by Evan Harder
Once that was taken care of, we made our way to the hotel parking lot. I parked the car and we headed towards the lobby. Amber took care of her own bags because I had my hands full with the all the alcohol, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t the kind of girl that needed someone to carry her bags. Which was refreshing as hell.
Behind the check-in counter was a blonde in her mid-twenties. According to the tag on her blouse her name was Tiffany. She was stuffed into the hotel chain’s uniform, her hair was pinned up like a businesswoman and she wore very little makeup. But she was definitely attractive. The uniform couldn’t completely hide her ample breasts and her face was cute and plump. And her smile lit up the room.
“Can I help you?” Tiffany said.
“We’re here to check in,” Amber said.
“The name?”
“It’s under Phillips. Amber.”
At the mention of the name, Tiffany glanced up from the computer screen and looked at Amber with a slightly tilted head. Tiffany had a curious look on her face, like she recognized the name. But she didn’t say anything, and after a moment, she returned her gaze to the screen.
After tapping away at the keyboard for a few seconds, she printed out a piece of paper for Amber to sign and made us a couple of keys. Then she gave us directions to the room. But she spoke quickly, as though nervous about something.
And the look on Amber’s face gave a hint that she saw it too, and perhaps even knew what it was about. She offered Tiffany a little half-smile, not threatening, not condescending, but empathetic, as though she understood exactly what Tiffany was going through.
It wasn’t until after Tiffany was done with her spiel and we’d picked up our belongings in preparation for heading up to the room that she said to Amber, “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“I don’t know,” Amber said in a tone that spoke of possibilities. “Maybe.”
“Have you been in here before?” Tiffany asked.
“Nope.”
“Are you from around here?”
“Nope,” Amber replied.
“Where did you grow up?” Tiffany asked.
“Near Los Angeles.”
“Huh,” Tiffany said, obviously deflated. “I don’t know, then. Maybe I don’t know you. But you seem so familiar.”
“Just because you don’t know me doesn’t mean I’m not familiar,” Amber said, her trademarked knowing smile on her lips. Her gaze lingered on Tiffany for another couple of seconds, then she turned and headed towards the elevator.
“What the hell was that all about?” I asked once the elevator doors closed.
“What?” Amber asked, acting innocent.
“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “All that stuff with the girl at the desk.”
“I was just laying the groundwork.”
“The groundwork for what?”
“For a rendezvous later tonight,” Amber said.
“With Tiffany?” I asked
“No, with the maid,” she said, laughing. “Of course with Tiffany. Who else?”
“What makes you think there’s any chance in hell of that happening?” I asked.
“Oh, I guarantee it’ll happen,” Amber said as the elevator came to a stop on our floor. The doors opened and she started down the hall. “It’s just a matter of when.”
Hurrying to catch up with her, I asked, “And what makes you so sure?”
“Because she recognized me,” Amber said. “And only a certain kind of girl would have recognized me.”
“One who watches porn,” I said.
“One who enjoys porn,” Amber said.
“Fair enough,” I said. “But even if you’re right, what makes you think she’ll be willing to come up and hang out?”
“I just know,” Amber said. “Call it a sixth sense. One that’s always right.”
“Always?” I said.
“Always,” she replied. “In fact, not only will she be willing to hang out, she’ll be willing to go a lot further. Join in, as it were.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Yeah right. Now you’re just being silly.”
“I’m totally serious,” Amber said. “And to take it even further, I won’t even have to be the one that initiates the connection. She’ll be calling us.”
“No fucking way,” I said. “You’re just talking crazy now.”
“Am I?” Amber said.
“Yep,” I said. “There’s nothing but insanity coming out of your mouth.”
“Do you want to bet on it?” she asked as we stopped in front of our room.
“Do I want to bet that we’re going to have a threesome with the girl at the front desk and that she’s going to initiate it? Is that what you’re asking me?”
Amber nodded.
“Hell yes I want to make that bet,” I said. “What’s the prize?”
“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the other without any complaints for one hour. That way, even the loser wins.”
“It’s a deal,” I said.
“Then let’s shake on it,” Amber said. So we did.
“You really think this is going to happen, don’t you?” I said as she slid the key into the slot.
“Oh, I know it is,” Amber replied. “I guarantee it.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said. “I truly do.”
“I know you do,” she said, flashing me a smile and walking into the room. Glancing over her shoulder, she added, “But in the meantime, you’ll just have to settle for me.”
#
Our room was a two-bedroom suite, complete with a jacuzzi tub, double-headed shower, multiple couches and lounge chairs, a wrap-around balcony, fully-stocked wet bar and an 60-inch flatscreen.
“Wow,” I said after following her in and taking a look around.
“Not too bad, huh?”
“Do we really need all this space?”
“Need it?” she replied. “No. But by the end of the weekend we may want it.”
“Why?” I asked, partly tongue-in-cheek. “Are we going to have a party or something?”
“I don’t know. Do you want one?”
I shrugged. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“Neither had I,” Amber said. “But we might as well leave open the possibility, don’t you think? No reason to limit what’s possible.”
“I completely agree,” I said.
“I thought you might,” she said, flashing me a wicked smile. “And even if we end up alone the whole time, this way we have lots of different options instead of just a bed in a normal hotel room.”
“Is that the plan? To desecrate every piece of furniture in the suite?”
“Sounds like a good one to me,” she said, pushing me down onto the couch and immediately straddling me. “In fact, I think we should start right here.”
“I’m down with that,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her.
Amber tilted her head slightly to accept my embrace and kissed me back. We made out gently, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, our hands gradually regaining familiarity with the other’s body.
Making out is an underrated form of foreplay, one that is far too often underutilized. Most of the time you’re just in a hurry to get to the nasty stuff, something I’d fallen victim too way too many times, even with Amber. But this time, there was no rush. We had plenty of time to get dirty, so I worked hard to make this first embrace last as long as possible.
Unfortunately my cock had a life of it’s own, and once it got too wound up, it controlled the rest of my body. Especially my hands. The harder my cock got, the more my hands wanted to explore. And at the moment my cock was pushing on the material of my jeans, threatening to poke a hole in them, which meant my hands couldn’t stay still. It wasn’t long before they were lifting Amber’s shirt up over her perfectly-sized, firm, perky tits.
I transferred my mouth to her nipple and started to suck and tickle it with my tongue while she groaned and rode my cock, which was trapped beneath my jeans.<
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Once Amber’s nipple was hard I nibbled on it for a moment, eliciting a sharp gasp from her, then popped it out of my mouth and switched over to the other, giving it the same treatment.
While I worked on Amber’s nipples, her hands were busy on my pants, deftly unzipping my fly and slipping my cock out through the hole in my boxers.
I returned the favor by sliding my hands down under her skirt and sliding them inside her panties to rub her pussy, which was already soaking wet and ready to go.
We began playing with each other simultaneously, Amber jerking me off while I slipped two fingers inside her pussy.
“I can’t wait to get this hard cock inside me,” Amber said, whispering playfully in my ear while she caressed my cock.
“Well you’re going to have to,” I whispered back.
She pulled her head back and gave me a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, first I’m going to play with you,” I said, grabbing her under the arms and lifting her off of me and onto her feet.
“What the hell is this?” she asked with mock sincerity as I climbed to my feet.
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around and marched her over to a full-length mirror attached to the wall. Without a word, I pushed her up against the mirror, facing it, her ass towards me.
Amber locked eyes with me via the mirror. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Not yet,” I said,
“But I want your cock inside me,” she said in a pouty voice.
“And you’ll have it,” I said, dropping to my knees. “Just not quite yet.”
I pulled her skirt up and yanked her panties to the side, freeing up her pretty little freshly-shaved pussy, then dove in, smashing my face against her ass.
“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “If you insist.”
I didn’t reply. I was too busy licking her pussy, running my tongue up the length of it, starting at the bottom and making my way up, putting just enough pressure that she could feel it against her lips but not so much that my tongue entered her.
“Holy fuck you’re good at that,” she said in a breathless rush as she moved her ass against me.
“I learned from the best,” I said, taking a moment to catch my breath before diving back in.
This time I went after her a little more forcefully, making my tongue rigid and sliding it deeper into her pussy and working it around, exploring her insides.
“Oh my god that feels so fucking good,” Amber said. She reached back and spread her asscheeks, giving me deeper access. “That’s right,” she said. “There you go. Fuck that dirty little snatch with your tongue. Give it to me good.”
She released one of her asscheeks and used her free hand to grab the back of my head and hold it against her, smothering me with her flesh.
There was enough air to breathe, but barely. My entire world consisted of Amber—her smells filling my lungs, permeating my pores.
Eventually she released me. I had no idea how long I was pressed against her flesh and to be honest, I didn’t really care. I loved every second of it. But now it was time to giver her what she wanted.
I stood up and pressed my body against hers. My cock was still stiff; harder than ever, in fact. Eating pussy turned me on just as much as getting blown. I was weird like that.
“I want you inside of me,” Amber said.
“All in good time,” I replied. “We’re in no hurry. I want to mess with you some more.”
“Real quick?” she asked, turning her head up and back so she could look directly at my eyes without the help of the mirror. “Please?”
I tilted my head and gave her a look of concern, pretending like I wasn’t going to honor her request. In reality I just wanted to hear her beg for me to fuck her some more. “I don’t know . . .” I said, trailing off.
“Come on,” she said, her voice full of need. “Just for a couple of seconds. I want to suck my juices off your cock.”
“Well, in that case, I guess I can give you what you want,” I said.
Amber smiled and clapped her hands together.
“And only if I can take you from behind,” I said.
“Whatever you like,” she replied.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her so she was facing the mirror straight on. I didn’t have to tell her what I wanted. Amber knew.
I released my hold on her hair and shifted slightly, giving myself a better angle as she licked the mirror then began kissing it, creating the illusion that she was making out with her twin. Her lipstick left marks on the mirror and it fogged up just a little bit from her breath, discounting the illusion somewhat, but it was still hot as hell.
I slapped Amber’s ass again, causing her flinch and moan. She caught my eyes in the mirror and used them to beg me to fuck her.
So I obliged, stepping in closer to her and spreading her legs. I grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her ass a couple of times, then slipped it into her waiting pussy.
Amber gasped slightly and bit down on her bottom lip as my cock slid effortlessly into her. Pressing my body up against hers, I wrapped my arm around her neck and held her in place while I worked my cock in and out of her pussy while her ass grinded against me.
It felt so good that it was difficult to stop, but I forced myself to, much to Amber’s chagrin, which was reflected by the sound of disappointment coming from her mouth. Apparently she’d thought once I stuck my cock into her it would be impossible for me to pull it back out. And at one time she would have been absolutely right. But not any longer. Thanks to her, in fact.
“Just a little bit longer,” she said, catching my eyes in the mirror.
I shook my head.
“Why not?” she asked, pushing her ass up against my cock, pressing it into my stomach. “Doesn’t it feel good to have your cock inside me?”
“It feels great,” I said. “But you said it yourself earlier; just a couple of seconds of fucking. Besides, I only agreed to this because you said you wanted to suck your juices off my cock.”
“And I do,” Amber said. “But I want it nice and coated first. Just a couple more seconds should do the trick. Please?”
“Fine,” I said in mock annoyance. “I’ll stick it in you again. But don’t say I never give you what you want.”
“You always give me what I want,” she said. “That’s why I adore you do much.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said feigning irritation. “But one of these days I’m actually going to stand up to you.”
Amber reached down and grabbed ahold of my cock. “Feels like you’re standing up right now,” she said as she guided my cock into her pussy. “Yep, you’re standing up real tall.”
Without warning, she backed her ass into me with enough force to almost knock me over. I grabbed ahold of her shoulders for balance as she slammed back into me three, four, five times, before pulling off and spinning around and dropping to her knees in front of me.
Smiling up at me, she took my cock in her mouth and worked just the tip with her lips for a few seconds before swallowing more of my cock, a little bit at a time, cleaning her juices off it without getting her hands involved at all.
Amber bobbed her head back and forth, taking my cock further down every time, until she had made it disappear completely. Still looking up at me, Amber deepthroated me for a good five seconds before pulling her head back.
“I love the taste of my pussy,” she said after taking a moment to catch her breath. “Especially when I’m licking my juices off your cock.”
I laughed under my breath and shook my head, marveling at just how lucky of a bastard I was to have ever crossed paths with Amber.
“You like when I talk dirty, don’t you?” she asked, keeping a firm hold on my cock as she stood up.
“That’s an understatement,” I said.
She pressed her body against mine and leaned in to whisper in my ear while gently jerking me off.
; “What about when I tell you what I’m going to do to you?” she said softly, seductively, her tits pushing up against my chest. “Do you like that too?”
“Yes,” I managed to croak out.
“I thought so,” Amber said, her lips practically touching my ear. “So here’s what’s going to happen. First I’m going to lead you over to the bed. Then I’m going to lie you down on your back. After sucking your cock for a little while, I’m going to climb atop you and ride you until you’re ready to cum.”
I literally shivered with excitement, not only in anticipation of what was to come, but also from hearing Amber so shamelessly and explicitly telling me about it. Just hearing the words coming out of her mouth was enough to make me want to blow my load.
“But when you’re ready to cum,” Amber said, “I want you to tell me, so I can finish you off with my mouth and force you to blow your load all over my face.”
I gulped hard and took a deep breath, trying in vain to maintain my cool.
Amber saw me struggling and flashed me a little smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and was loving every second of it. Just as I was.
“Does that sound good?” she asked.
I nodded my head. I couldn’t have spoken if I’d wanted to.
“Then come on and let’s get started,” Amber said, keeping a firm hold on my rock hard cock as she turned her body. She walked towards the bed, leading me along behind her by my cock.
Once we came to the bed, she spun me so my back was facing it then gave me a little push on the shoulders. I fell onto the bed, my back to the covers and my eyes to the ceiling, then scooted back a bit until I was situated in the center of the mattress.
Amber climbed onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees up to me, spreading my legs as she moved forward, stopping once her head was hovering just above my cock, which was sticking straight-up of it’s own accord, without any help whatsoever.
“A little excited, are we?” Amber asked, sporting a wry smile.
“Just a bit,” I said, returning her grin.
“Well, let’s see what we can do about that,” she said, grabbing the base of my cock. She smacked it against her cheek a couple of times and then wrapped her lips around the tip.
