It 's 1 AM. You have had a couple of drinks at the bar in the hotel. A beautiful woman, has been eyeing you for a patch 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 clothes, rich purple, mantrap neckline that 's plunging tantalisingly deep, a smuggled crown 's wrapped on one arm and she 's carrying a Gucci pocketbook. Snakeskin pumps and light constitution and diffused wave of burgundy hairsbreadth gross her come to looks. You 've just had 2 drink ... you are not drunk ... so she really must be a goddess.

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

You both order a couple of swallow and get talking. She uncannily gets you ... not many cleaning lady do. It is a pleasant surprise. A few drinkable down and she seems to be slightly buzzed ... she innocently places her hired hand on your second joint. You do n't pee a movement to displace her helping hand. You notice that she is leaning in much closer to you now, while she is talking ... giving you a lovely eyeful of her cleavage. She takes her script off your thigh and sips her swallow and places her hand back on you ... this prison term her finger's breadth allude your crotch ... she continues talking, blissfully unknowledgeable. Her finger's breadth are n't still, she is stroking you. You try to relax but your shaft 's waking up. You wan na grab her and move this to your room. Instead, you cover her hand with yours and move it away. `` I would know to continue this conversation, but I am a little tire out and this president is n't too comfortable. I should go to my room. ''

'' Oh ... sure, maybe I can drop in after a while ... I 'd wish to have a few more drink though. What room are you in ? ''

'' Suite 1630 ... maybe I 'll see you later then ... unspoiled night. '' `` Good dark. ``

You walk back to the lift ... slightly uncomfortable ... trying to shake off off the images in your head ... especially the persistent one of her spread on your bed, the sheets crumbled around her, middle sleepy and slaked, limb tied to the bedpost ...

You reach your room and micturate a beeline for the shower as soon as you enter. A cold shower later you still ca n't shake that image. You know it is a bad approximation but you pick up the earpiece and dial my number. You do n't know what you would say to me ... maybe just relate the incident ... or maybe nix at all ... or maybe just get 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 doorbell rings. You really did n't gestate her to designate up. This could be a bad thing. You pull on your t-shirt and look out through the peephole. It is her. You sigh and open up the door. She 's changed into clingy jeans and a spaghetti shoulder strap top under a courteous leather jacket. Her pilus up in a pony and she does n't look too drink in. She has a vauntingly 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 of meat and a woman steps out from the side of meat. She is wearing a masquerade but she looks familiar. She is dressed up in a jean and crownwork too ... except she has on a top that has a oceanic abyss V neck and a shoe collar. She has prissy tit. The former dispute is that she is wearing baseball mitt. You raise your supercilium and look askance at your eventide 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 piece. I wanted to play up again but I did n't want to be alone in your way. ``

'' What did you conceive would hap 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 masked friend ... does she talk ? ``

'' Oh ... it 's a bet I had with her. She lost. She has to bear that masquerade party all Night. ``

'' I am guessing I ca n't have intercourse 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 tabular array. She says she 'd like some java and gets up to make some when the masked girl motion that she 'd make it. Masked cleaning lady prepares 3 cups and brings the tray. She offers a cup to you. You say that you do not desire coffee berry. She gestures that it is n't coffee. You look in the cup ... it is tea. Weird. How did she know you 'd get tea. You know the former cups have burnt umber because you can smack it. You take a sip ... no pelf and Earl Lady Jane Grey.

'' Who are you ? ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' Nothing of any outcome. ``

The three of you sip in silence for a few arcminute.

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

'' Er ... some citizenry 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 lead somewhere. How recollective are you here ? ``

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

'' I was hoping it would ! ``

She leans in a bit faithful to you and takes off her jacket ... thrusting her chest towards you. Spaghetti straps strike off her shoulder joint. The cloaked charwoman leans back and rests her arm on the armrest of the lounge ... taking in everything.

miss Goddess takes your hand in hers and kneeling down. `` I 'd like to be of serve to you, Your loftiness. '' Then she places your hand on her upper bosom.

Masked Stranger gets up and makes chocolate again, her back to you. You see her spread out the fridge and take out a bottle. She lifts up her mask a bit and swig straight from the bottle. But you ca n't pay attention to her because Miss Goddess has her other hand on your crotch. You grab her by her waist and abstract her onto you, pulling her top down ( 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 have a go at it 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 walk purposefully towards Masked unknown. She takes a measure backward, a niggling unsteady but stands her solid ground. You close in on her, the question framed on your face. She tries to call on away ... and you grab her, pressing her close. `` Maybe I do get laid who you are ... how you got here is something you will tell me ... later. '' With that you pry the masquerade party halfway up her face ... revealing her sassing. Then you kiss her full on her lips.

I kiss you back, hungrily. You rip off the rest 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 secure you well. '' With that you drag me to the bedroom ... take off my jacket and tie my wrists together with a towel. From the living way Miss Goddess shouts that she has handlock in her carryall. 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 duet of scissors. You tell her to world-class disrobe herself and then cut my clothes away. She does a rocking striptease ... slowly peeling every bit off her. Then she cuts my shirt down the middle and at the slope and throws it aside. following she unzips my dungaree. You interrupt her and differentiate her to cut it off. She cuts it off ... in lowly pieces. I panic ... I do n't take in dress to get back to my elbow room. She is about to crop off my bra when you order her to use her teeth to take out the bra straps down and then snip it off. You gild her to use her teeth to tear my panties down. While she does this ... you take off your tee shirt.

Then as I watch, you run your hands all over her eubstance, cupping her boob and pinching her pap. You turn her to face me while you do it. I want to be in her shoes. I try to subdue my envy ... but I am slightly turned on ... she has a beautiful body and you seem to know exactly how to operate 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 pony in your hand and when she climbs up ... you push her face down on my cunt. You demand that she lick me. She is eager to please you ... her tongue flicks my button as she spreads my puss lips with her fingers. She moves her tongue in roundabout 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 behind and of her snatch. I have my centre tightly closed as she works me towards an orgasm. When I open my optic, you are fingering her while she tongues me. Our center meet. You smile and walk towards me. You drop your trousers and kneel on the bed by my side. Then you hold my cheeks so that I open my mouth and you stick your stopcock in my mouth. `` sucking me heavy, slut ... yes, like that. '' I am shoot down between her natural language and your hammer. I close my optic and you order them open. I wrap my lips tighter around your cock and suck harder as she increases the speed of licking my bitch. I get you hard but you pull out without cumming in my mouth. With your eyes locked to mine, you get off the bed, get behind her. Then you place your script on her keister cheeks and plunge into her. I think I will die of envy or of the orgasmic heat 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 boldness, I know you are going to cum. I so do n't want you to cum inside her. You pull out and secernate her to strike aside, and then you shoot your cum all over my knocker and potbelly. You ask her to houseclean it off me with her lips and her tits. She gets on top off me and rubs me down with her tit. Oh god ... she is soft ... it feels dangerously undecomposed.

My eyes follow you as you walk over to her tote and rummage through it. I do n't see what you take out of it. But you order her to blindfold me. She gets a Negroid silk scarf from her bag and folds it over my eyes. I ca n't see a thing. My slit is rudely poked with something hard and knobby. mortal pilfer 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 disclose gratuitous. I do n't want this at all. It feels so good, I am scare. I whimper and beg you to consider it out. All you say is that I need study. The vibrator turns on and I scream that I want to be unshackled, let liberate. Someone holds my headway and the next affair I know is some textile is stuffed in my sass ... I push it out with my tongue. A sharp smacking across my face makes tears hail out of my optic wetting the blind sheep pen. `` You are my jade, and you will do as I say ... and I wo n't have a word from you. '' With that I am gagged with that I assume is a ball gag. I try to be quiet but I do n't like this red of sodding restraint.

Something backbreaking lands on my side. I feel the rut of a body ... either you or her. Then I hear her moan. Oh my god ... you are fucking her. Every time she moans and hisses, I want to defeat her. I want to kill you. I try to writhe and advertise the two of you off the bed and am rewarded with the con 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 velocity goes up a pass. I am pretty sure there are welt on my thighs and knocker. The fact that you are fucking her is pushing a obelisk through me ... yet I know I am going to cum so hard that you would never conceive that it hurt ... you would n't give care. Your combined groan increase in frequency ... and the sound of her screaming orgasm makes me have an explosive one.

Then I hear shuffling, and the bathroom door open. 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 drink now ... more importantly, I need a few smokes ... guardianship to join me ? '' `` The bar 's outdoors all night, let 's go. ''

I hear the doorway close and there is absolute silence. The whirr of the AC has stopped too ... of course ... you took the key menu. tinker's damn !