It 's 1 AM. You have had a couple of crapulence 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 cocktail dress dress, deep purple, sweetheart neckline that 's plunging tantalisingly deep, a Shirley Temple Black jacket crown 's wrapped on one arm and she 's carrying a Gucci bag. Snakeskin pump and light war paint and diffuse moving ridge of burgundy hair complete her striking expression. You 've just had 2 deglutition ... you are not toast ... so she really must be a goddess.

She slides into the chair next to yours and smiles sweetly as she crosses her legs revealing a bit of smooth, firm second joint. 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 ? '' `` Mostly business, but I might sustain to rethink now. ``

You both order a couple of drinks and get talking. She uncannily gets you ... not many adult female 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 cause a move to displace her hand. You notice that she is leaning in much skinny to you now, while she is talking ... giving you a lovely eyeful of her segmentation. She takes her handwriting off your thigh and sips her drink and places her hand back on you ... this time her finger's breadth refer your crotch ... she continues talking, blissfully nescient. Her fingers are n't still, she is stroking you. You try to unlax but your dick 's waking up. You wan na snap up her and incite this to your elbow room. Instead, you cover her hand with yours and proceed it away. `` I would jazz to continue this conversation, but I am a little tired and this chair is n't too easy. I should go to my room. ''

'' Oh ... sure, maybe I can drop in after a patch ... I 'd like to give a few Sir Thomas More crapulence though. What room are you in ? ''

'' retinue 1630 ... maybe I 'll see you later then ... honest dark. '' `` Good night. ``

You walk back to the aerodynamic lift ... slightly uncomfortable ... trying to throw off off the images in your oral sex ... especially the persistent one of her counterpane on your bed, the sheet crumbled around her, eyes sleepy and satisfied, arms tied to the bedpost ...

You reach your room and make a beeline for the rain shower as soon as you enter. A stale shower later you still ca n't shake up that paradigm. You know it is a bad idea but you pick up the phone and dial my telephone number. You do n't sleep together what you would say to me ... maybe just pertain the incident ... or maybe zilch at all ... or maybe just hold phone sex. Unfortunately, my BBM is n't working ... nor is WhatsApp. You decide it was a stupid idea anyway and decide to just sleep it off.

You have barely slept when the buzzer rings. You really did n't bear her to show up. This could be a bad thing. You pull on your T-shirt and smell out through the spyhole. It is her. You sigh and open the door. She 's changed into clingy denim and a spaghetti shoulder strap top under a nice leather jacket. Her hairs up in a crib and she does n't take care too wassail. She has a large holdall. 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 cleaning woman steps out from the side of meat. She is wearing a masquerade party but she looks familiar. She is dressed up in a jeans and jacket too ... except she has on a top that has a deep V neck and a dog collar. She has dainty breasts. The early difference is that she is wearing gloves. You produce your supercilium and look askance at your evening muse.

'' Do n't concern, 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 foregather up again but I did n't want to be alone in your elbow room. ``

'' What did you think would happen if you were alone ? ``

'' Oh ... zip inappropriate on your part ... but I think I do n't bank myself enough. ``

'' Can we come in. ``

'' Yes, of course. Your disguise friend ... does she verbalise ? ``

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

'' I am guessing I ca n't fuck 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 centre table. She says she 'd like some coffee and gets up to make some when the masked girl motion that she 'd urinate it. Masked char prepares 3 cups and brings the tray. She offers a cup to you. You say that you do not need coffee. She gestures that it is n't java. You look in the cup ... it is tea. Weird. How did she cognize you 'd accept tea. You know the other cupful have umber because you can smell it. You take a sip ... no sugar and Earl Second Earl Grey.

'' Who are you ? ''

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

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

'' I told you, she 's my friend. Why ? You find her cryptical ... more tempt because of her mask ? ``

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

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

'' zero of any moment. ``

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

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

'' Er ... some masses like it. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I was hoping it would ! ``

She leans in a bit nearer to you and takes off her jacket ... thrusting her chest towards you. Spaghetti shoulder strap fall off her shoulders. The masked fair sex leans back and rests her arm on the armrest of the couch ... taking in everything.

missy Goddess takes your hand in hers and kneels down. `` I 'd like to be of table service to you, Your Highness. '' Then she places your hand on her speed breast.

Masked stranger gets up and makes coffee again, her back to you. You see her open the fridge and exact out a feeding bottle. She lifts up her mask a bit and swigs straight from the bottle. But you ca n't pay care to her because young woman Goddess has her other paw on your crotch. You grab her by her waist and purloin her onto you, pulling her top Down ( she 's braless ). Then you take one of her mammilla 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 live or you will regret knocking on my door ! '' She whimpers, `` It 's goose egg. '' `` Hmmm, you seem to be enjoying this ... I think maybe I will ask our masked protagonist here. '' You push her off and walk purposefully towards Masked unknown. She takes a step backward, a little unsteady but stands her ground. You close in on her, the doubt framed on your face. She tries to bend away ... and you grab her, pressing her stopping point. `` 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 boldness ... revealing her mouth. Then you kiss her entire on her lips.

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

'' Before I deal with you, it 's only fair that I deal with her. But before all that ... let me plug you well. '' With that you drag me to the sleeping accommodation ... admit off my jacket crown and tie my wrists together with a towel. From the animation way 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 pair of scissors. You tell her to initiatory strip herself and then cut my clothes away. She does a rocking strip show ... slowly peeling every bit off her. Then she cuts my shirt down the midsection and at the sides and throws it aside. Next she unzips my dungaree. You interrupt her and recite her to cut it off. She cuts it off ... in small pieces. I panic ... I do n't accept clothes to get back to my room. She is about to cut back off my bra when you edict her to use her dentition to root for the bra straps down and then dress it off. You monastic order her to use her teeth to pull my pantie down. While she does this ... you take off your t-shirt.

Then as I watch, you run your hands all over her body, cupping her titty and pinching her nipples. You turn her to face me while you do it. I want to be in her place. I try to suppress my envy ... but I am slightly turned on ... she has a beautiful physical structure and you seem to know exactly how to work her. When you dip your digit into her slit ... I am not sure if it was me or her moaning. You push her onto the bed by entwining her pony in your hand and when she climbs up ... you push her case down on my cunt. You demand that she lick me. She is eager to please you ... her spit moving-picture show my clit as she spreads my cunt mouth with her fingers. She moves her tongue in roach around my clit, flicking it and dipping in and out of my cunt. I am getting wetter by the hour. She thrusts her ass up in the air, giving you a cover girl view of her behind and of her pussy. I have my optic tightly closed as she works me towards an orgasm. When I open my eyes, you are fingering her while she tongues me. Our eyes sports meeting. You smile and walk towards me. You drop your trouser and kneel on the bed by my English. Then you hold my impudence so that I open my mouth and you stick your cock in my mouth. `` sucking me hard, loose woman ... yes, like that. '' I am mangled between her tongue and your shaft. I close my centre and you purchase order them open. I wrap my sassing tighter around your hammer and suck harder as she increases the fastness of licking my cunt. I get you unvoiced but you pull out without cumming in my back talk. With your center locked to mine, you get off the bed, get behind her. Then you place your script on her butt cheeks and plunge into her. I think I will die of envy or of the orgasmic oestrus 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 require you to cum inside her. You pull out and tell her to be active aside, and then you shoot your cum all over my tit and tummy. You ask her to make clean it off me with her lips and her tits. She gets on top off me and chafe me down with her breasts. Oh god ... she is indulgent ... it feels dangerously good.

My eyes follow you as you walk over to her tote and ransacking through it. I do n't see what you take out of it. But you monastic order her to blindfold me. She gets a blacken silk scarf from her bag and faithful it over my center. I ca n't see a matter. My snatch is rudely poked with something severely and knobby. Someone lifts my bum off the bed and I feel something rubbed on my butthole. `` No no no no.. '' before I can finish screaming no, something is pushed inside. I want to break rid. I do n't want this at all. It feels so good, I am scare away. I whine and beg you to take it out. All you say is that I need field of study. The vibrator turns on and I scream that I want to be unchained, let loose. mortal holds my head and the side by side thing I know is some cloth is stuffed in my oral cavity ... I push it out with my lingua. A incisive slap across my face makes tears come out of my eyes wetting the screen fold. `` You are my slattern, and you will do as I say ... and I wo n't have a Scripture from you. '' With that I am gagged with that I assume is a ball gag. I try to be subdued but I do n't care this loss of fill out control.

Something heavy lands on my side. I feel the heat of a body ... either you or her. Then I hear her moans. Oh my god ... you are fucking her. Every meter she moans and hisses, I want to kill her. I want to kill you. I try to wrestle and tug the two of you off the bed and am rewarded with the bunco game of a whip. It makes me mad, and I squirm to get away from the whip as well as push you off her. to a greater extent lashes fall on me, the vibrator f number goes up a notch. I am pretty sure there are welts on my thigh and white meat. The fact that you are fucking her is pushing a dagger through me ... yet I know I am going to cum so hard that you would never conceive that it hurt ... you would n't care. Your blend moans increase in frequency ... and the sound of her screaming coming makes me hold an explosive one.

Then I hear shuffling, and the can door give. 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 ... succeeding time you are in Dubai, maybe. '' `` Sure. But I need a drink now ... more importantly, I need a few smokes ... Care to link up me ? '' `` The bar 's open all Nox, let 's go. ''

I hear the threshold close and there is infrangible silence. The whirring of the AC has stopped too ... of course ... you took the key card. red cent !