascination and imagined he was a swaying cobra in the hands of a beautiful young virgin...

"Or," he continued, "We can go to Coney Island and ride the roller coaster. I can win a large blue teddy bear for you at a shooting gallery."
He cupped her breast in his hand and bent his head to the pink firm bud which he touched with the tip of a long pointed tongue. He looked up at her and winked,
"Or we can fuck like bunnies."

 

[Guest]

Brad the bellman

Lupe unclipped her long dark tresses so that they flowed around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Then she took off her glasses and immediately got on her knees in front of me.

"Yes, Lupe, you know what I want, you always do."

Her deft fingers slowly pulled down my zipper while she looked up at me.

"I see you have someone in mind for our little plan, right, Brad?"

"Yes, she'll be perfect, and know one will be any the wiser," I said, carressing her hair as she reached inside my pants.

My 9" cock sprang out, dripping with pre-cum and anticipation.
Her tongue licked at the pre-cum.

"MMMMM and all for me, " she said.

My hips started jerking in her direction. "God, take it...take it now.."

I knew from all the teasing I had from Claire, the honeymoon couple on the elevator and now Lupe, I wouldn't be able to last too long. That's okay, because I was planning to give Claire the ride of a lifetime when I was with her tonight and I didn't want to cum too soon.

"Anything you say, lover." Lupe's red lips and hot mouth engulfed my raging cock. One of my hands was in her long hair while the other reached down to stroke her tits, straining against her white silk blouse. She was such a beautiful vision, on her knees, with her black silk mini skirt above her stocking tops, showing me her black garter straps and a hint of black see through panties, that seemed to be dripping with moisture.

"Finger yourself," I said. Lupe's fingers went into her panties and I could see her stroking her own clit while I pinched her nipples.

Then she let go of my cock with her other hand and pushed a button on her computer. Immediately the screen showed the inside of a room. My eyes looked where she was pointing.

My word, it was room 207, and in the room was the artist sitting on the bed, naked, along with Claire who was stroking his cock.

The vision of the 2 of them and the feeling of Lupe's licking lips on my long dong was driving me over the edge. When the sound came on the computer when the artist asked Claire if the wanted to "fuck like bunnies" I burst my load, shooting load after load of cum in Lupe's mouth. She pulled my cock away from her lips and pointed it at her face. Smiling up at me, I could see rope after rope of my pent up jiz coat her beautiful face and hair. Her fingers flying on her clit also brought her over the edge and we came together, screaming our animal urges.

Lupe got up, still with cum dripping on her face, and we both looked at what was unfolding in room 207.

 

[Sienna]

mesmerised.

Claire IC:

I was mesmerised by this man, this artist who had invited himself into my room from next door. He started to kiss me, fondle me and then pull away the long bath towel that was wrapped around my body. He somehow knew that I had been a model, yes an artists model some years ago when I was at art college.

He eased me onto the bed and looked into my eyes, talking to me with his hypnotic voice, so well spoken, so educated. His hand gently cupping my right breast as his thumb rubbed against my hardened nipple repeatedly. I could feel myself moistening, making ready for what he had suggested. He straddled my hips with his thighs on either side and looked at me, reading my body with his eyes slowly

"You remind me of someone I once knew." he said. I lay, watched and listened to him as he ran his fingers through my scanty pubic hair, then onto his still hardening manhood. "Someone I once loved, but alas we parted. An angel like yourself sent from heaven just for me."

"What happened?" I asked. He smiled and leaned forwards to kiss me passionately. My breathing increased as my heartbeats quickened. I could feel his fingers gently parting my lips, opening me up to delve into my warm juices. He brought his hand up to my lips and placed his fingers onto my tongue and I could taste myself on them.

"That is another story which I am not yet ready to reveal." he said. I licked and sucked on his fingers with vigour. "You like that my Angel?" he asked. I remained silent and just stared up at him, feeling his cock slowly enter my private domain.

 

[ariosto]

Tell me what you wish to see.

He senses though he cannot see the cobra's head slowly opening the flower, sliding through the slick, moist petals, encountering involuntary resistance in the heated sheath of her vagina which he knows could be lessened with the delights of foreplay but he wants right now and with great urgency to lie deep within this lovely woman, to be buried in her center and there perhaps to tell her of the wonders he can show her in the days to come.
And so he calls her Angel and they share the sweet taste of her juices on his fingers and their caressing tongues as he penetrates slowly and relentlessly deeper and deeper into the warm velvet glove of her sex.
She becomes the Modagliani painting, she is a Bacchante by Titian, she lies supine like Cabanal's foam riding Venus...
Who is she? he thinks...
and then fully sheathed within her at last, he whispers...
"Tell me, what you wish to see. Talk to me while I make love to you."

 

[Sienna]

Sensuous lover.

Claire IC:

This man, this stranger who bedazled me was making passionate but gentle love to me. I could feel him inside of me, penetrating me with his manhood and making me feel each and every sensuous thrust. He asked me to talk to him and tell him what I wanted to see.

"I want to see everything...." I whispered, my breath laboured by the ecstatic feelings he was making me have. "Tell me about your angel. Tell me why I am like her. "Who was she?"

He smiled at me as I spoke to him, watching and listening to me as I began to glide on an orgasmic wave of sheer pleasure. I had never ever been made loved to before in such a gentle way. He guided my emotions, until I reached my peak. He gently restrained me as I cried out, calming me so that I could feel every passing moment of his intense love making.

"Who are you?" I asked. He smiled at me, I could feel him cum inside of me, the warm gush of his release filled my vagina and then he began to slow, stroking my hair. I was still mesmerised by this man, this sensuous lover, this stranger I had so willingly succumed to. But why? What power did he have over me?

 

[Guest]

Brad the bellman

Lupe and I watched mezmerized as the computer screen in front of us was linked to room 207, where Claire and the artist where making love.

I was standing behind Lupe, watching the love sceens unfold before our eyes. Both her breathing and mine started to increase and my hands reached around in front of her and caressed her big tits through her white silk blouse. She backed herself up against my hardon and moaned as I rubbed her nipples.

"Look at his cock, Brad, look at it go in and out of her," Lupe said through half closed passionate eyes.

I looked around Lupe to see the artist bring Claire to the brink of orgasm.

"Yes, look how much the slut enjoys it. Just wait, in about 4 hours I'm gonna bring her back to her room and you can watch me fuck her brains out."

"Ohhh, yesss, I want to see it...I wish I could be in the room with you." Her hands reached behind my ass, pulling me tighter against her.

One of my hands slid down her ass and I lifted her silk mini skirt from behind as she bent over at the waist. Then, in the heat of passion, I ripped her black bikini see through panties off, letting them slide down her nyloned legs and rest at her stilleto heels.

"Fuck me, Brad, fuck me hard, just like he's doing it to her...Cum on FUCK MEEEE."

 

[Sienna]

continuing passion....

Claire IC:

Despite the fact that he had cum, he kept me going. Kissing my breasts and teasing my hard nipples with his tongue, gently biting them until they stood like little pink turrets for him to lick and caress with his tongue. I was in absolute heaven. His fingers gently probed into me, touching those very parts of my vagina that kept me on the edge of yet another intense orgasm.

"My name....." he whispered, "Is Clarke."

The name seemed to remind me of someone. I had to think while I was in the throes of passion...the name seemed important.

"Clarke Mahan...." he whispered again. It was then I realised something significant. My meeting tomorrow. One of the people I had to meet.....an art dealer by that name. I looked up into his eyes and stared at him with wild passionate eyes....was this the Clarke Mahan I was to meet with.....the very same one?

 

[ariosto]

Destined to meet...

"I think we were destined to meet."
Clarke said as he knelt beside the bed, placing his hands on her perfect knees, opening them and looking with appreciation at the ivory smoothness of firm young thighs, leading up to the delicate pink petals of her sex on which the mingled spend of their orgasm was still in evidence.

"My Angel's cunt was much like yours."
His long fingers traced the short curving line of her labia, opening them slightly then sliding inside. Two fingers inside Claire, inside Claire's
tight moist vagina, moving in slowly widening circles, touching the fevered walls, the secret places...

He looked up at her, watching her eyes as his fingers twisted and danced.
"I used to love her taste. I would eat her many times in a single day. Once on the Metro in Paris
she was wearing a short black skirt and I slid down between her legs...she held a newspaper over my head...I slid down and I opened her pussy and licked her and sucked her and devoured her until her cum was running down my chin. We were going to
the Louvre that day."

She watched his head come forward, a strange smile on his face. She watched him lean down and then his lips were sucking the pearl of her sex and his tongue was caressing it.
Claire's fingers dug into the bedsheets as she pushed herself onto Clarke's face wondering what Angel had looked like and wanting his tongue in her womb.

 

[Sienna]

oral delight....

Claire IC:

He told me about his "Angel" and part of my body that reminded him so much about her.......my womanhood. He was so fascinated by it as he caressed it and then gave me oral sex. Did he know that I was to meet him, perhaps later tomorrow attempt to do a deal with him for my employers, should he be the Clarke Mahan I was to meet with after my presentation.

I could feel his tongue, licking against my wet pink lips. Then he gently played upon my clitoris, sending those fantastic waves through my spine and into my whole body. I could feel myself cumming......yielding my juices to him. No other lover has done this to me in comparison ever before. I revelled in what he was doing. Clutching my own breasts to enhance the erotic journey into my own sexual sensorium. Don't stop Clarke I was saying to myself in my head repeatedly.

My watch alarm beeped......it was nearly time to make ready for the date with the bellman. Clarke realised as he looked at me that our moment had to end.

"I am keeping you from an appointment it seems." he said. His fingers played in the moistness of my sex as I looked at him. "You have the most exquisite cunt. No doubt we will meet again."

I lay back and took his hand before he walked away towards the connecting door. My eyes followed him as he closed it behind him. I felt strangely contented at that moment. I rolled onto my side and stared at the door before returning to the shower once more.

 

[ariosto]

Unable to restrain himself Clarke returned to the adjoining room and walked into the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. Yes...still a handsome man. His cock was standing at a proud angle. He would fuck Claire one more time.
She didn't hear him until he was in the shower stall with her. His hands came around and began to spread lather over her breasts. The feel of her wet skin, the firm fullness of it made him ache with desire.
She was still wet not only with the warm water of the shower but also with the juices of their recent encounter.
"Hold on to the walls." He whispered as the tip of his penis penetrated her sex.
She gripped the slippery walls as best she could
while feeling his thick curving cock sliding through the tight walls of her vagina. He didn't stop until he was fully sheathed inside. Claire fancied she could feel him pulsing, feel the blood racing through his erection. She tightened on Clarke as he pulled back. Relaxed as he thrust forward, tightened as he pulled back, relaxed, tightened, relaxed...over and over. His fingers squeezed and ravaged her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples.
His thrusts grew in intensity, lifting her from the showers soapy floor...

"I'm going to cum in you right now." He said
and he shuddered then she felt the pulsing rush of warm semen filling her and responded with her own intense climax, grinding herself onto his softly exploding cock.
When they were spent, he kissed her neck and whispered...

"I believe we have a business date tomorrow. Please don't wear any panties to it."
Then he was gone.

 

[mfucker]

Lupe:

We had thrown just about everything off the desk except for that one monitor that was the cause of both our lust.

"Yes Brad, fuck me. Fuck me harder!!!" I screamed loudly, knowing full well that it was probable that no one could hear me, us.

He groaned and grunted, like an animal on Discovery Channel. His hands grabbed and probed my body like it was new-found territory, his fingers teasing and pinching my ever erotic nipples. I moaned in delight, and in absolute approval.

The climax in the other room was transmitted clearly into ours, and with the flow of things he too began to cum deep within the folds of my pussy.

Never passing up on a chance of a cum shower, I gesticulate to him to pull out quickly, as I lean back onto the desk, with him mounting my body once more.

This time, ropes of his sweet warm cum showers upon my naked tits, experiencing the same delight that my pretty face went through not too long ago.

As we watched the couple leave the monitor, we both knew that this was the sign for more to come.

 

[Sienna]

Unexpected return......

Claire IC:

I let the warm water of the shower spread over my face and body, not expecting Clarke to return. Entered the shower and put his hands around me, clutching my breasts and giving me instructions of how he wanted me.

I leaned against the tiled wall of the shower and he entered me from behind, fucking me, harder this time than before. I could feel him pounding and thrusting as he once more took me to another orgasm. The shower stream pounded in my face as I felt him cum exactly the same time as me. He pulled me to him, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, running his hands over my breasts.

I returned his kiss, passionately, before he left the shower unit. Again I watched him leave. What he told me rang inside my head. He was the Clarke Mahan I was to meet tomorrow. I knew he had to be.

I dressed and prepared myself for the evening out with the Bellman. I looked past my own image in the mirror as I was applying my make-up and looked at the connecting door, half expecting Clarke to come back to me again. But he didn't.

I found the Bellman, Brad waiting in the reception for me. He looked so much different in his casuals and so handsome with his hair greased and combed back. He handed me a small posy of flowers and held his arm out to me. "This way ma'am, my city awaits." he said as I took hold of him. I noticed the lady behind the reception counter smiling and Brad winked and saluted her as we passed and left through the automatic doors.

 

[mfucker]

Lupe:

It must have taken alot of will for that guy to finally leave the room, but leave he did, and so did Brad.

I blew him a goodbye kiss as the door closed, before pulling my bra and panties back onto my cum-covered body. Looking in the mirror on the wall, I slowly wipe the cum off my face, and sucked my fingers clean. I wasn't one to waste such a precious entity.

Clarke....Clarke Mahan. I wondered to myself. I went back to my monitor, and with a few commands bring the scene of his room onto the screen. I sat back in my chair and smiled to myself, as I invaded the deepest of his privacies from the comfort of my little office....