Stranger

The bar was almost empty.  As expected, it was early.  I had eaten, I would have one drink then go to my room, write my report and then spend the rest of the evening reading or watching TV.  I was in a hotel, a good one.  Loaded with facilities but devoid of any character.  A typical business hotel.

After a day's work, I was not usually very sociable, so my routine was almost always the same.  Almost.  Occasionally I would have a woman.  A professional.  Somebody who would provide what I wanted with skill and efficiency.  That was not what I had planned for that evening though, but there she was, sitting alone on a high stool at the far end of the bar.  Usually the bar girls would only appear later.  She was a stunner.  Short blonde hair, slim except in the right places.  She wore a short, pale blue dress with a halter neck, revealing only a circle of bare flesh at the back.  The dress covered everything but hid nothing.  Whatever it was made from hugged her like it had been painted on, every curve was accentuated.  There was certainly no room for underwear beneath it.

On her feet were the obligatory high stillettos, also blue.  She wore pale pink lipstick on lips that were made for sucking cock.  I speculated that she would be a real blonde, her nipples would be pink, as would her other lips.  Her pubic hair would be blonde.  I would have to pay to find out and she would be expensive.

I decided to snap her up before anyone else did.  The barman asked for my order.  I told him, adding that he should offer the lady a refill.  He smiled his approval.  She turned to look at me as he placed the drink before her.  There was no smile, but she moved her handbag from the stool next to her.  I made my approach.  

"Do you have a room?"

She asked.  No preliminarys, straight down to business.  I nodded.  She downed her drink, collected her bag and slipped down from the stool.  I say bag, it was tiny, a clutch bag not a handbag.  Just about big enough for a lipstick, a credit card, a supply of condoms and the wad of my cash that she was about to earn.

The journey to my room was made in silence.  In the room, she asked for the bathroom.  I said;

"Shouldn't we discuss business first."

She looked puzzled.

 "Business?"  She said.  "Oh, you mean…  No, I'm not a whore, all it will cost you is the contents of your balls."

And she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

I stripped naked and slipped into bed.  The aforementioned balls were working overtime, adding to whatever there already was in whatever does store spunk ready for firing.  My cock had been more or less erect since I first saw her, if payment for this transaction was to be in semen, I was going to be generous.

She emerged from the bathroom naked apart from the shoes.  As expected, there were no marks left by tight underwear.  As expected, she was a blonde, Her nipples were pink.  But her pubes were smooth and bald.  Her tits were small, high and firm.  Her mouth made for sucking cock, her body made for fucking.

She pulled the duvet off, revealing my straining erection wrapped in my hand.

"Started without me?"

She said.  She took over the task, her hand small on my swollen appendage.  She wanked it gently, as though learning it.  Very gently, she pulled the foreskin back, revealing my bulging tip, moist with pre cum.  She kissed the tip, then engulfed it.  I groaned in pleasure.  She did not disappoint, she was a natural.  If I was not very careful, I was about to have an accident.  Reluctantly, I pulled her away.

"Are you capable of seconds?"

She said.  Seconds?  I hadn't had firsts yet.  But yes, with her, probably thirds and fourths.  I said so, eliciting a smile, the first I had received.  She resumed her task.  When I came, it was like an erruption, spurt after spurt pulsing into her pretty mouth.  She gulped it down as fast as I pumped it.

When I was drained, she released me, licked her lips and moved up to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself on her lips.  Our first kiss.  Just a peck.  She rolled onto her back, I raised myself on one elbow so that I could admire her model girl body.  What had I done to deserve this?  One knee was raised, her apple tits were self supporting, but her nipples were not erect.  Her fine body undulted like an exquisite landscape, her pale skin had an almost luminescent sheen.  I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.  She didn't return the kiss, but nor did she resist it.  Was I nothing more than a convenient cock?

I smiled at the irony, remembering the number of women who had lain naked in my bed.  They were nothing to me other than a convenient cunt.  Now the tables were turned.  Could I crack her hardness?  Could I make those pretty pink nipples stand erect?  It would be fun to find out.  And I had not exaggerated when I said that I was capable of a repeat, my cock was hard again, I could feel the sap rising.  My turn now, my turn to explore her fine body with fingers, lips and tongue, to return the extraordinary favour she had granted me by taking my cock into her mouth and swallowing my very essence.

I cupped a tit and kissed her again, this time forcing my tongue inside.  This time she responded and we tongue fenced as I caressed her tit.  But still the nipple remained soft.  I kissed the upper slope of the unattended tit, ran my tongue around the nipple and sucked into my mouth.  At last it showed some enthusiasm, stiffening in my mouth.  It's twin followed suit, pushing into the palm of my hand.

Still with my mouth latched onto the other nipple, I relinquished the tit in my hand and let my hand trace a path down over her flat belly to her smooth mound.  She parted her legs to give me access and I gently ran a finger between her lower lips.  She was wet.  Unexpectedly so.  Very wet.  I paddled my fingers in her pool, collecting her juice, and then smeared it onto a nipple and licked it off.

At last there was a response from her, she made a noise somewhere between a moan and a groan.  Encouraged, I kissed and licked my way down her body, heading for the prize.  I kissed all around it, teasing.  She pushed her hips up off the bed.  I opened my mouth wide and enclosed as much of her vulva as I could, pushing my stiffened tongue deep inside.  She gasped in surprise and pleasure, again pushing up to meet me.

She tasted sweet.  Well, not really sweet, but certainly not sour.  That unique, cunt taste.  Earthy, slightly salty, moreish.  I love the taste of cunt, can't get enough of it.  If they served it at the bar, it would be my tipple of choice.  With a cherry in it.  Or perhaps an olive.  On a stick.

I feasted on her, enjoying every drop.  But my feast was interrupted.  Without warning, she suddenly cried out and bucked up from the bed, disconnecting me, thrashing and writhing as a powerfull orgasm racked her.  I could only watch in admiration until the aftershocks subsided.

Her eyes opened and her eyes swam into focus.  She looked up at me and said softly;

"Fuck me."

"Condom?"

I enquired.

"No," she replied.  "Just fuck me."

It was a risk, but one I was happy to take.  I positioned myself between her spread thighs, she seized my throbbing cock with the fingers of both hands and fed it into her entrance.  I did the rest.  I knew that she was wet, both with my saliva and her own copious juices.  As fast as could lap it up, she had produced more.  I pushed inside in a single powerful thrust.  Not roughly, but firmly.   Right up to my aching balls.

She gasped as I filled her.  My body was raised on my arms, one each side of her chest.  I supported the rest of my weight on my knees, just applying enough downward force to remain deep inside her.  I remained still, savouring the heat and the small movements of her cunt, relishing the pulses of my cock replying to her movements, like erotic morse code.  She moved her hips impatiently, indicating her need to be fucked.  I was not going to deny her.

I started slowly, with long, deep strokes, moving from my hips.  Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my back, pulling me into her.

Having already come once, I was able to control the fuck.  I was in no hurry to spend what might be my final reserves, but I gave her what she obviously wanted, fucking fast and hard until she had her second orgasm.  I stopped my movements until her spasms died down.  Her second orgasm was not as powerful as the first, but it was her second in rapid succession.   Not for the first time, I envied a woman's seemingly infinite capacity for orgasm.

I was still bone hard and embedded deep inside her, enjoying the clasps of her cunt as they subsided.  Then, still embedded, I rolled her over so that she was on top and resumed my thrusts.  Now I was able to use my hands to explore her back and her firm arse.  She alternated between sitting up and riding me, and leaning forward so that her now fully erect nipples grazed my chest, kissing me, now with enthusiasm.  I had at last penetrated her shield of indifference.

I could feel my own second orgasm building somewhere behind my balls and sensed that it would be a good one.  But again it had to go on hold as she had her third, squealing in pleasure.  She rolled off, panting and lay by my side.  Her fine tits heaving until her breathing became under control.  Then she turned to me and put her arm round me, snuggling up.

"Did you come?"

She asked softly.  I said that I hadn't.  She reached down and found my still hard cock, wet with her own juice, fondling it,  and said;

"Are you saving it for somebody else?"

I laughed and replied;

"No, it's all for you, but you keep interrupting just as I'm about to start the short strokes."

It was her turn to laugh, she said;

"Don't let that stop you, let it go.  Fuck me from behind this time, and just let rip."

I was more than happy to fuck her from behind, it's one of my favourites.  Come to think of it, they are all my favourites.  She assumed the position, head down, arse up.  Her well fucked cleft gaped invitingly.  Above it, the tight pucker of her other hole.  Dare I?

I didn't want to spoil things, if she wanted anal, she would surely have said so.  I chose the road more travelled, sliding easily into the hole already well reamed and lubricated.  I held her hips as I pumped her, alternating with reaching beneath to cup her tits.  I felt my climax building and realised that this was it, no more edging, she was going to get what she had asked for.

She had not come this time, perhaps doggy was not a good position for her, perhaps not enough clit stimulation.  I wanted her to come, I could blast my load into her as she came.  I reached beneath to the wet junction of cock and cunt, feeling for her clit, finding it easily.  Talk about hair trigger, she came instantly and I suspect that she was not expecting it.  She jerked and squealed, straightening her legs and falling flat onto the bed.

My cock sprang up, slapping my belly them wagging angrily, like a Jack-in-a-box.  I cried out in frustration, another three thrusts and if would have been erupting inside her.  I took myself in hand intending to finish myself off, if I couldnt come in her, I would come on her.  She had other ideas.

"Put it back in!" She squealed.  "Come inside me."

I obliged.  She was flat on the bed, legs spread impossibly wide, cunt gaping.  I fed myself back in and drove back home.  But now I was lying on her and I was probably twice her weight, I would surely crush her.  I rolled onto my side, taking her with me, careful not to uncouple again.  We were now in that most intimate of positions, spoons.  A sex position for lovers, where the man's body cocoons the woman's and the fuck can be gentle and tender or hard and frantic, according to the mood of the participants. 

A few hard thrusts and I was coming.  Five, six powerful spurts, perhaps more.  When there was no more, I held myself deep inside,  still hard.

"I could feel it," she murmured.  "I could feel it shoot."

I fell asleep still wrapped around her.  A tit in each hand and my cock embedded deep inside her cunt, stopping any backflow of my gift.

I woke up needing to pee.  It was getting light, the clock showed 6 a.m.  She was gone.  Alongside the clock was a note scribbled on hotel notepaper;

"Thank you.  X."

I didn't even know her name.