I did as he asked, pushed my middle finger as far up my cunt as I could. My God I was wet! I offered him the finger. He sucked it clean.

"More."

He demanded. He was going to be a good one.

I was on one of my regular hotel pickup missions. He didn't know it, but he was was second of the evening. The first had shown promise, but had not lived up to it. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am and goodnight. One of those fucks that you wish could could press the delete button on. It was still fairly early, I would try again.

I was on the point of going home to my own lonely bed and making up for my loss in the usual way. With my fingers. Then this one wandered in. The high-stool whores had all been claimed. As is my habit, I was sitting alone at a table. He scanned the bar, caught me looking and smiled. I returned the smile and crossed my legs, letting my skirt ride up enough to reveal my stocking tops. He picked up his drink and came over.

"Good evening," he said. " Mind if I join you?"

He sat.

"Are you here on business?"

He continued.

"No," I replied. "Pleasure. Purely for pleasure. And it's getting late."

We stood side by side, not speaking, not touching, waiting for the lift. Nor did we touch in the lift. In his room, he took me in his arms and kissed me. It was a lovers kiss, not a 'quick, get your knickers off' kiss. Only the pressure of a rigid column of flesh against my belly betrayed his passion. The wet gusset of my knickers betrayed mine, but he was not aware of that. Yet.

We broke the kiss, he removed his jacket and I slipped out of my dress to reveal my new sexy underwear. We kissed again, this time he pushed me back against the side of the bed and I fell across it. He knelt at the side of the bed, spread my legs, pressed his face against my crutch and inhaled, sniffing me like a dog. It was unbelievably erotic, completely animal.

Then he opened his mouth wide, placed it over the entire of my crutch and gently breathed his hot breath into my moist gash, inflating it like a balloon. I cried out in surprise, what an amazing sensation, truly a blow job.

He sucked me off like this, through the filmy mesh of my knickers. I could feel every kiss, every nibble, every stroke of his skilful tongue. He was unable to penetrate me with his tongue, but I did not need it. The pressure on my clit, combined with the mind blowing thought of being orally serviced while still clothed, brought me off very quickly.

After finishing me off so deliciously, he stood and removed his shirt and pants. His erection strained against the front of his tight hipster shorts. I lifted my backside up off the bed and removed my soaking wet knickers. He went to remove his shorts, but then stopped and walked around to the other side of the bed.

"Curtains."

He explained.

I looked past him and said;

"We're on the twenty-fifth floor, who's going to see?

He shrugged. He pulled his shorts down, revealing his quivering erection. A nice one, not too big, not too small. A goldilocks cock. I licked my lips at the thought of it sliding into my mouth. But he knelt again, this time at my head end and kissed my other mouth, then moved to my tits, sucking hard on each nipple before returning his lips to mine. Against my lips, he said quietly;

"Touch yourself. Let me taste you on your fingers."

I did as he asked and pushed my middle finger as far up my cunt as I could. My God I was wet! I offered him the finger. He sucked it clean.

"More."

He demanded. I gave him more, two fingers this time.

"More."

This time I wiped my fingers across my own lips, he kissed them clean with his own. I coated one stiff nipple, then the other. He cleaned each, lovingly. Again and again I harvested my own juice. Each time, I allowed my fingers to stay longer. Stop go masturbation. The bastard had brought me here to fuck me, but was making me wank myself off!

I denied him his gustatory pleasure and used both hands to finish myself. It didn't take long. I came powerfully, gasping and jerking. No longer could he taste my essence, but I was sure that he could smell it, hear and see the culmination of our joint enterprise. When I had regained enough breath to be able to speak, I begged;

"Fuck me, please."

Instead he kissed and licked his way down my super-sensitive body moved slowly down my body, from one mouth to the other until his own mouth was at last on my cock hungry cunt. His straining cock hovered above my mouth. I reached up and took it into my mouth, sucking him deep.

 He sucked, I sucked. Very soon, too soon, I sensed that his own climax was close. My next one was some way off, but I had had two already. This was for him. I held on tightly to his shaft to prevent his escape and sucked hard. His thick spunk erupted into the back of my throat, spurt after powerful spurt jetting into my mouth. I gulped it down.

And that was just starters.