She's everything my wife isn't.
Flirtatious.
Unpredictable.
Domineering.
Wearing nothing but knee-high black PVC boots that shine in the hotel lamplight, our eyes lock across the now crumpled bed sheets, her pretty celestial nose and full cheekbones framed by waves of scarlet hair that dust her heaving chest.
We sit opposite one another on the bed and I swallow as she swishes the tresses. Her tits sway with the tiniest bounce, so firm and perky I want to bite her nipples and hear her scream again. Like she did when those swirling hips were glued to my mouth with her syrupy come minutes earlier, crushing me to the mattress.
Being owned was such a rush. Arms pinned to the bed with her knees, she ground against my tongue, lips and teeth to bring herself to a thundering orgasm, wisps of pubic hair tickling my chin as my stubble scuffed her slick folds.
She was unrelenting and I loved every second of being used, starved of oxygen as her needy clit mashed against my nose in tight circles. She took what she desired, little thought for anything but her own pleasure, shrieks echoing off walls bearing nondescript watercolours from sell-out contemporary artists. I'd basked in her wanton display, my steel unattended and aching behind her spiralling hips.
I can still smell her on me. Still electrified, raging hard. My shirt's unbuttoned, necktie binding my wrists behind my back, legs spread, the insteps of her boots encircling my shiny cock protruding from unzipped trousers. A chill runs through me, knowing she can do anything – anything at all – and I'll take it.
Leaning back on her elbows, leather soles grip my cockhead and roll it around, squeezing to release a bubble of pre-cum that she watches ooze from the tip to dribble down the veined shaft. She approves, I can tell. Her mouth opens, eyes alive, and the boots slither to clamp my straining erection between her ankles.
She slips the man-made material up and down in smooth, languid strokes that she knows tease… just not enough to take me over the edge. No, she wants me out of my mind. Begging for release as I try to steal touches that she denies.
I fucking love it.
I watch one fingertip trail to loop a nipple and flick the cerise cap before it continues up, coming to rest between her pretty lips. She sucks, then traces the wet pad all the way down to between her legs, halting above her proud clit.
"Do you want more of this?"
I nod, fast and eager.
"Wanna feel your cock pounding into my tight pussy as you squeeze my little tits?"
Swelling between her PVC cocoon, I nod again.
Her twisted smile is laced with greed. "Want this red hair to caress your hardness? Tease you before my tongue follows? Fluttering. Lowering until your fat tip enters my warm, wet mouth." She mirrors the narrative with her boots again, squeezing my cockhead. "I wanna hear your breath catch. Gonna take everything. Gag as I let you pick up speed and fuck my tight throat."