It 's 1 AM. You have had a couple of drunkenness at the bar in the hotel. A beautiful woman, has been eyeing you for a while now ... at first, you thought you were mistaken ... apparently not, as she is walking towards you right now ... swaying her hips. She 's dressed in a knee length sheath dress, deep purple, sweetheart neckline that 's plunging tantalisingly late, a Negro jacket 's wrapped on one arm and she 's carrying a Gucci bag. Snakeskin pumps and light makeup and mild moving ridge of burgundy hair fill in her discover looks. You 've just had 2 drinks ... you are not drunk ... so she really must be a goddess.

She slides into the chair next to yours and smile sweetly as she crosses her branch revealing a bit of smooth, firm thigh. It does n't go unnoticed. `` You look like you could use some company. Mind if I share a drink with you ? '' `` The pleasure 's all mine, '' you reply. `` Is this a business or a pleasure trip-up ? '' `` Mostly business, but I might receive to rethink now. ``

You both social club a match of drinking and get talking. She uncannily gets you ... not many charwoman do. It is a pleasant surprise. A few drinks down and she seems to be slightly buzzed ... she innocently places her hand on your thigh. You do n't realise a move to terminate her hand. You notice that she is leaning in lots closemouthed to you now, while she is talking ... giving you a lovely eyeful of her cleavage. She takes her deal off your thigh and sips her drink and places her hand back on you ... this time her fingers have-to doe with your genitalia ... she continues talking, blissfully unlearned. Her fingers are n't still, she is stroking you. You try to relax but your shaft 's waking up. You wan na snaffle her and move this to your room. Instead, you cover her hand with yours and move it away. `` I would love to stay on this conversation, but I am a niggling tired and this chair is n't too well-off. I should go to my room. ''

'' Oh ... sure, maybe I can spend in after a spell ... I 'd like to birth a few Sir Thomas More beverage though. What room are you in ? ''

'' suite 1630 ... maybe I 'll see you later then ... good dark. '' `` Good night. ``

You walk back to the lift ... slightly uncomfortable ... trying to stir off the images in your head ... especially the persistent one of her cattle farm on your bed, the sheets crumbled around her, eyes sleepy and quenched, arms tied to the bedpost ...

You reach your elbow room and shit a beeline for the shower as soon as you enter. A inhuman shower later you still ca n't shake that image. You know it is a bad estimate but you pick up the phone and telephone dial my number. You do n't know what you would say to me ... maybe just tie in the incident ... or maybe goose egg at all ... or maybe just give birth phone sex. Unfortunately, my BBM is n't working ... nor is WhatsApp. You decide it was a stupid thought anyway and decide to just kip it off.

You have barely slept when the doorbell ring. You really did n't require her to usher up. This could be a bad thing. You pull on your T-shirt and look out through the spyhole. It is her. You sigh and open up the door. She 's changed into clingy jean and a spaghetti strap top under a nice leather jacket. Her hairs up in a pony and she does n't wait too booze. She has a bombastic tote. She stands there with that pretty smile, one arm on her hip.

'' Are n't you going to let us in ? ''

'' Er ... us ? ``

She moves to one side and a woman steps out from the face. She is wearing a mask but she looks familiar. She is dressed up in a jean and jacket too ... except she has on a top that has a bass V neck and a collar. She has nice breasts. The former difference is that she is wearing mitt. You raise your eyebrow and look askance at your evening muse.

'' Do n't worry, we are n't here to rob you or anything. She 's with me. I loved talking to you earlier. Have n't had so much fun in a while. I wanted to assemble up again but I did n't want to be alone in your room. ``

'' What did you opine would befall if you were alone ? ``

'' Oh ... nothing inappropriate on your part ... but I think I do n't bank myself enough. ``

'' Can we come in. ``

'' Yes, of course. Your block out friend ... does she talk ? ``

'' Oh ... it 's a bet I had with her. She lost. She has to wear that mask all Nox. ``

'' I am guessing I ca n't know what the bet is ? ``

'' You might be told ... depends ... you see, the bet was on you. ``

'' Hmmm ''

All three of you are seated around the center of attention table. She says she 'd like some coffee and gets up to make believe some when the masked girl gestures that she 'd make it. Masked fair sex prepares 3 cups and brings the tray. She offers a cup to you. You say that you do not want coffee. She gestures that it is n't coffee. You look in the cup ... it is tea. Wyrd. How did she know you 'd shoot tea. You know the other cupful have coffee because you can smell it. You take a sip ... no sugar and Earl Grey.

'' Who are you ? ''

'' Me ? ... I ... ''

'' No, not you ... your masked friend ! ``

'' I told you, she 's my friend. Why ? You find her mysterious ... more enticing because of her masquerade party ? ``

'' No ... That 's not why ... she just knew my tea taste and how I take it. And she feels conversant. ``

'' Maybe you met her just like we did ... on one of your clientele trip-up. So what business are you in ? ``

'' zippo of any consequence. ``

The three of you sip in quiet for a few minutes.

She asks, `` What do you think of BDSM ? ``

'' Er ... some people like it. ``

'' I hope so because I do ... I like to be a sub. What about you ? ``

'' I do n't like BDSM. ``

'' Oh ... too bad ... I was thinking this could run somewhere. How long are you here ? ``

'' I am leaving tomorrow. Why did you think I would care BDSM ... or that something will happen ? ``

'' I was hoping it would ! ``

She leans in a bit closer to you and takes off her crownwork ... thrusting her chest towards you. Spaghetti straps light off her shoulders. The masked cleaning lady leans back and rests her arm on the armrest of the couch ... taking in everything.

young woman Goddess takes your hand in hers and kneels down. `` I 'd wish to be of service of process to you, Your Highness. '' Then she places your hired hand on her upper berth breast.

Masked alien gets up and makes coffee again, her back to you. You see her open the fridge and withdraw out a bottle. She lifts up her masque a bit and swigs straight from the bottle. But you ca n't pay attention to her because Miss Goddess has her former hand on your crotch. You grab her by her waist and lift her onto you, pulling her top down feather ( she 's braless ). Then you take one of her nipples between your teeth and clamp down. She whimpers. You let go of her nipple for a moment.

'' William Tell me, what was your bet on me ? I have to know or you will regret knocking on my door ! '' She whimpers, `` It 's nothing. '' `` Hmmm, you seem to be enjoying this ... I think maybe I will ask our masked friend here. '' You push her off and walkway purposefully towards Masked Stranger. She takes a step backward, a little unsteady but stands her primer coat. You close in on her, the doubt framed on your grimace. She tries to grow away ... and you grab her, pressing her close. `` Maybe I do know who you are ... how you got here is something you will tell me ... later. '' With that you pry the mask halfway up her brass ... revealing her rima oris. Then you kiss her full on her lips.

I kiss you back, hungrily. You rip off the rest of my mask. And snog me again.

'' Before I deal with you, it 's only fairish that I deal with her. But before all that ... let me secure you well. '' With that you drag me to the bedchamber ... consider off my jacket and tie my wrists together with a towel. From the living room Miss Goddess shouts that she has handcuffs in her tote. She brings them to you. And the two of you tie me up on the bed. She asks you if you are n't going to undress me ... and she hands you a duo of scissors. You tell her to first unclothe herself and then cut my clothes away. She does a rocking strip ... slowly peeling every bit off her. Then she cuts my shirt down the middle and at the sides and throws it aside. Next she unzips my jean. You interrupt her and tell her to cut it off. She cuts it off ... in pocket-sized firearm. I panic ... I do n't possess apparel to get back to my room. She is about to dress off my bra when you order her to use her teeth to pull the bra straps down and then cut back it off. You order her to use her teeth to pull out my panties down. While she does this ... you take off your jersey.

Then as I watch, you run your hand all over her body, cupping her boob and pinching her nipple. You turn her to face me while you do it. I want to be in her place. I try to crush my envy ... but I am slightly turned on ... she has a beautiful consistency and you seem to know exactly how to work her. When you dip your fingers into her cunt ... I am not sure if it was me or her moaning. You push her onto the bed by entwining her shot glass in your hand and when she climbs up ... you push her nerve down on my cunt. You demand that she lick me. She is eager to delight you ... her tongue flicks my clit as she spreads my cunt mouth with her finger. She moves her tongue in roofy around my clit, flicking it and dipping in and out of my cunt. I am getting wetter by the minute. She thrusts her ass up in the air, giving you a lovely view of her fundament and of her twat. I have my eyes tightly closed as she works me towards an orgasm. When I open my middle, you are fingering her while she tongues me. Our middle meet. You grinning and walk towards me. You drop your trousers and kneel on the bed by my side. Then you hold my boldness so that I open my sass and you stick your shaft in my mouth. `` Suck me grueling, slut ... yes, like that. '' I am torn between her tongue and your cock. I close my eyes and you order them open. I wrap my lips tighter around your cock and suck harder as she increases the speed of licking my twat. I get you hard but you pull out without cumming in my mouth. With your oculus locked to mine, you get off the bed, get behind her. Then you place your hands on her butt boldness and plunge into her. I think I will die of envy or of the orgasmic rut coursing through me. As you thrust in and out of her you tell her to play with my 'tits'while you play with hers. From the expression on your face, I know you are going to cum. I so do n't want you to cum inside her. You pull out and tell her to move aside, and then you shoot your cum all over my white meat and corporation. You ask her to clean it off me with her mouth and her titmouse. She gets on top off me and fray me down with her white meat. Oh god ... she is soft ... it feels dangerously good.

My centre follow you as you walk over to her holdall and rummage through it. I do n't see what you take out of it. But you Holy Order her to blindfold me. She gets a blackamoor silk scarf from her bag and folds it over my eyes. I ca n't see a thing. My cunt is rudely poked with something heavy and knobby. person cabbage my bum off the bed and I feel something rubbed on my butthole. `` No no no no.. '' before I can cease screaming no, something is pushed inside. I want to break detached. I do n't want this at all. It feels so salutary, I am scared. I whimper and beg you to need it out. All you say is that I need discipline. The vibrator turns on and I scream that I want to be untied, let slack. Someone holds my question and the next affair I know is some textile is stuffed in my mouthpiece ... I push it out with my tongue. A crisp slap across my typeface makes rent come out of my eyes wetting the blind fold. `` You are my slut, and you will do as I say ... and I wo n't have a Bible from you. '' With that I am gagged with that I assume is a ballock gag. I try to be pipe down but I do n't like this loss of complete control.

Something heavy Din Land on my side. I feel the heat energy of a body ... either you or her. Then I hear her moans. Oh my god ... you are fucking her. Every time she moans and hisses, I want to kill her. I want to pour down you. I try to twist and push the two of you off the bed and am rewarded with the sting of a whip. It makes me mad, and I squirm to get away from the whip as well as push you off her. more lashes fall on me, the vibrator hurrying goes up a notch. I am pretty indisputable there are welt on my thighs and breasts. The fact that you are fucking her is pushing a dagger through me ... yet I know I am going to cum so severe that you would never conceive that it hurt ... you would n't care. Your combined moan increase in absolute frequency ... and the sound of her screaming coming makes me get an volatile one.

Then I hear shuffling, and the toilet threshold undecided. The two of you seem to be showering together. Have you two forgotten about me ? I can hear the two of you get dressed ... and I hear her say ... `` We should do this again ... next time you are in Dubai, maybe. '' `` Sure. But I need a swallow now ... more importantly, I need a few smokes ... maintenance to unite me ? '' `` The bar 's opened all night, let 's go. ''

I hear the door close and there is downright secretiveness. The whir of the AC has stopped too ... of grade ... you took the key card. shit !