by R. R. Banks
“I have all of your CD's,” she says. “Your solo work, and your work with FUBAR.”
I let out a long breath. “Please don't tell me it was the soundtrack to your youth,” I say. “I feel old enough as it is.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You sure don't look old,” she coos. “But, I bet I can think of a few ways to make you feel young again.”
Her eyes travel up and down my body, a wicked smile on her lips.
She's gorgeous and obviously looking for a good time. Something I'm more than happy to give her.
“And what might those ways be, love?”
An electric jolt surges through my body as Tori steps close to me, blocking us from view, and runs her hand up my thigh. A low groan escapes my throat as Tori leans forward and plants a hard but chaste kiss upon my lips.
“Well, the first thing we're going to have to do,” she says, her breath warm against my cheek, “is relieve you of some of this – tension.”
“I was just thinking that,” I say. “I was thinking that very thing.”
She reaches into her purse and fishes out a keycard. Setting it down on the bar, she looks at me with that gleam in her eye and slides the tip of her tongue around her lips suggestively.
“I'm staying at the Golden Bay,” she says. “Room 326.”
I scoop up the keycard and slip it into my jacket pocket. “Got it,” I say. “I just need to finish a few things up here. I'll meet you there when I'm done.”
“I can't wait,” she says and plants another kiss on my lips.
“Better brace yourself, love,” I say. “I have a lot of tension that needs working out.”
She turns, and I watch her walk away. I look over at Rudy who smiles and gives me a thumbs-up. I raise my beer to him and smile in return.
Yeah, tonight's going to be a good night.
~ooo000ooo~
I walk through the lobby of the Golden Bay Hotel and head for the elevator. It's a nice, upscale little place that caters to a more affluent clientele. The décor is tasteful and understated, but very charming all the same. Personally, I like places like this – places that aren't ostentatious or exceedingly gaudy.
When I was just starting out and getting my first taste of money, I was the type to go out and buy stupid shit like a gold-plated toilet just because I could. In fact, I bought a lot of useless crap just because I had money to burn. I remember once I bought a goddamn alpaca. To this day, I don't know how or why, but I woke up after a bender and found a fucking alpaca cruising around my place.
Yeah, our manager wasn't super pleased with having to return it.
I like to think at the ripe old age of thirty-eight, however, that I've developed a bit of taste and class I didn't have back then. Or, maybe I've just learned to not be such a pretentious dick. Either way, I’m much more low-key about everything, even though I've got more money today than I did then.
I take the elevator up to the third floor, tapping the keycard against the palm of my hand. My blood is flowing and I'm already hard with anticipation. I can’t wait to get my hands – among various other body parts – on that sweet piece of ass.
The doors chime and slide open and I follow the signs down to Room 362, desire rising within me with each step. Clearing my throat, I breathe into my hand and smell my breath. Beer. But hell, what can I do about it now?
I slip the keycard into the lock and turn the handle. Nothing. I look down at the electronic lock and notice the light is still red. I slip the keycard in again, but the door remains locked.
“What the hell?”
I try it one last time and get the same result – nothing. Slipping the keycard back into my pocket, I knock on the door, take a step back, and wait. And when the door opens, I'm hit by a wave of surprise.
“Uhh… hi,” I say.
A woman, who is most definitely not Tori, stands there looking at me, her eyes wide, a look of uncertainty on her face. With raven black hair that falls to her shoulders, large doe-eyes darker than the midnight sky, and skin as fair and cool as newly fallen snow, she's simply breathtaking.
“Hi,” she says, a nervous tremor in her voice.
We stand there staring at each other for a moment and I see a faint glimmer of recognition in her eyes as she attempts to place me. It passes quickly though, and she gives her head a small shake. I'm caught flat-footed and my usual witty banter seems to have left the building. This – or rather, she – isn't what I was expecting. But, as my eyes roam her body, I feel my groin tighten.
“Get in here,” she says. “Hurry up. Before I change my mind.”
“Change your mind?”
“Before I come to my senses,” she snaps. “Now, hurry up and get in here.”
She turns away from the door, allowing it to swing open behind her. More than a little curious, I catch the door and step inside, closing it quietly behind me. I watch her walk to the far end of the room, her hands on her hips, her gaze focused on the window of the room – to the shining lights on the Golden Gate Bridge beyond.
She's standing with her back to me, staring out at the night beyond the window, arms crossed over her chest. Fortunately for me, this gives me a perfect view of that tight little ass that I'm dying to put my hands on. She nods her head, muttering under her breath as if she's having a heated internal debate with herself, or giving herself a pep-talk, like she was trying to convince herself of something.
In a black pencil skirt, heels, and a white button-down blouse, she reminds me of one of those professional career-women who usually frequent the Orchid. I've been playing there pretty regularly for a year and a half or so now, and I've seen plenty of women who look like her come through. I've shared a bed with a fair share of them too.
And it's usually a hell of a ride.
This one though – I can tell that something about her is different. She's slightly familiar, which means I've probably seen her in passing at the Orchid. She's definitely a career-woman, not a groupie. She let me into her room like she was expecting me though – and I have a feeling she has no idea who I am. Which only makes me even more curious.
Her posture radiates tension and nervousness. And when she finally turns back to me, I can see the conflict in her eyes. The uncertainty on her face. But there’s something else in her eyes. Something deeper. It's faint, but it's there – the light of desire. Of need and yearning.
“So – how do we do this?” she asks. “I mean, shouldn't you be taking your clothes off or something?”
“Did you want me to take my clothes off?” I ask.
“That's kind of the point of all this, isn't it?”
She's trying to make her voice firm and commanding, but I can hear the underlying current of fear. She bites her bottom lip nervously while looking over at me. Although she's sexy and sultry, she also gives off an air of innocence and naivete. Which only makes her more erotic, in my book.
As she stares at me with those big, dark, doe-eyes, I finally figure out what's going on. I’m pretty sure she thinks I'm a male escort – and that I'm here to service her.
Hot. Very hot. I'm into it.
I try, but can't keep the smile from spreading across my face – nor my cock from stiffening in my pants. If she really thinks I'm an escort here to bang her, I'm most definitely not going to disappoint her. I'm certainly never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I just want to make sure we're on the same page first.
“My name is –”
She quickly throws up her hand. “No names,” she says. “I don't want to know, and I don't want you to know mine. I'll just call you – Andy. Whatever.”
“Okay,” I say slowly. “And in that case, I'll call you – Misty.”
“Fine, whatever,” she snaps, but I can see through her false bravado.
“So – Misty,” I say. “What do you want to do here tonight?”
The apprehension in her face deepens as she looks at me. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, so she closes it again. I close
the distance between us and loom over her. She's tiny, no more than five-foot-four, but has full breasts, and a sexier than hell hourglass figure. She has a body exquisitely built for sex.
I stare down into the depths of her dark eyes. “You want to get fucked tonight, don't you, love?”
She hesitates for a moment but slowly and haltingly, but she nods.
“Tell me,” I say.
“T - tell you what?”
I lift her chin and force her to look me in the eye. I hold her gaze for a long moment and when I speak, my voice is low. Firm. Commanding.
“Tell me,” I say. “Say it.”
“I – I want to get f - fucked,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Good,” I say. “Good girl.”
Chapter Five
I press her small body against the wall, pinning her with mine, our mouths locked together in a frantic kiss. Our tongues swirl and dance together in her mouth as she runs her hands through my hair, pulling hard. I grind my body against hers, pushing her harder into the wall. I let her feel my cock, straining against my jeans, pressing against her belly.
Her breathing is ragged, and when she pulls back, her eyes are filled with the rawest desire I've ever seen in a woman.
My cock is already stiff and yearning for release, but I'm not ready to fuck her yet. I want to take my time. I want to enjoy every second I have with her. It's not every day you get an unexpected treat like this. I'm sure Tori would have been a terrific lay, but having this sexy, sultry woman drop into my lap the way she did is like getting served a filet mignon when you'd ordered a hamburger.
I take her hands and pin them to the wall above her head, holding her small, delicate wrists tightly in place with just one hand. Never taking my eyes off hers, I glide my second hand down her body, trailing my fingertips over her breasts, circling her taut nipples, before sliding lower.
She draws in a sharp breath as I slide my hand up her skirt, letting my fingers trail along her sheer, silky stockings. When I touch the soft skin of her thigh above the stockings, a soft, mewling sound drifts from her mouth. I feel the shuddering in her body and hear the quickening of her breath.
When I touch her through her panties, her eyes widen, and she bites her bottom lip so hard I fear she'll draw blood. She’s already absolutely soaked. Fuck yes. With her hands still pinned to the wall above her head, I rub her pussy through her drenched panties, making her whine and squirm beneath me.
There is still fear in her eyes and her body is tense. I want her to relax. I want her to enjoy this as much as I know I'm going to. I slip her panties to the side and run my fingers along her wet, swollen lips. “Misty” moans softly, her body growing rigid, and she quickly looks away from me.
“Look at me Misty,” I say.
She looks up and meets my gaze, those big doe-eyes filled with a mix between pure animalistic lust and outright terror. I circle her clit with my finger and her breath catches in her throat. This woman is so sweet. So innocent.
So absolutely fucking delicious.
“I – I've never done this before,” she says.
It's an unprompted statement that makes me curious. I tease her clit some more and stroke her lips, feeling her growing even hotter and wetter for me.
“Never done what before, love?” I ask. “Hired an escort?”
She shakes her head. “That either.”
I tilt my head and look at her, not sure what she means. When it hits me, I can’t help but stare at her dumbfounded.
“You've never had sex before?” I ask.
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, her eyes growing almost comically wide. Suddenly, her fear and apprehension make perfect sense. She's a virgin. Completely untouched.
Damn. And it's not even my birthday.
“I'm going to ask you this once, love,” I say. “Do you want me to stop? Would you rather not do this?”
She looks at me and I'm half-convinced she's going to have second thoughts and back out of it. Which would be a shame, of course. At the same time, I don't want her waking up later with doubts or shame about what happened here. I would never want her to feel like she had been taken advantage of. Regret is a bitch.
So, I'll offer her an out.
She hesitates but much to my surprise, shakes her head. “No,” she says. “I – I want to do this.”
“Good,” I say, feeling a predatory little grin upon my lips.
“Misty's” eyes grow wide and she gasps loudly when I push a finger deep into her dripping wet pussy. She struggles to move her hands, but I keep them pinned hard to the wall above her head. I gradually pick up speed until I’m pumping my finger into her pussy as hard as she can take it. She's so wet, my finger slides in and out easily enough, but she's so fucking tight, there's barely room for more.
She's groaning and trying to pull her hands free, but I refuse to let her go. I keep her pinned to the wall as I thrust my finger inside of her and use another to rub her sensitive clit. Her groans grow louder and more persistent as her body tightens. The muscles inside of her grip my finger as I drive it into her again and again.
“Oh God!” she screams.
She struggles hard against my grip, her entire body trembling as she cries out. I feel her pussy throbbing, my cock growing even stiffer as I listen to her ragged breathing as her orgasm crashes down hard over her.
Slowly, I feel her body begin to relax. Her breathing slows and begins to drop back down to normal. “Misty” looks up at me, her cheeks flushed, sweat dotting her brow, but that light of lust in those dark, soulful eyes seems to be burning even brighter than before.
“T - that was amazing,” she says.
I withdraw my finger from her pussy and hold it up, relishing the way it glistens with her juices. I slip my finger into my mouth and taste her sweet nectar. All the while, her eyes are riveted to me, watching my every move.
I finally let go of her hands and she immediately starts trying to work on my belt. I push her hands away and she looks up at me, confusion in her eyes.
“On your knees,” I say.
She hesitates for a brief moment, but then quickly obeys my command, falling to her knees. I stare down into those big, sultry eyes of hers, and feel my cock strain against my jeans. My cock is begging for release and is so hard, it almost hurts.
“Misty” is looking up at me, a thick air of anticipation hanging between us. She's staring in my face as if waiting for her next command. She is so fucking sexy, and I want her so badly – my craving is intense and soaring higher. Pretty soon I’m going to start having a hard time not blowing my load in my pants.
“Tell me you want to suck my cock,” I say.
“I – I do,” she says meekly.
“I want to hear you say it,” I say, my voice low and firm.
Color flares in her cheeks and she suddenly looks shy and awkward – which only adds to that sweet, innocent girl appeal she’s got going on. What makes it even sexier is that she doesn't know she's got it.
“I – I –” she cuts herself off, her cheeks bright red. “I can't say it.”
“Say it,” I say, my voice even firmer. “Now. I want to hear you say it.”
She clenches her jaw and narrows her eyes. She seems to be trying to find the strength to step outside of her comfort zone and give in to the moment. I don't know what pushed her to the point she's at – a virgin hiring an escort – but I'm impressed that she's going through with it. Being the good girl I'm pretty sure she is, I doubt it can be easy. I have to commend “Misty” for doing something so obviously out of character for her.
But, that doesn't mean I'm going to pull any punches with her, either.
“Say it,” I command.
“I – I want to suck your cock.”
Hearing those words tumble from such a beautiful and innocent mouth is the most amazing music to my fucking ears. This girl is a goddamn unicorn. A rarity among the women I've met and had some fun with. Some of them like to pl
ay up the good girl act, but this girl is actually a good girl. And it's such a fucking turn-on.
“Louder,” I say.
“I want to suck your cock,” she says, bolder than before.
Her eyes stare into mine and I hear a small sliver of steel in her voice. A trace of confidence. I think she’s finally beginning to find her footing in this situation – which makes it all the better for me.
I undo my belt and wait for her to unzip my pants. She reaches out and takes hold of my pants, her eyes never leaving mine as she unzips them and pushes my jeans, and my boxers, down far enough to finally release my aching cock.
“Misty's” eyes widen as she takes in the length and girth of my rod and I give her a small grin. I don't have to be a mind reader to see the fear in her eyes as she wonders whether or not it's going to hurt. She's a small girl to begin with and is incredibly tight.
But, we'll find a way to make it work. Oh, I have no doubt we'll find a way.
Her eyes locked to mine, she leans forward and runs the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock. She laps at the pre-cum spilling from the tip. Her small, delicate hand grips the base of my prick surprisingly hard, and she begins to work her hand up and down my shaft as she slips me into her mouth.
I moan softly as she works me with her hand and mouth in concert. For a virgin, this girl knows how to give a proper blow job. She jerks and sucks on me furiously, working my cock like she's on a mission.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck yes.”
She tightens her grip on me with her hand and mouth, sucking me off harder and faster. I feel the pressure building up low within me and know if she keeps going like this, she's going to have a mouthful of my cum in a minute or two. Maybe sooner.
And I'm not ready for that yet – not until I've made my mark on that sweet, tight body. I'm aching to be inside of her. Aching to feel that sexy little minx wrapped around me as I go balls deep in that hot, virgin pussy.
