It 's 1 AM. You have had a match of boozing at the bar in the hotel. A beautiful woman, has been eyeing you for a piece now ... at first, you thought you were mistaken ... apparently not, as she is walking towards you right now ... swaying her pelvis. She 's dressed in a knee distance case dress, deep purpleness, sweetheart neckline that 's plunging tantalisingly bass, a black crown 's wrapped on one arm and she 's carrying a Gucci purse. Snakeskin ticker and light makeup and soft waves of burgundy hair complete her striking looks. You 've just had 2 drinks ... you are not drunk ... so she really must be a goddess.

She slides into the death chair next to yours and grin sweetly as she crosses her legs revealing a bit of smooth, firm thigh. It does n't go unnoticed. `` You look like you could use some company. Mind if I percentage a beverage with you ? '' `` The delight 's all mine, '' you reply. `` Is this a byplay or a joy trip ? '' `` Mostly byplay, but I might ingest to rethink now. ``

You both order a pair of drinks and get talking. She uncannily gets you ... not many fair sex do. It is a pleasant surprise. A few drinks down and she seems to be slightly buzzed ... she innocently places her bridge player on your second joint. You do n't establish a move to move her script. You notice that she is leaning in much stuffy to you now, while she is talking ... giving you a lovely eyeful of her cleavage. She takes her hand off your second joint and sips her drink and places her hand back on you ... this time her fingers bear upon your crotch ... she continues talking, blissfully ignorant. Her finger's breadth are n't still, she is stroking you. You try to relax but your rooster 's waking up. You wan na snaffle her and actuate this to your room. Instead, you cover her hired man with yours and make a motion it away. `` I would love to uphold this conversation, but I am a picayune tired and this hot seat is n't too comfortable. I should go to my way. ''

'' Oh ... for sure, maybe I can drop in after a while ... I 'd like to have a few Thomas More drinks though. What room are you in ? ''

'' rooms 1630 ... maybe I 'll see you later then ... effective Nox. '' `` Good night. ``

You walk back to the lift ... slightly uncomfortable ... trying to shake off the images in your head ... especially the dour one of her spread on your bed, the sail crumbled around her, eyes sleepy and satisfied, coat of arms tied to the bedpost ...

You reach your room and produce a beeline for the shower as soon as you enter. A cold rain shower later you still ca n't shake that figure. You know it is a bad idea but you pick up the phone and dial my figure. You do n't recognise what you would say to me ... maybe just come to the incident ... or maybe zippo at all ... or maybe just experience earphone sex. Unfortunately, my BBM is n't working ... nor is WhatsApp. You decide it was a stupid estimation anyway and decide to just sleep it off.

You have barely slept when the doorbell band. You really did n't await her to show up. This could be a bad affair. You pull on your t-shirt and aspect out through the peephole. It is her. You suspire and open the door. She 's changed into clingy dungaree and a spaghetti strap top under a gracious leather jacket. Her hairs up in a pony and she does n't look too inebriated. She has a expectant tote. She stands there with that pretty smiling, one arm on her hip.

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

'' Er ... us ? ``

She moves to one position and a adult female steps out from the side. She is wearing a masquerade but she looks associate. She is dressed up in a dungaree and jacket too ... except she has on a top that has a oceanic abyss V neck and a collar. She has gracious knocker. The other dispute is that she is wearing gloves. You raise your supercilium 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 meet up again but I did n't want to be alone in your way. ``

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

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

'' Can we come up in. ``

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

'' Oh ... it 's a bet I had with her. She lost. She has to wear down that masquerade all dark. ``

'' I am guessing I ca n't cognize 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 eye mesa. She says she 'd like some coffee and gets up to make some when the masked girl gestures that she 'd attain it. Masked woman prepares 3 cups and brings the tray. She offers a cup to you. You say that you do not desire deep brown. She gestures that it is n't coffee. You look in the cup ... it is tea. Weird. How did she know you 'd take tea. You know the other loving cup 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 ally ! ``

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

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

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

'' goose egg of any consequence. ``

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

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 lead somewhere. How retentive are you here ? ``

'' I am leaving tomorrow. Why did you call up 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 jacket ... thrusting her chest towards you. Spaghetti straps settle off her shoulders. The block out cleaning lady leans back and rests her arm on the armrest of the couch ... taking in everything.

missy Goddess takes your helping hand in hers and kneel down. `` I 'd like to be of service to you, Your Highness. '' Then she places your bridge player on her upper breast.

Masked stranger gets up and makes burnt umber again, her back to you. You see her open the fridge and engage out a nursing bottle. She lifts up her masquerade a bit and swigs straight from the bottle. But you ca n't pay attention to her because Miss Goddess has her former mitt on your crotch. You grab her by her waist and rescind her onto you, pulling her top down feather ( she 's braless ). Then you take one of her tit between your dentition and clamp down. She whimpers. You let go of her pap for a moment.

'' Tell me, what was your bet on me ? I have to make out 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 pass purposefully towards Masked alien. She takes a gradation backward, a petty unsteady but stands her ground. You close in on her, the interrogative sentence framed on your face. She tries to turn away ... and you grab her, pressing her close. `` Maybe I do know who you are ... how you got here is something you will severalize me ... later. '' With that you pry the mask halfway up her face ... revealing her mouth. Then you kiss her total on her lips.

I kiss you back, hungrily. You rip off the ease of my mask. And buss 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 cap and tie my wrist together with a towel. From the living room miss Goddess shouts that she has handcuffs in her tote bag. 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 initiatory undress herself and then cut my wearing apparel away. She does a rocking ecdysiast ... slowly peeling every bit off her. Then she cuts my shirt down the middle and at the slope and throws it aside. Next she unzips my denim. You interrupt her and tell her to cut it off. She cuts it off ... in small patch. I panic ... I do n't have clothes to get back to my room. She is about to nip off off my bra when you order her to use her teeth to perpetrate the bra straps down and then crop it off. You rules of order her to use her teeth to pull my panties 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 breasts and pinching her nipples. You turn her to look me while you do it. I want to be in her seat. I try to suppress my envy ... but I am slightly turned on ... she has a beautiful torso and you seem to know exactly how to lick her. When you dip your fingers into her cunt ... I am not certain if it was me or her moaning. You push her onto the bed by entwining her jigger in your handwriting 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 natural language pic my clit as she spreads my cunt lips with her finger. She moves her lingua in circle 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 lovely aspect of her prat and of her twat. I have my eyes tightly closed as she works me towards an coming. When I open my optic, you are fingering her while she tongues me. Our eyes sports meeting. You grinning and walk towards me. You drop your trousers and kneel on the bed by my side. Then you hold my impudence so that I open my oral cavity and you stick your putz in my mouth. `` sucking me hard, slut ... yes, like that. '' I am buck between her tongue and your hammer. I close my eyes and you Order them open. I wrap my backtalk tighter around your dick and sop up harder as she increases the speeding of licking my cunt. I get you hard but you pull out without cumming in my sassing. With your centre locked to mine, you get off the bed, get behind her. Then you place your paw on her butt impertinence and plunge into her. I think I will die of enviousness 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 look, 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 titty and tummy. You ask her to clean it off me with her lips and her teat. She gets on top off me and rubs me down with her chest. Oh god ... she is indulgent ... it feels dangerously honest.

My eye follow you as you walk over to her tote bag and rummage through it. I do n't see what you take out of it. But you order of magnitude her to blindfold me. She gets a blackness 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 firmly and knobby. mortal lift 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 free. I do n't want this at all. It feels so good, I am scared. I whimper and beg you to take it out. All you say is that I need discipline. The vibrator turns on and I scream that I want to be untied, let loose. somebody holds my head word and the following thing I know is some cloth is stuffed in my sassing ... I push it out with my spit. A astute slap across my face makes crying come out of my eyes wetting the blind crimp. `` You are my slut, 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 personnel casualty of all over control.

Something heavy lands on my side. I feel the warmth 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 kill her. I want to kill you. I try to squirm and push the two of you off the bed and am rewarded with the bunko of a whip. It makes me mad, and I squirm to get away from the whiplash as well as push button you off her. Thomas More lashes fall on me, the vibrator speed goes up a notch. I am pretty sure there are welt on my second joint and knocker. 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 believe that it hurt ... you would n't give care. Your combined moan increase in frequence ... and the sound of her screaming coming makes me have an explosive one.

Then I hear shuffling, and the lavatory room access opened. 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 sentence you are in Dubai, maybe. '' `` Sure. But I need a drinking now ... more importantly, I need a few skunk ... Care to join me ? '' `` The bar 's loose all night, let 's go. ''

I hear the door close and there is absolute silence. The whirr of the AC has stopped too ... of course ... you took the key carte. hoot !