Dave O&apos;Hare Two Naughty Short Stories 
 
 
 The Alleyway 
 The alleyway was dark and smelt a bit. the few dimmed lights shone and reflected in puddles as it had been raining for the past few days creating that sleazy feel to the night. 
   
 I walked, well more tottered, along the wet street towards the darker middle section. The wind whipped along between the faceless walls of the building and chilled me to core. I was so inappropriately dressed for being here. Five inch red patient high heeled shoes adorned my feet, which in turn were encased in nude stocking with that oh-so-sexy black seam that ran up the back of my legs and disappeared enticingly under my red micro mini skirt. The skirt was tighter than I would ever normally consider wearing usually, it showed the bumps of my suspenders in such a naughty way. My top was slightly cropped and had the embroidered letters S L U T on it., it was low cut enough to the point that you could clearly see the lace of my bra and the swell of my tits. 
   
 Here I was a mother of two dressed like a street walking whore in a sleazy alleyway, my earring were huge looped ones, my lipstick a scarlet colour. The colour of sin. Eyes heavily coated in mascara, shadow and a tinted glitter coated my face. 
   
 Under my micro mini skirt I was bare. Literally. My pussy was shaved and I wore no undies, what was I thinking? The wind blowing teased my naked flesh and was a constant reminder of what I was here for. 
   
 I saw a movement ahead of me, just fleeting but nevertheless a movement. I stopped, as a shiver ran down my spine. Looking down I composed myself with a few deep breaths. The neon lights shone and the silver chain on my ankle caught their reflection and mocked me. It seemed to say 'Come on slut, you know what you need to do'. 
   
 I began my walk, the click click of my heels echoed along the empty alleyway. There it was again, a movement ahead of me. This time I continued along, inspired by the tingle between my thighs. Could I really be getting turned on by being here? Was I losing my mind? We'd soon see. 
   
 The alleyway was becoming darker and more nerve-wracking as I walked down. I shivered, not from the wind but this time from a underlying fear. 
   
 The click click of my heels was now the only noise apart from the thumping of my heart in my ample chest. 
   
 Suddenly behind me there was a movement, a voice whispered. "How much for a quick fuck?" I froze. Coolly, well as coolly as I could muster I stood and replied 
 "£50 for a fuck, £40 for a blowjob £80 for both, but you get nothing without a condom". My voice sounded shaky and full of nerves to me. To the man behind me it must have sounded good because his hand touched my hip as he answered "I'll take both" 
   
 His hand was now on my shoulder as he walked past me, but it was pressing down letting me know what he wanted. My legs began to bend and in no time at all I was on my knees on the cold, hard wet floor. I prayed my expensive stockings would not be ruined. 
   
 "Take it out then" he ordered as he towered over me. My left hand reached to his zip and I slowly pulled it down. I made sure I made it slow, for him it was a tease, for me it was putting off the inevitable. Then it was open, I unbuckled his belt, and undid the button and his trousers began to slip downwards. To my surprise he shuffled back away from me to the wall. I stood again and followed. 
   
 "Money?" is all I could say as my heart was trying to beat right out of my chest he reached to his now sliding trousers and handed me four crisp £20 notes. "Straight out of the cash point I see". He chuckled, the ice almost broken for an instant. 
   
 I stepped forward and began to slip his black boxers down freeing what he wanted me to play with. It wasn't huge, neither was it small, it was … well it was average. I clasped it in my hand and began to slide my left hand up and down the shaft slowly. I looked down again and gulped. I saw my wedding rings in the garish neon lights, the diamond caught my eye first, then the other two rings my husband had given me in the past. Guilt washed over me and my hand paused on him. It twitched in my hand bringing me back from the memory of past days. Of each day that the rings went on my hand. 
   
 His hands went to my shoulders and began to press down, until I was crouching facing his cock. I moaned hoping he would take it as being a sign of desire, but for me it was a groan of defeat. I had never been a lover of giving oral yet here I was crouching in a dark wet alley being paid to put this cock in my mouth. 
   
 I leant forward and the head brushed my sinful scarlet lips, I slowly parted them and licked them for show. I heard him draw in a sharp breath as my open wanton mouth slid over the head and along the shaft. My right hand slipped below him and held his balls, if he began to force the issue a swift tug would hopefully resolve the problem. Back and forth slid my mouth coating him in my saliva making it glisten in the lights. His breathing became more laboured and I sped up. I really didn't want him to cum in my mouth. I hated the taste and the way it splashed into my throat made me gag. 
   
 His hand went to the back of my head and he started to buck into my mouth, I felt it begin to expand a little. In my head I thought 'Times up pal' and I pulled down on his balls and his cock out of my mouth, as it exited it gave an audible plop. Had I been actually sucking it rather than just using it as a hole for him to use? 
   
 He took his hand off my head and took my left hand in his. Gently, he helped me from my crouching position to stand in front of him. Without thinking I moved in and pressed my lips to his and forced my tongue into his mouth. He groaned in his throat with pleasure. 
   
 I felt my right hand moving along his shaft, and I had not realised I was jacking him off. This was scary. A brief draught of wind swept along the dark alleyway and hit my pussy as if destined just for me. It was then I found that I was wet. No I was soaked, my lips had engorged and parted invitingly. The wind had hit my inner lips, I was that turned on. 
   
 I jumped as I felt a finger slide into my wetness, he was getting his money's worth out of my body. My left hand gripped his wrist and I didn't push it away I held it. Oh God what am I doing, I'm holding his hand to my pussy and he is fingering me. A second finger found it's way into me and I gasped air into my lungs as I had not realised I had been holding my breath. He chuckled as I started panting and shaking on his hand. I felt my telltale sign deep in my stomach, it was spreading throughout my loins, taking up my whole lower half. I threw my head back and gripped his shoulders for support as my legs began to buckle, this cum was not supposed to be happening. It was wrong, I was here to do this, not enjoy it. He seemed to know I was on the brink of cumming when he yanked his fingers free of my sopping pussy and the cold air filled my insides intensifying the feeling. 
   
 I quickly regained my composure, as best I could. I was here for his pleasure, not mine. I stepped back a pace or two and nodded to him to look down to my skirt. I raised the hem slowly and seductively showing the suspenders and stocking tops. My right hand held the skirt and my left hand reached for the condom strategically placed in the stocking top. From here he could also see my highly charged and inflamed pussy, a pussy he would soon be inside. 
   
 Gently I took the condom and opened the package, slide it out and moved to him. I crouched and his cock was in my face.  I pushed out my tongue to lick the tip and it jumped at my touch. I formed an O with my lips and slid him in past my scarlet lips. He managed a rumble in his throat and I removed my mouth from him reaching up I rolled the condom along his shaft ensuring the tip had some excess to capture his cum. I seriously didn't need any accidents doing this. 
   
 Once his cock was fully encased in it's latex coating I gave it a few strokes to encourage him as I stood up. He moved me to the wall and pressed my back against it, the wall was rough and hard as I suspected the sex that I was about to have would be. His right foot nudged my left foot aside to force me to spread my legs, to be able to gain access to his 'paid for' possession.  
   
 I could feel his breath on my neck as his cock nudged between my outstretched legs. He was having trouble find his prize. My left hand snaked down between us and gripped his cock. My left hand adorned with wedding rings, he missed the irony guided him in to my soaking pussy. One thrust and he was balls deep inside me and beginning to thrust powerfully in and out. I could hardly believe the power in his thrusts inside me. My pussy started gripping him and the friction wore down my resolve, I felt that feeling building again in my pussy making my body betray me and make me reach a climax. He sensed my onrushing climax and thrust even harder into me. His pelvic bone smashed repeatedly against my engorged clitoris and then it hit me. It washed over me and I shook uncontrollably. I could feel his cock swell inside me and the latex filled inside me. 
   
 His face was implanted into my neck and I hoped he would not leave marks on me. Slowly he shrank and slipped out of me leaving me open, soaking and needing to have my void filled.  I removed the condom tied it in a knot and he whispered "Thank You" before pulling up his boxers and trousers and heading off quickly up the alleyway. 
   
 I pulled myself together and reached down between my thighs. I was wetter than I have ever been before, indeed my own juices were running down my thighs and dampening my stocking tops.  I dropped the condom in my bag, yanked my skirt in to a relatively decent position before walking back down the alley to get a taxi home. 
   
 I climbed out of the taxi, and looked up at bedroom windows. It was if the whole house and not just the occupants were asleep. Stepping up to the door I opened it carefully, so as not to wake anyone. Once inside I leaned back against the wooden door and sighed, how could I have lost control so badly? I was there to do one thing against my better judgment and my body had betrayed me. It convulsed, shook and it did what I really hadn't wanted to. I orgasmed. 
   
 My right foot lifted off the floor and I eased off the high heeled shoe, then repeated the action with the left one. The house was silent, apart from the thumping of my heart in my chest, then stepping forward I headed for the stairs. The first one was ok, but the second one creaked with a deafening sound that I felt sure would wake everyone. 
   
 Slowly I crept up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. I stripped naked and hid all my streetwalker outfit in the laundry basket under some towels. I would have to wash them tomorrow so no one could see them and cause me to explain my actions tonight. I filled the sink, and washed my face and removed all traces of my slutty persona. 
   
 Once ablutions were over I headed to the bedroom naked. I knew my pyjamas were in the draw next to my bed and hoped to get them on and sleep. 
   
 "Are you ok?" a voice in the dark. 
   
 "Sorry did I wake you?" I asked back, avoiding the initial question. 
   
 "No, I've been awake waiting for you. Why don't you come here and snuggle up?" the voice asked. 
   
 "Darling, it's late and I have to go shopping in the morning." I retorted.   
   
 "Yeah, I love you and I want you now." the voice said as a hand delved between my thighs, and parted my wet tender lips. Within seconds he was on top of me sliding his cock into me and I came almost instantly. It was intense. It was insane, but here I was laying in bed having reach one of my biggest orgasms ever in an alleyway against a wall, dressed like a streetwalker for £80, and now I was cumming with my beloved husband inside me.  It was all too much to take in, I felt the tingling in my stomach, it grew and grew as he pushed my willing flesh inwards, and pulled it outwards with me gripping his shaft like a drowning man to a lifebelt. The tingling grew bigger and then I came. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooding my body, darkness crashed over me like a huge wave on the shore and retreating taking all my spare energy away out to sea. 
   
 "Oh my god" I moaned. "I need to sleep, I need to get the shopping tomorrow" I kept repeating like some mantra. 
   
 "Yes darling, and now you have £80 to get something special for yourself" that was the last thing I heard as I drifted into a deep slumber. 
 
 
 
 The Hotel 
 The red high patent heels were pushing my toes into a point, but they were making my legs more shapely which in turn pushed out my bum and boobs. If I was going to be an escort then I might as well l look the part. Crossing my legs revealed the audible swish of stockings rubbing against one each other, it was another outward sign of my task ahead. Black stockings, with a contrasting red seam up the rear that lead under my slinky red dress. 
   
 The dress was just above the knee, not enough to be considered to be slutty but short enough to show my legs. Around my waist was a wide black leather belt that clinched my waist and emphasised my breasts. Not that they needed any emphasis as the neckline of the dress showed them off, and even a tantalising glimpse of my red lacy underwear. 
   
 The cold wind whipped around my body as I stood on the station awaiting my train to London. I really wished I had more then the thin leather jacket to cover me for this appointment. Two young men sauntered along the platform giving me admiring looks, it was just what did I not need. I was feeling more than a little subconscious dressed as I was. 
   
 "Alright love." The tall blonde said as he eyed me up and down. "You got a date for tonight or do you fancy coming out with me?" Although he was attractive, - knew I had an appointment with someone in hotel for at least the next couple of hours. . 
   
 "You gotta be kidding Kev, she's way outta you league" his mate chided. 
   
 "Fuck off Tony. Just coz I stand more chance with her than you do". Tony laughed quickly adding "Maybe she prefers black guys like me." I had had wondered if the myth about them having bigger cocks was true, but I had someplace else to be. I lifted my left hand and showed my wedding ring adding "Sorry boys." The train entered the platform like a huge metallic snake, and I stepped towards it. My skyscraper heel caught on something and I stumbled, two pairs of young strong hand grabbed me halting my decent to the floor. One of Tony's hands gripped my breasts and the other my upper arm, while Kev had a hand on my arm and the other on my rear. My large breasts threatened to spill out, Tony realised where his hand was and began to stutter an apology. I looked up at him and smiled shyly, then it was my turn to look surprises as my hand was on his crotch, not just my hand, but my hand with my wedding band and engagement rings on it. The irony of what I was going to do, coupled with where my hand was now was not lost on me. 
   
 I thanked them and regained my composure and with their hands on my arms I stepped on to the train. I headed for a seat and the two boys joined me, initially I was a little worried, about their intentions, but they to each other about football and girls they hoped to pull. About halfway I caught Tony looking at my legs, well more my thighs, he looked a little guilty then said. "Are you meeting your husband?" What could I say? 'No I'm off to a hotel to fuck a man for money'. I simply nodded with a faint smile on my scarlet lips. 
   
 "Well if he stands you up, here's my number." He replied whilst producing business card from his wallet. I was taken aback a little, as he placed it in my hand as he stood up. His friend headed to the door but Tony leant forward and kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "You're very beautiful." Then headed off the train and away with his friend. I was in a quandary as to what to do with the card. Throw it away? Put it in my small handbag? Or keep it and use it someday? Opening the golden clasp I looked at the card once more. Tony Walker, web design and management. Sliding the card to one side of the ten or more condoms, my long scarlet nail flicked the edge of it. Was I really considering keeping it? 
   
 All too soon I arrived at the main station where I semi blended in with others, my heels clicked on the stone floor while I received admiring looks from men and sneers from the women. When I arrived at the taxi rank I was lucky to get one straight away, I told the driver the hotel name and address and away we went. Checking my phone I saw the room number. 203, as soon as I memorised the number and the clients name I carefully secured it in my handbag between Tony's card and the condoms. I wonder to myself would the normal sized condoms fit him, especially if the myth was true. As a married woman and mother of two, how could I be in this situation? Thinking what a black mans cock was like, what would my mother say? 
   
 The whole journey Mike the driver was looking at me in his mirror trying to work out just what I was doing dressed like this, yet still with my wedding band firmly in place. Before long we drew up outside the hotel. "That'll be a tenner darling" he crowed from behind the wheel. If you ever see a woman in heels and a short dress getting out of a London taxi, you will know there is no delicate way to exit it. Stooped forward, knees bent and tottering I climbed out and opened my bag. I handed him a £10 note figuring that the looking up my skirt and down my top was enough of a tip. 
   
 The hard stone floor echoed the click click of my heels as I walk across to the bank of lifts, I wanted to avoid catching the eye of the receptionists or anyone else for that matter. Raising my hand I pressed the 'up' button then stepped back to wait trying to look nonchalant. If security were called, how on earth would I explain why I was there, dressed like this to my family and friends? All too slowly the lift pinged and the doors opened, I stepped in and the doors closed with an audible and foreboding clunk. The mirror inside gave a chance to check my hair and makeup, it was all presentable. It had to be! This was how he wanted me to look; light and dark grey smokey eyeshadow, scarlet lips, black eyeliner and my hooped earrings. Oh and I had to be fully shaved from the neck down, after a good whore pleases her client and gets handsomely paid. A slight jerk and I was at the correct floor, the doors opened and I stepped out into the carpeted corridor. Silently I moved along the carpeted corridor, the butterflies in my stomach had transformed in to huge flying hippos such was my nerves. Eventually I arrived at room 203, now I needed to knock on the door, go in and fuck the man in there. Raising my arm I made a fist and knocked which sent the noise up the corridor announcing my sleazy task. 
   
 As if by magic the door click and swung silently open, "Nigel?" I questioned. 
   
 "Yes, please come in." He was not a fat old sixty year old nor was he a handsome twenty-something. He was just a normal man, brown haired with some grey in it, slightly overweight but still good looking. Walking past him I put a little swing in my hips and moved a little more slowly. Behind me the door clunked shut and I was alone with my client. 
   
 "I'm not sure how this works" he stammered. "£250 for two hours, is that what was agreed?" 
   
 He proffered an envelope which contained my fee. Taking it I secured it in my handbag, removed five condoms and then turned to face him. 
   
 "Thank you, now let's make you comfortable." I dropped my leather jacket on the chair and sauntered towards him. It was surprising me how easily I was slipping into the role of paid whore. First I untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt which revealed his hair chest. Leaning in I kissed his neck and chest. 
   
 "I want to tie you to the bed." His request took me aback a little. "Can I? I promise that you can trust me, I just want to play with your body and make you enjoy it." I nodded. I had tried this with my husband a couple of times and had loved every moment of it. My new lover removed my dress then gasped as he looked at me. "You are very beautiful." He exclaimed. 
   
 His hand encircled my body and drew me to him, our lips met and his hands gently stroked my back as his tongue eased itself between my lips. Gently he unclasped my bra, and his hands drew the straps off of my shoulders leaving just my breasts to hold it in place. Then after kissing my neck he traced his lips over my flesh and my bra slipped to the floor. Lips drew first one nipple then the other in to his warm moist mouth as he feasted upon me. I hardly noticed that we had almost danced to the bed and he was gently lowering me on it. As I laid back he slid his hands along both sides of my body and deftly took my thong down my thighs, the excitement he had built up in me had made me very wet and the thong was almost stuck to my pussy. 
   
 "Please," he asked in a low most whisper, "slide up the bed. I want to start our enjoyment." Initially I was a little nervous but his voice and gentle manner had won me over. With just one pillow behind my head, he put the others on the other side of the room and from next to the bed he picked up a black blindfold edged in a scarlet lace. Gently he placed it over my eyes and darkness enveloped me, the elastic was put around the back of my head to secure it. With absolutely no sight, I jumped when he took my right hand and kissed while moving it to the head of the bed. Cold metal circled my wrist and the sound of small clicks signalled that he handcuff was secure. He moved off of the bed and repeated the binding of my wrist pausing only to kiss each finger. My arms were now stretched above my head, naked except for stockings, suspender belt and my high heels, I was now breathing heavily. 
   
 I felt his hand remove my left shoe and heard it being placed on the floor then the right was disposed of. My pussy lips were really flooding with blood and I was becoming increasingly wet. Something was wrapped around my left ankle, then it was pulled to the bottom corner where it was hooked to something. Again the gentle touch hooked my right ankle and I was spread-eagled and bound to the bed. 
   
 As I lay prone, practically naked and bound I could not hide my excitement. My nipples here hard and I was wet with anticipation. With your eyes blindfolded you are more acutely aware of your surroundings and your other senses are heightened. He was moving around the room and to my right a zip was opened, items were placed on my right them a click. What was it? A camera? I didn't want photos of me like this where my family could see them. No it was not a camera, maybe some sort of bottle. 
   
 "I'm going to start with your breasts," he began. Then he started gentle kisses to my nipples. A shiver went through me which increased when his teeth took a hold of it. Again he left my side, before I knew it he was at my left side and again a nipple was drawn into his warm mouth this time by suction. Fingers and mouth worked their magic on me and I felt increasingly aroused, then suddenly it stopped and I was left panting on the bed. 
   
 A cupboard door was opened, and I strained to hear anything. A rustle and a glass having ice dropped in it echoed around me. Searing shock coursed through my body beginning from my left nipple, he had teased it with an ice cube. The sensation repeated with the right nipple as ice was rubbed there too. Then his warm mouth closed over the left one and his teeth held it and began to pull, she sensation was like electricity passing through my nipples. I shook from my inner core and my body twisted from side to side. Ice returned to do its worst, first one then the other. Fingers pinched my left one and pulled it, their warmth easing the chill I had been feeling. Then a strange sensation of something not quite so cold but hard pressing it from to side. The pressure grew on it and it became painful, yet not in a bad way. The other nipple was given the ice, fingers and then the pressure and I struggled to breath as the sensation were leaving me breathless. Then it happened both of my nipples were being pulled at the same time with the same pressure. Nipple clamps and a chain! That's all it could be. My pussy throbbed and I could actually feel the wetness leaking from me. 
   
 Then it happened. A jolt of shock tore throughout my body starting in my pussy and had me convulsing on the bed tearing wildly as the restraints. A long wet cock shaped piece of ice had been inserted into me and I could feel my body reacting to it. A hot tongue flicked itself across my clit and I thrashed around like I was in the throws of some kind of fit. The ice was pulled from me and was replaced with a thick vibrating rubber toy. The vibrating pushed my climax even closer, and I spilled over the edge into orgasmic darkness when I felt the chain attached my tender nipples tugged in four or five rapid movements. 
   
 As I came too, I was momentarily disorientated and panicked when I was not able to move. Then I remembered where I was and why. Just how had I gotten myself into this position? Tied to a bed, being sexually played with for the amusement of a man who was paying to use my body. Quietly I moaned 'oh God' to myself. 
 "Ah you're awake." He said. Did I detect a note of care in his voice? Why would he care! I was just there for his sexual enjoyment. "And now we shall continue." He voice could not contain his excitement and I felt a warm breath on my thigh. His lips brush my bare shaven lips a tongue flicked between the heightening my arousal. A finger slid into and I shivered visibly then it was withdrawn leaving me empty and almost wanting him to do it again. Of course it did - over and over a finger was pushed inside me then a few short thrusts only to be withdrawn repeatedly. Then a finger entered and another one slid in causing a slight squelching noise and the two fingers worked in and out of me. A third finger was added making arch my back in ecstasy. He was stretching me, making my once tight pussy open, loose and wide. Would I be too loose for my husbands cock? Who knows? I wondered if Tony's big black cock would fit easier now my client was stretching me. 
   
 As he pumped my obscenely wet pussy, I panted trying to hold back my orgasms, my second of the night. Then I was empty, his fingers were gone. I imagined how I looked down there, surely I must be red and gaping wide and open, my thoughts were interrupted by the chain between my nipples being tugged. This further edged me towards orgasm number two, biting my bottom lip I tried to stem the flow of my excitement. I only failed when I felt something touch my pussy lips. Small explosions went off in my stomach and radiated outward engulfing my entire being. My husband had never made me cum like this. A third orgasms began to rear it's head as something long, hard and very very thick entered me. I was being stretched, opened, almost violated. Never had anything this big entered my body before, only exited when I had given birth. Orgasm three tore my mind from my body and it all went silent. 
   
 Again I came to, and I could feel that my pussy was still full of the toy he had been using. Whimpering I begged him to be gentle. All around me was silent, was he still there? Had he left me tied to the bed? Would some poor unsuspecting maid find me? Would they call the police? How the fuck would my family deal with the news I had been found bound and blindfolded on a bed, dressed only in stockings and suspenders and with a large rubber cock thrust in my distended pussy? The dildo in me began to move, sliding ever so slowly out. My pussy now gripped it and on it's outward path, it felt like it was dragging me inside out. The movement was torture, it took what felt like hours until it ws just the head in me, and there it rested. Beads of sweat ran off my brow, and down my face as I waited for the next thing to be done to me. A cool breeze swept over me, then I felt the dildo move slowly inwards, it passed the point my husbands cock could reach, then hit the depth my toy we used reached, then it hit virgin territory. Lights flashed in my eyes and began to cum again. Another powerful crescendo, my body convulsing wildly. My pussy clamped on the dildo and had it been human flesh I would surely have hurt it. Al the while blew cold breaths on me. Then with no warning he began to withdraw the toy, not to remove it but then pound me hard and insanely fast with it. It was too much and I blacked out. 
   
 Sometime later I awoke, I was unbound, unclamped and my pussy was empty. It felt wrong, it shouldn't be empty I wanted it filled. I wanted it stretched. I wanted it used. The room light was dim, but it still stung my eyes. Turning my head he was naked and looking at me laying next to me. "Now I will have you" he whispered. I looked down between my legs and I saw the object that had fired my animal lust. It was huge and now I could see it was black in colour. Rising over me he climbed between my thighs and I widened them to await him. He cock was already hard and covered in a black condom. Leaning forward, cock in hand he smiled whilst leaning over me. "That feels amazing" he said in a hushed yet excited tone. 
   
 "I can't even feel you!" I replied. "Are you in?" I enquired. He shuddered and climbed off. In a state of confusion I stared at him. Taking my left hand he twisted my wedding and engagement rings, then smiling told me to go home to my husband. I was exhausted, my arms and legs ached and my pussy was soaking wet and throbbed. He busied himself with the toys in to a bag and before leaving he thanked me. Struggling off the bed I dressed in my bra and drew the thong up my thighs, the moment it touched me I realised how sensitive I was and took it off placing it in my handbag. Into my heels and my dress on I collected my leather jacket and headed to the door. 
   
 I hardly noticed anything travelling home until I arrived outside. Our bedroom light was on, which meant my husband might be awake and would see me in my whores outfit. I opened the door and hoped to be quiet enough not to wake him but as I turned to go upstairs he was behind me. 
   
 "Nice outfit," he said with little tone in his voice so as I could not gauge his mood. "Did you have fun? You look tired, what or who have you been up to?" 
   
 "I want to go up to bed." I stated and walked past him and up and into the bedroom. In an instant he was in the room behind me, door lock and pushing me on the bed. The hem of my dress flared up and my nakedness exposed to his eye. 
   
 "You slut, you've nothing on and it's red and ... Oh my God you're gaping open!" He stammered, then he was on top of me and began pumping away. I laid there not feeling him, so I said. "Are you in me? Because ... I can't feel you!" That was the clincher, he moan and pushed against me, spurting in me. 
   
 "God that was amazing." He excitedly said as he rolled off me. 
   
 "Really?" I asked. "Just now or at the hotel?" 
   
 "Both." he said sleepily. 
   
 I watched him drift off to sleep and pushed two fingers in me feeling the wet and openness. 'Still,' I thought. 'I have Tony's number if I want to be really filled up.' 
   
 
 
 Publication Date: July 26th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-dn6799b56517655