After buying the red dress that fit like a second skin, I slipped into the nearest cafe, avoiding anyone's gaze, and ducked into the bathroom. My fingers trembled as I peeled off my shirt, shorts, and bra, leaving me standing there in just a black thong and heels. Every noise outside the door—a cough, a shuffle—made me jump. I shoved my clothes into the shopping bag and yanked off the price tag, barely taking a second to breathe before sliding the dress over my body.

It clung perfectly, almost indecently, and I couldn't stop staring for a second too long in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my lipstick a little too bold, but I couldn't fix it without making it worse. I smoothed the fabric, adjusted the straps, and stepped out of the bathroom, my chest tight as I rushed out of the cafe faster than I'd come in, praying no one noticed me.

My heart pounded so hard as I walked into the hotel lobby it felt like everyone in the lobby could hear it. The receptionist barely glanced up, but I could feel her presence like a spotlight on me. My dress felt too tight, my lipstick too red, my smoky eyes too bold, all screaming for attention I didn't want. I kept my head down, hoping—praying—she wouldn't stop me, wouldn't ask who I was or why I was here.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her talking to a guest at the desk. Busy, distracted. Thank God! I walked quickly but not too fast, forcing myself to stay calm despite my weak legs. The elevators were too far away; every step felt like I was wading through quicksand. When I finally got to them, my hands shook as I pressed the button.

The third floor. His floor.

The ride up was agonizingly slow. My reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at me, lips slightly parted, chest heaving. When the doors finally opened, I stepped into the quiet hallway, the silence amplifying my nerves.

The numbers on the doors blurred together as I walked, my palms damp. When I reached his suite, I froze. My heart felt like it might stop altogether. I looked down the corridor, which was empty, before knocking. Three times. Just like he'd told me.

The door opened, and his eyes swept over me in a slow, thorough way that caused heat to rise on my cheeks. He stood there in nothing more than a plush bathrobe, loosely tied, the fabric parting like a secret whispered in the dark, revealing the curve of his chest and a faint trail of dark hair that drew my gaze, a magnetic pull toward the inevitable.

"Delicious," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, making my pulse quicken. "Come in."

I stepped inside, my heart pounding louder than the soft click of the door closing behind me. The air between us felt heavy, charged. He wasted no time, swiftly unwinding his robe, his half-erect cock staring boldly at me. His body was fit but not overly muscular, just the kind of build that came naturally. When he turned toward the bed, my eyes were drawn to the firm, rounded shape of his buttocks, shifting subtly with each casual stride.

He turned to face me, his eyes darting to the envelope on the nightstand before locking onto mine. "You said five hundred for the night?"

"Yes," I managed, despite my tight throat.

A slow, almost predatory grin spread across his face. "You can count it," he said, nodding toward the envelope.

Part of me wanted to check, but I resisted. Counting the money right now would be too clinical and transactional, killing the mood.

"It's all there. But you sell yourself short, you know," he added with a smirk. "Women nowhere near as beautiful as you charge that amount for just an hour."

I knew he was right. Later, when I browsed escort ads, I saw how much others charged. But at the bar yesterday, I just went along with it. The question about my fee had thrown me completely off guard. I blurted out the first number that came to mind.

"Maybe," he said, his voice dipping into a slow, teasing drawl. "Maybe I'll give you a tip if you really impress me."

His gaze was intense, holding mine as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking slightly beneath his weight.

"Lose the clothes."

I drew in a deep breath, my fingers moving slowly to the zipper at my back. The dress slipped down, the straps sliding from my shoulders like a whisper, until it gathered in a silken pool at my feet. Standing there in my lingerie, the cool air pricked my skin with goosebumps, but the smoldering warmth rising inside me spread irresistibly as his gaze swept over me.

"All of it," he demanded, his hand moving with lustful hunger as he gripped his rock-hard shaft, stroking its length several times, his eyes locked on mine in a hypnotizing trance.

My fingers, a little shaky, unhooked my bra, exposing my perky breasts with their pebble-like nipples, the tips already puckered and aching for attention. I let my hands drift down my stomach, feeling the damp heat between my thighs intensify with every second.

Hooking my fingers into the thin waistband of my thong, I paused, a breath catching in my chest, then slowly began to slide them down my legs, exposing my shaved pussy, already glistening with a sheen of need, offering myself up completely under his burning gaze. He paid for this. My body was his to use as he pleased, and the knowledge only fueled the fire in my belly.

"Get your slutty ass over here," he murmured, "and let me see what you've got to offer as a dirty little whore."

A subconscious rebellion flared within me. I'm not... The words hovered on my lips, but I swallowed them before they could escape.

He was right. I had shamelessly offered myself to be his whore for the night. The cold truth settled deep, but instead of extinguishing the heat inside me, it only seemed to fan the flames, leaving me both unnerved and exhilarated.

He reached over to the nightstand, pulling a condom from the drawer. The foil packet glinted under the soft lamplight as he held it out to me, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Make it interesting."

I stepped toward him and sank to my knees on the plush carpet, taking the condom from his hand. Instead of using my fingers, I raised it to my lips, letting my teeth catch the foil. The quiet rip of the packet broke the tension-filled silence.

As I drew the tip of the condom into my mouth, the artificial strawberry flavor exploded on my tongue, a fake, synthetic sweetness that I didn't like. I moved slowly, my lips gliding over the sensitive head of his cock, gradually rolling the condom down his shaft. My mouth a tight, warm sheath around the thin latex, careful not to scrape it with my teeth.

His gaze was fixed on me, taking in every detail as his cock slid into my mouth. As I tried to take it all in, his shaft swelled and pulsed with desire. Tears welled up in my eyes as I fought the urge to choke, my saliva pouring down his length, coating him in thick, slick wetness.

My gag reflex kicked in as he penetrated deeper, hitting the back of my throat, and I couldn't breathe. His fingers tangled in my hair, pushing me further down until the condom was fully unrolled and my lips pressed firmly against the base.

"You filthy whore," he growled, his hips thrusting violently while gripping my hair. Saliva poured down my chin as I struggled to keep up with his pace, my throat tightening around him.

"Now ride me like a horny little slut," he said, letting go of my hair and guiding me to his lap.

I straddled his hips, feeling the throbbing heat of his engorged member pressing against my puffy folds. Gripping his shoulders tightly for support, I sank down onto his stiff length, taking every inch. My lips parted in a throaty moan as I savored being fully impaled by his thick cock, and the pulsating joy button between my legs eagerly ground against his pelvic bone.The friction set off a fire that made me moan uncontrollably.

What a bad, bad girl... A fleeting awareness that I should feel guilt flashed through my mind. I'm so bad for enjoying this, for wanting this, but it feels so fucking good.

My hips moved slowly up and down, each thrust a deliberate invasion, his cock filling me, every inch a delicious stretch. My core tightened around him, milking his length with each deep plunge.

I wanted more, so I increased the tempo. Faster, harder. My hips slammed down on his cock as I rode him, my head thrown back, my moans turning to guttural whimpers.

His hands greedily groped my small tits, his fingers kneading the sensitive flesh. My legs began to tremble as he relentlessly pinched and pulled at my nipples, the pleasure turning sharp, almost painful. It felt so intense, so exhilarating.

"Please…" I begged.

He chuckled. "My whore wants to cum?"

"Yes," I whispered.

Insatiable lust clawed at me like a ravenous beast that had been caged for too long and was now tearing free with a desperate, primal hunger. Every nerve ending in my body fired up, demanding more of him, all of him, right now.

"Please…"

"Cum, and show me how much you love being my slut."

His thick shaft rammed into my slick, dripping cunt, and my mind shattered into a million pieces, leaving only a raw, wailing need. The orgasm ripped through me like a lightning strike, electrifying every inch of my body in an unstoppable surge.

My grip on him tightened, my hips bucking instinctively, surrendering to the storm that overwhelmed me. Reality blurred and shattered, my thoughts scattering like sparks, leaving nothing but the blinding intensity of pleasure pulsating through me.

My entire body buzzed with the aftereffects of my intense orgasm. His rough hands were locked on my hips as he studied the flush on my cheeks.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You look so fucking hot."

He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that my pleasure had been real; every moan and shudder of my body was a trophy he'd earned. And he loved it.

"Now get your tight little ass off me."

The command was curt, slicing through the haze, and I scrambled off him, my legs unsteady beneath me. His eyes followed my every move as I reached down and peeled the condom off. My breath hitched when I realized he was still fully erect, his desire barely restrained. There was no sperm at the tip; he hadn't even finished.

"You didn't cum?" I asked in a hesitant whisper.

"Not yet."

He reached out, his fingers digging cruelly into my jaw, forcing my gaze to meet his. "I want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours. Unprotected. Be a good little whore and open wide for me."

This wasn't a request; it was an order.

Still feeling the heat pulsing between my legs, I lowered myself between his thighs, my knees sinking into the plush carpet. I reached for him, my fingers circling around the base of his shaft, feeling the thick, engorged veins pulsing beneath my touch.

A low groan rumbled up from his chest as I began to lick the purple, swollen head of his cock, my tongue tracing along the sensitive ridge. My lips wrapped tightly around him as I sucked him deeper into my warmth. The taste of him, a sharp, musky tang, filled my mouth as precum leaked out.

His hand gripped my hair tightly, forcing me down as he rammed his rigid thickness deeper into my mouth. The intense force made me violently gag and choke, with his shaft coated in my spit that I couldn't swallow.

"What a dirty little whore," he sneered, "playing the innocent act but secretly craving a thick cock down your throat. Admit it."

He didn't need my response. Not that I could give him one with his cock throbbing in my throat. All he wanted was to assert his dominance and make me fully aware of his power over me.

As he fucked my mouth, I pushed past the burn in my throat and the ache in my jaw, taking him as deep as I could. His groans became louder, his hips bucking against me, his cock swelling, until he exploded with a guttural groan, his hot, thick load filling my mouth.

The force of his release was wild and consuming, and knowing I had brought him to that edge was an intoxicating rush. It was more than just power—it was a dark, addictive pull.

I swallowed, the acrid, overpowering taste of him clinging to my tongue. The sperm kept flowing, coating the back of my throat, and I struggled to keep up with swallowing it all with his shaft still buried deep in my mouth.

He pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"That was amazing, babe," he said, his voice warm. He tilted my chin up, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before pulling away with a teasing smirk. "How about we get dressed and grab dinner? Well, after you clean the saliva and cum off your chin—and chest."

"Sure, honey," I giggled. "My treat. I just earned an easy five hundred."

"Easy, huh?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Along the way, we'll stop by reception and get you registered to the room. You know, so they don't mistake you for a call girl. Though, with how hot you are, you'd probably be in high demand."

"You're such a jackass," I shot back, rolling my eyes at my boyfriend but unable to hide the grin tugging at my lips.

Standing up, I wiped my chin with the back of my hand before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Good thing you love me anyway," he murmured against my mouth.

I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. "Tomorrow, we can roleplay nurse and patient. Maybe then you'll learn to behave."

THE END

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