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The hotel bar was
full. There was only one seat open next
to a sandy blonde with a heavyweight fighter build, moustache and a neat, close
cropped goatee. He smiled at me and
flashed dazzling green eyes and a pair of dimples. Damned if my knees didn’t go a bit weak. He gestured to sit in the empty seat beside
him. What the hell? I thought, why
not. It was Paris and I had just discovered I had a
weakness for dimples.
“Allow me to buy
you a drink.” His dimples deepened. “Gee,” he said by way of introduction.
I laughed. “Of course, you’re French, what else could
you possibly be named. Kate,” I said to
introduce myself and slipped in beside him.
“But tell you what, I know a Gee that I loathe so I will Americanize you
and call you Guy.”
He laughed and
shrugged. “Why not. Let’s drink to that.”
Guy ordered drinks
and we fell into a great conversation; he was funny and charming and smart but
my mind kept wandering to fucking and sucking and the smell of his cologne, and
if he’d let me watch him stroke himself off while I tongued the cum off his
cock as it spurted in hot, salty bursts.
“I just made a
brilliant point and you weren’t paying attention,” Guy playfully chastised me.
“I’m sorry,” I
breathed and leaned close to his neck.
“My mind keeps wandering to sex.”
I made a soft little noise in the back of my throat and it captured his
sexual attention. His green eyes lost
the charming playfulness and grew intense and focused.
“That is a very
good place for your mind to wander,” Guy agreed in a husky whisper. “Let’s go to my room,” he said his accent
thicker with desire.
We just made it
into his suite, pulling and tearing each other’s clothes off. Guy pushed my up against the wall and kissed
me with such heat that I moaned and my damn knees went weak. Then he kneeled between my legs and spread my
pussy before burying his face in the wet, pink folds. Guy slipped his fingers inside me and gave me
a good, slow ride on his tongue. He took
his time tasting and slipping his fingers in and out, sucking my hot sweetness
off his fingers before burying them back inside.
Deep pleasure
rumbled in his chest from his excitement watching me and we locked eyes as he
kept fucking me with his fingers slow and steady until I gasped with my
excitement and came with loud shouts of pleasure. Guy smiled with smug satisfaction at making
me come so fast and so loud. He rose and
pressed his body against mine as he kissed me and cupped my heavy breasts.
“I have something
in mind for myself, Kate,” he said with a dazzling, dimpled smile.
“I have something
in mind for you, too, Guy.”
“Hmm,” he pondered. “You tell me your something and I will decide
which I like.”
I smiled and
trailed my fingers down his chest and down his smooth belly. “I want to watch you stroke your cock until
you come so I can lick your cum off your cock as you spurt your salty come for
me.”
Guy grabbed my
hand and pulled me so fast to the couch, I trotted behind and laughed. “So my something wins?” I asked.
Guy half lay, half
sat on the couch as he put me between his legs.
His balls begged to be cupped and I nestled them in my hand.
“Like dice,” he
told me. And I jiggled his balls in my
hand like I was going to throw dice in Vegas.
“Just like that,
baby, don’t stop,” Guy said. I was
eye-level with his cock and it was a magnificent tool for fucking and
sucking. He stroked his cock for me,
working it until his belly tightened and his balls pulled up hard and
tight. We locked eyes and I bit my lip
in anticipation of licking his cum off his cock.
“You’ve got me so
excited and wet,” I murmured. “Give me
your cum, baby, I want it now,” I begged.
Guy grunted with
pleasure and lurched up from the intensity of his squirting cum as I captured
the salty candy from his cock. He
collapsed back on the couch and pulled me to lie on top of him. Guy kissed me and fell into deep, ragged
breathing.
“That was
amazing,” he said. “Give me ten minutes
to rest and then I will show you my something,” Guy said between lighthearted
kisses. The hotel room phone rang on the
nightstand and the chipper voice of the receptionist broke over our lust filled
haze.
“Mr. Gee Trudium,
a message from your pilot sir. Your
plane is scheduled to leave at 11am for your London meeting.”
I stiffened and
then shrugged. What the hell I
thought. Some serious, fun fucking was
about to happen. I pushed my breasts
into his face for more and he got into the aggressive move. He sucked and licked my nipples and rolled
them between his fingers.
“Mr. Trudium, Kate
Walters,” I said with a tinge of superiority by way of introduction. I felt him stiffen underneath me, my breasts
practically smothering him.
“God damn it,” he
half-heartedly said and then went back to sucking and lightly biting my
nipples. He cupped my ass and rolled me
onto my back. Guy smiled down at me and
nudged aside my leg with his knee.
“Ms. Walters, I do
believe you are about to get royally fucked,” he said and drove his cock inside
my wet pussy. “Mmm, fucked all night in
my bed,” he groaned and with a little half smile he added, “and then fucked again
in that meeting when I nail a better deal for my company.”
I rocked my hips
back and locked him deep in my pussy, and then thrust hard down on his
cock. “How well do you think after a
hard night of fucking?” I teased. He
hesitated for just a second as he considered it, then he started pumping his
cock in and out.
“I’m sorry, I have
to cancel the meeting, I’ll be too busy fucking a hard-headed ball breaker
tomorrow,” he said as he worked my pussy and flashed a dimpled smile.
“I have to
reschedule, too. My day just got filled
licking cum off your cock.” I wrapped my
legs around his back and pulled him even deeper inside my wet, hot pussy.
