27 comments/ 103974 views/ 41 favorites The Hotel Tryst By: Stefan_J The Hyatt hotel, Melbourne 20:13 hrs – Friday Matthew Crane studied the cordless phone in his hand with suspicion, as if it were an alien artifact and not just a few circuit boards wrapped in a hard plastic casing. It looked futuristic - sleek and evil - and he feared that once placed up to his ear it would suck him into some unimaginable void that he would never return from. It wasn't just the sleek black phone that unnerved him; it was the entire ultra-modern hotel suite that sent shivers down his spine and spirits dancing over his grave. A lot of the furniture was truly beautiful. The velvet curtains were a rich red and the plush carpet a deep sea blue - all obviously expensive, yet thrown together it looked too polished, too perfect. That was the problem; there were no flaws in the entire room. There was no dust on the furniture or chipped paint on the walls, the cushions on the couch were perfectly aligned and the bed immaculately made. Matt enjoyed the odd bouts of perfection as much as the next man, but without chaos, even just a smidgeon of it, life would be ultimately mundane. Still hanging onto the cordless phone, he walked over to the couch, picked up all four dark blue cushions and threw them to the floor. Now on a mission to manifest his own chaos, he stalked into the bedroom, tore the covers away from the queen-sized bed and tossed them to the carpet with disgust, adding much needed disarray to the bedroom. He chuckled with delight at his little anti-perfectionism protest, returned to the open phonebook lying on the antique desk and looked at the phone number again. The number had already been memorised and his memory was faultless, a machine that stored vast amounts of data without a second thought. But he was a man who disliked mistakes and seldom made them. Some may typically call this behaviour perfectionism. Matthew Crane called it survival. In his line of work if you make a mistake you might die, or worse, you go directly to jail without picking up your $200 for passing Go. Death and jail were not viable options for him, so the alternative was to be meticulous in every aspect of his work, and that meant training and maintaining his mind to memorise everything in minute detail, even in his everyday life. He entered the appropriate numbers into the keypad and he began to wonder if he really wanted to do what he was about to do. The little angel on his left shoulder was telling him to take a nice hot bath, think about Sally and relieve the tension that way. The little guy on his right shoulder with the pitchfork was being a little more forthcoming and a lot less eloquent. He told Matt that masturbation was for geeks and losers, and that the bitch the angel referred to as Sally was out of the picture, gone for good, that's all she wrote. "Call the number and get us some pussy," the little red dude ordered, immediately convincing Matt that it was definitely the best course of action available. "Hello, Marquis Escort Agency, how may we service you?" said a surprisingly young female voice into his ear. "Uh...hello there, this is actually my first time I've done this, so..." he trailed off. His face flushed red with embarrassment and he was glad the young girl couldn't see him. "Not a problem, Sir. First of all I need some of your details - name, address, age and your driver's licence number." The situation left him momentarily stunned because it was so businesslike and not at all as sleazy as he'd imagined. It was as if they were discussing the sale of a shoe-cutting knife from an infomercial, and not the hiring of a high-class escort that was getting paid to fuck him. He wasn't at all afraid of giving out personal information to a business such as the Marquis Escort Agency. Not only did he lack having a girlfriend to find out about it, he also didn't have any relatives or friends that word could get back to. He was alone. His chosen profession had left little room to form bonds and relationships. Besides, he was operating under one of six false identities - Matthew Crane was not his real name. He gave his false - yet they would survive a thorough police check - details to her and heard the tapping of a keyboard at the other end; obviously she was wearing a headset to allow free movent of her arms. "Okay," she said with a final louder tap of a key, probably the enter button. "Mr. Crane, our service only provides the girls for the night and not by the hour. We're obliged to say that the girls are only there to escort you to dinner. Whatever they choose to do afterwards is by their own accord and in no way pertinent to the money that you pay them for their company." He gripped the phone with apprehension and momentarily thought he had crossed some wires. But then, almost hearing his brain click, he suddenly realised that they had to say that for legal reasons, for if they didn't they were simply hiring out prostitutes which was against the law. "Okay," he said, his heart rate easing back into a steadier rhythm. "So, Mr. Crane, what kind of girls are you interested in?" "Well..." he hesitated. He hadn't considered this part. "White, black, oriental?" she asked patiently. "White." "How about hair colour?" she asked. "I guess I'd like a blond thanks, but it doesn't matter if she's natural or not." "Okay, would you like to specify an age? We can't guarantee that we'll be able to suit your needs exactly, but we'll get as close as possible for you." Matt was suddenly attacked by a deep sense of shame, which struck him as being ironic because in order to excel in his line of work the fewer the scruples you accrued increased your percentage of success. Morals and ethics had suddenly burst from his blind spot and sideswiped him. Christ, he was in the middle of ordering a girl as if she were a pizza, but this wasn't a fucking supreme with extra pineapple, it was a real live girl that had feelings and people that probably cared about her. And here he was, on the phone, dialling her in like some takeout food so that he could get off, so that he could fuck her and get his kicks. "Sir," the woman pressed. "Look, Ma'am...I'm sorry, but I think I've wasted your time. I really don't feel too good about doing this." He heard a sigh from the other end and he wondered if he'd pissed her off. He felt like a shit for taking up her time, when he of all people was aware of the continual ticking of the clock and that that monotonous sound meant wasted money. "Sweetie, you sound like a really nice guy," she said, surprising him due to her thus-far utterly formal nature. "If you're feeling lonely then one of our girls will keep you company. And if you decide you don't want you-know-what, that's entirely up to you." The devil on his right shoulder told him to go for it, to get the piece of ass and give it to her good. Surprisingly, the angel agreed with him but not in so many words; he simply told Matt that some company would do him good, especially that of the female persuasion. "Maybe you're right," he agreed. "Of course I am, honey. Now, how old would you like your companion to be?" "Anywhere between eighteen and thirty would be fine by me." "Closer to eighteen or closer to thirty? C'mon, it's okay if you like younger girls, I won't tell anyone." "Closer to eighteen," he admonished, his cheeks flushing red again. "And I was just wondering...uh, how much will it cost?" "It's $800 a night. But trust me, our girls are well worth the cost. We're proud to say that we're the best escort agency in Melbourne." "Okay, that's fine. Thank you for being so patient with me." "I'm happy to be of service, Matthew. We'll send her out as soon as we can for you. I hope you enjoy yourself, and don't worry, I'll make sure she's a real sweetheart for you." Click- And she was gone. Matt stared at the wall for a moment. He felt slightly sick to the stomach and wondered if he'd feel as guilty when she showed up. But then, as quick as Superman could stop a runaway train, his maleness kicked in and he began to pose a whole host of varying questions to himself. What would she look like? Would she find him attractive? Would he sleep with her and if he did, what would it feel like to have sex with a girl who he was paying to do so? Deciding to spruce himself up before the escort arrived, Matt took a nice long shower and, feeling as horny as a teenager dating a girl who had a reputation of putting out, he had to constantly resist the urge to soap up his raging hardon and stroke himself into a frenzy. After towelling himself dry, he slipped into an expensive suit and spent the next ten minutes trying to tie his tie correctly. His hands kept shaking as he thought about the girl that would be arriving shortly, and any guy can tell you that it's hard enough to get the knot and length perfect on a tie if you're not concentrating one hundred percent. There was a sudden soft wrapping of knuckles against wood, a gentle double tap that made his eyes frantically search his own in the foggy reflection of the bathroom mirror. Okay, he thought, be cool, be calm, and just act as collected and together as you do when you go to work. Matt ran his left hand nervously through his damp hair and walked from the bathroom to the front door. He gripped the ice-cold metallic doorhandle, pulled back the safety chain and swung the door inward on squeaky hinges. Ha! A flaw at last, he thought triumphantly. Any pretence at all that he could remain cool and calm flew right out the window as he focused his eyes on the young lass standing at his doorstep. Every drop of saliva withdrew from his throat and retreated to the pit of his stomach, sending his mouth drier than a thousand-year-old parchment. A cute young woman stood before him with her glossy lips partially open, a smile painted on them and her eyes boldly meeting his own. She was gorgeous, undeniably, totally and utterly gorgeous. For any man to dismiss her as otherwise would either make him as blind as the proverbial bat or so damned stupid that the poor bastard didn't deserve to live. "Are you Matthew Crane?" she asked softly, her voice so low he could hardly hear her. "Yes," he replied thickly, unable to do anything but stand there and gaze at her. Her soft, straight hair was honey-blond and terminated at her shoulders. It partially obscured the right side of her face in a perfect imitation of Veronica Lake, the elegant and beautiful actress from the classic era. Her eyes were a beautiful leaf-green, a pale pink lipstick had been lightly applied to her luscious lips and her skin was creamy in texture - framed perfectly by her lovely blond hair. The generous curves of her body were wrapped in a tight black dress, which suited Matt fine because while he tried not to favour any particular body type - he tried not to discriminate - a girl that was rounded in all the right places was definitely a bonus. The neckline of her dress showed enough cleavage to be sexy but not too much to be distasteful, and, the fabric came down far enough to show some leg, although not enough to look slutty. She looked classy but naughty at the same time, and he desperately tried to slow his hammering heart as he continued to look over her face and body. Whatever differences they may have had in the past, both his good angel and his less-than-good devil companions both agreed unanimously on one fact: she was gorgeous and he should feel lucky to be in her presence. After waiting a few moments in the hall, she smiled coyly at him and asked, "May I come inside? Unless you want to do me right out here in the hallway?" "Uh...no, that's okay. I'm sorry to be so rude, please come on in," he said, ushering her through the door and locking it behind her. When they reached the middle of the lounge room she stopped and turned to him. Her gaze was sultry and her sensuous mouth was tilted into a friendly smile. This girl was so scorching that Matt expected smoke to rise from her body or the dress to catch fire. Realising that his tie was still clenched in his hand, he threw it on the coffee table, aware that he wouldn't need it until they had properly introduced themselves. There was little more than a foot between them and she didn't hesitate in giving him a thorough looking over, starting from his feet and working her way up. When she focused her eyes on his bulging crotch her smile got wider, until finally she moved up his chest and back to his face, re-establishing direct eye contact. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, he thought absently. Her smile did look genuine and it wasn't only limited to her lips but also extended to her eyes, which sparkled with mischief. Perhaps she didn't find what she saw too unappealing. If one believed in miracles, it might even be possible that she was attracted to him. Animal attraction hadn't been the source of his previous break-up. Sally had constantly flattered Matt by calling him her 'own private spunk,' and she had positively adored having sex with him. They'd been a great couple for eight glorious months, until one night he finally decided to confide in her and divulge his true profession. Minutes later she'd left his flat crying with a handkerchief pressed to her face, muttering that he wasn't to contact her ever again. And that's all she wrote. When the lovely young girl on the phone had told him that he could spend time innocently in the company of an escort, he'd actually tricked himself into believing that he would. For some reason his little angel friend on his left shoulder had fed him lies, possibly due to being threatened by his pitchfork-holding counterpart into encouraging him to continue the transaction. After all, he was male and he did have hormones, raging ones by the feel of things downstairs. Even the pope would struggle to keep his thoughts clean in the vicinity of the sweet young woman standing in front of Matt. "What's your name?" he asked. "Nikki," she said. "And you're Matthew. Is it okay if I call you Matt?" "Matt is fine, I like that better than Matthew anyway. I hope I'm not speaking out of line here but is Nikki you real name?" "Yup, I was born Nikita, but I prefer Nikki. Why, is your name really Matt?" she teased. He couldn't believe how soft her voice was in contrast to her bold gaze. It was so feminine and sweet. It hit just the right note and he found it as alluring as every other quality she possessed. "Actually, no," he replied truthfully, amazed at his honesty. She was the first person he'd told in years that Matthew Crane was not his real name. He hadn't even told Sally his real name because she hadn't given him the chance to get that far. "Do you want to tell me your real name? Just your first, you don't have to tell me your last name. You don't have to worry, I won't tell a soul." His eyes narrowed and he tensed with paranoia. "Why do you want to know?" he asked, suddenly suspicious. Suspicion went part and parcel in his business. With the grace of a feline, she slinked forward and slipped her delicate hands around his waist and rubbed her body against his. Her breasts squished against his chest and his erection became wedged painfully between their bodies. It felt slightly foolish having his hands hang limp at his sides, so he brought them around to the small of her back and felt smooth, bare flesh. He hadn't even noticed that her dress was backless, which showed how preoccupied by her beauty he'd been. "Why do you want to know?" he repeated, this time in a softer tone. "My, my, you are a mysterious fellow, aren't you?" she whispered, pressing her lips to his. He trembled in her arms. It had been four months since he'd held a woman, kissed a woman, and while she looked like a young girl she was definitely anything but. "Do you want to know why I would like to know your name?" "Yes, I would." "Because I like to say a guy's name while he fucks me, and since we're going to fuck each other pretty soon, I thought you'd like me to say your real name," she breathed, then parted her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Matt kissed her back with quaking lips and a spinning head. It was like no other kiss he'd ever participated in. It was soft and wet, sensual yet with a touch of lust. Their tongues played together with a level of joy and excitement that could rival that of winning the national lottery, and, for Matt, merely being able to kiss this blond-haired, green-eyed girl would be worth forfeiting any fortune you could reap from a jackpot-winning lottery ticket. Kissing her was as priceless as Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa or Michelangelo's fresco on the roof of the Sistine Chapel, sexier than living in Hugh Hefner's Playboy mansion, and hotter than the blazes of hell. It was the tastiest, steamiest and most mind-numbing kiss he'd ever been given. Maybe it was just his blind hope getting in the way, but he really thought that her low murmurs and gentle moans were that of a chemistry building between them and not, as he feared, Nikki simply doing her job. Eventually, when their lips and tongues began to tire from their strenuous workout, they moved their heads back and looked at one another for a very long time. Silence eclipsed the room, time ceased to move forward. Their bodies were still pressed together, unmoving, conveying thoughts and feelings via looks and smiles instead of using bulky inadequate words that could only insult the wonderful kissing that had just taken place. Eventually, like a pin penetrating a bubble, Nikki broke through the room's auditory vacuum. "So...you're not going to tell me your name?" "I'd like to, I really would, but..." "It's okay," she said, slipping from his grasp. "I understand, it's water off a duck's back." He felt a little guilty in not telling her his name. It couldn't hurt; there was no possible way that the police could ever find him anyhow. So where was the harm? Matt watched Nikki as she ambled nonchalantly around the room, experiencing great difficulty in tearing his eyes away from her nicely proportioned body. She periodically stopped on her travels to inspecting the hi-tech video equipment and sound system, to pat the exquisite three-seater leather couch with matching recliners, and to take a casual peek inside the bedroom. From time to time she would flash him a sly look and give her ass a little shake, leaving no doubt in his mind that she knew he was removing her dress with his eyes. "This place looks like it would cost a small fortune. You must be a pretty important person to be able to afford this," she exclaimed as she sauntered back over to him. "Hardly, I'm just a regular guy. I hate to disappoint you but I'm nothing special." "You look pretty special from where I'm standing," she said, tilting her head. "So is what you do for a living as taboo as telling me your real name?" "I'm afraid it is." "You're quite the mystery, Matthew Crane, and I love mysteries. Most guys who live this lavishly can't wait to tell me all about how they made their money and how important and special they are, but not you. Not you..." "I'm not like most guys," he countered. "Well, I knew that as soon as I walked through the door. I'm good that way, very intuitive. What I don't understand is why you didn't just tell me that Matthew Crane was your real name and make up a job. Why didn't you lie to me? It wasn't as if you were in a position where you couldn't." "Honestly...and yes, pun intended," he said with a smile, "I don't know why I told you the truth, or half-truth at least. I really don't know." "Interesting," she said softly, her green eyes suddenly clouding with thought. Nikki uttered that singular word so quietly that he wouldn't have made it out had he not seen the movement of her lips. The Hotel Tryst She blinked rapidly a few times and emerged from her trance-like state with a faint blush tinting her cheeks. Flashing him a quick smile, she walked over to the couch to retrieve her handbag. "There's no nice way of saying it, so I'm just going to say it straight out, okay? Let's get the money part out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of the evening." "Oh, of course, how silly of me," he said, reaching into his trousers. He opened his leather wallet and pressed eight crisp green notes into her outstretched hand. The money sat stationary in her palm as her downcast eyes analysed the pieces of plastic with the scrutiny of a jeweller assessing the worth of an uncut diamond. Her upper teeth gnawed on her bottom lip. For the briefest of moments Matt suspected that she didn't want to accept the money. Finally, after confusing Matt with her odd behaviour, she placed the eight notes into her handbag and zipped the compartment shut. She'd received her money, now it was time for her to earn it. Nikki dropped her handbag onto the couch and strolled up to him with a sexy smile, her body swaying from side to side with the tight black dress hugging every glorious curve that it housed. Their bodies touched and Nikki dangled her arms loosely around his neck. Wasting no time, she lowered her soft, warm hands and massaged his shoulders as her lips found his, kissing him passionately. "Why aren't you touching me?" she whispered between gentle kisses. "I'm all yours; totally and utterly yours. Go ahead and touch any part of my body." "What about dinner?" "What about it?" "I thought you'd want to go out to dinner before we...you know, started getting a little bit intimate," he said, sounding every bit like a goof. He'd thought that they would go out to a nice restaurant, have dinner and talk a little bit. That's the assumption he'd made, and with that assumption he'd also factored in plenty of time to wrap his mind around the idea that he was undoubtedly going sex with her - to get used to it and psyche himself up. "Well, the term 'dinner' can be rather ambiguously interpreted," she said. "Wouldn't you prefer to stay here in the hotel room, play with me for a little while, order some dinner via room service and then play some more?" "Play?" he asked stupidly, the whole thing throwing him off kilter. "Fuck," she said. "Oh. Right...yeah, sorry, I'm a dunce. Jesus, I'm an idiot, aren't I?" "Nope," she said, rubbing her breasts back and forth against his chest. "This is your first time with a call-girl, isn't it?" Matt looked away from her and sighed with embarrassment. It was hard to imagine that he could ever feel as small as he did right then. He felt tiny, minute, and the fact that Nikki was so gorgeous only made him feel even more uneasy. "It shows that much?" "Yeah," she said, rolling her eyes. "It kinda does a bit. But hey, that's cool. To be honest, I would've been surprised if you had anyway." "Oh? Why's that?" "Because you're gorgeous, that's why. You're sweet, handsome and you're a fantastic kisser. Most girls would die to go out with you, which is what makes it so strange to see you pay for it. What is it, curiosity? Or is it something a little kinkier, like it turns you on to pay for sex?" "No...it's nothing like that. I just went through a...really bad break-up and I've kind of been feeling a bit lonely, but I didn't want to go through the dating scene again right now. To be honest, I didn't think I'd go through with this." Sally briefly entered his mind but while Nikki was in his arms she couldn't even make a brief cameo last for more than a few fleeting seconds. All he could think about was the blond beauty in front of him. Everything about her was glorious, from her sweet aroma to the look of her face and body, but most importantly of all; her personality was dynamite. She was fun, sexy and unlike any girl he'd ever met. It was quite refreshing to say the least. "I'm not going to lie to you, Matt," Nikki said huskily. "I really want to fuck you and I'll be damned disappointed if you don't want to fuck me. I've wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you. My pussy's damp as hell if you'd like to verify what I'm saying, and I hope you will, because it's been waiting for you to stick your hand down there and pat it." Scrutinising her face, he could tell that she was being sincere and not just pulling the wool over his eyes. It was the hesitation when he'd given her the money that came back to him, and there had been so many other subtle tell-tale signs that backed up what she was saying. Her eyes were searching his for some sort of answer and she looked vulnerable for the first time that night. It was as if she'd just crossed some sort of line and was afraid she'd gone too far. Matt closed his eyes, angled his head and brushed his lips against hers, giving her his answer in the form of a kiss. Their tongues writhed slowly, sliding together in a heated sharing of breath and saliva. He placed his hands on her smooth shoulders and caressed her creamy skin, stroking back and forth until he caught the twin shoulder straps of her dress underneath his fingers. Still languidly massaging her tongue with his own, he ever-so-slowly dragged the thin straps down her shoulder blades until they fell away and slapped against her forearms. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her tongue flicking against his lips. "Nothing," he whispered back. "Doesn't feel like nothing to me. If I had to guess, I'd say it feels like you're trying to remove my dress." "Then you guessed correctly." "So you've decided that you want to fuck me after all?" Moaning softly, he rubbed his stiff cock back and forth against her stomach, desperately trying to relieve some of the building tension. "What decision?" he murmured against her lips. "You mean there was ever any doubt that I would?" Nikki laughed around his exploring tongue and ran her hands through his hair. He gave her a final kiss and pulled away from her so she could remove the offensive fabric wrapped around her svelte body. She grabbed the neckline and wiggled the skin hugging dress back and forth over her breasts, and once they slipped free the material glided down her body. It fluttered down her thighs and just before it slapped against her ankles, Nikki realised that she should have removed her high-heels first. "Could you hold me steady for one second," she asked, holding out her left hand. "Thanks, just don't let go." She bent over and peeled her left shoe off, then the right, tossing both of them on the floor without looking where they landed. After stepping out of the dress, she kicked at it lightly with her toe and sent it flying away from her feet. Drool threatened to empty from his mouth as he feasted his eyes on her luscious body. Her hands caressed herself all over, rubbing at her soft round breasts, tugging at her large pale nipples with her thumb and forefingers, and then her palms journeyed southward to trace over her slightly round tummy. She was so beautifully proportioned that his cock ached at the sight of her. Matt had been hard for so long that the sight of her nude body caused him to stiffen even more. Nikki's entire body was the same milky-white skin tone as her face and it was so erotic to look at, especially the sweet juncture between her long legs where her dark blond bush was highly contrasted against her pale skin. She was a wet dream waiting to happen, better than his hottest fantasy girl, and she was smiling teasingly at him - at him! "I take it we're ordering room service?" she asked. "That would be a yes, unless you want to go to the restaurant like that?" "That would be a no," she replied, slipping back into his arms to kiss him. For a few minutes they made out, both of them with their eyes screwed tightly shut and their tongues massaging back and forth. Her hands ran through his hair with a quiet desperation while his slid down her bare back to the twin globes of her ass, cupping it, squeezing it, and then he inserted his hand between the crack and his fingers found her vagina. She parted her legs for easier access and continued their kiss, although the intensity of her flicking tongue magnified ten-fold once his hand started caressing her wet opening. Matt's index finger made contact with her clitoris. "Oh shit!" she gasped around his tongue. Nikki was obviously very sensitive down there. She arched her back and rotated her hips on the hand stuffed between her thighs, moaning into his mouth as their tongues toyed playfully. One thing was for sure - she loved kissing as much as he did, and nothing turned him on more than a girl that really put her heart and soul into a kiss. But it was more than just the kiss. It was her overall attitude and the way she melted into his body; her arms clutching his neck, the slow rotation of her hips and her throaty gasps of pleasure. There's a big difference from looking sexy and acting sexy, and, as he played with the slick outer lips of her pussy, he decided that she was one hundred percent of both. Nikki's tongue slipped from between his lips and left a trail of saliva as it travelled along his cheek and down his neck, lightly nipping him with her teeth, kissing and sucking softly on his flesh. "Why don't you take me into the bedroom," she whimpered. "We'll strip you out of these clothes and get you all nice and naked. Then we'll play with each other and be as naughty as we possibly can." He slipped his paw into hers and led her into the bedroom, unable to remove his gaze from her sexy green eyes for a single second. "What the hell happened in here?" Nikki asked. She giggled and held her free hand up to her mouth. The room was a mess. The sheets and doona were strewn all over the floor, yet the mattress' bronze fitted sheet and matching pillows remained in their proper positions, smooth and untouched by his anti-perfectionism mission a little while ago. "Chaos," he replied cryptically. "So you like chaos, huh?" He gave a sideways glance at her body and was well aware of the blatant hypocrisy in what he was about to explain to her, because she was almost perfect and he couldn't fault her in any way at all; physically as well as mentally. However, perfection is subjective. The Nikki he saw standing in front of him differed from the Nikki another man might see. She wasn't overweight by any standards, but she wasn't pathetically thin like most guys preferred; the 'model look' as Matt often called it. She had the type of body that Matt yearned for in a woman, so to him she seemed as perfect as any girl could ever get. "It's not so much that I like chaos, quite the opposite actually, it's perfection that I have a real distaste for." "Then why do you stay at these types of hotels? I don't want to be out of line but it really doesn't seem to be you. You're not like most of the guys that frequent these places." "I'm not," he said with a lopsided smile. "I usually try to stay in middle-class establishments. You blend in better there. When you stay at a place like this you draw attention to yourself and I like doing that as much as I enjoy a punch in the face." "So why are you here now?" "Well..." Moving with grace born of what had to be dance lessons or gymnastics, she twirled on the spot and used his arm as leverage, pulling herself right up against his body with expert timing and precision. "Yes?" she enquired. "I guess my sub-conscious had already decided that I was going to call a hooker all along, even though it hadn't consciously alerted me of doing so. It must have figured that a nice hotel room was a more suitable environment for female entertainment." She pressed her hand down between their bodies and rubbed his stiff cock through his trousers. Bolts of pleasure ripped through him as she gave his manhood a gentle squeeze. "Remind me to thank your sub-consciousness sometime," she said. It was remarkable - albeit slightly scary - that something was developing between himself and a prostitute. At least he thought something was happening. That was the problem, he was treading upon territory that had thus far remained unexplored, and he felt how Columbus must have when he set sail on his fateful journey. Yet his well-honed intuition told him that there was indeed a chemistry brewing. Some guys would never entertain the notion of having a romantic relationship with a hooker, but Matt Crane wasn't typical. He knew from experience that what one did for income did not necessarily make them who they were. After all, Sally had left him because of what he did for a living and what he did was probably viewed as being exceedingly more immoral in the eyes of the public than Nikki's profession. Slowly, almost teasingly, Nikki helped him remove his clothes, letting her hands glide all over his body as she slid his jacket from his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. The next items to go were his shoes, then his belt and his trousers. Standing there in his briefs, he was about to slip one of his socks off when she grabbed his hand and gave him an uncertain smile. "What?" he asked. "I have a...small request, if that's okay." "That's more than okay, go for it." "Could you maybe leave your socks on? That's such a turn on for me," she said. "I shouldn't even be asking because it's against the rules. I'm supposed to be here to cater just for you, but I didn't think you'd mind if I asked." "No," he said slowly. "Of course I don't mind. I'm...flattered that you asked me." Again, as he was about to pull down his briefs, her hand encircled his wrist and halted his movement. "Does a guy wearing briefs turn you on, too?" he enquired. "Smartass," Nikki whispered. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I just want a front row seat when you take them off." Nikki tucked her hair back behind her ears and her smile returned to being sexy and confident. She kept her eyes rigidly set on his as she dropped to her knees. His adequately proportioned cock bulged obscenely from his briefs; it was so close to her face that he could feel her warm breath and it strained at having such a beautiful girl's mouth centimetres away from it. Lowering her gaze, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the fabric, kissing his cock through the thin material. Then her tongue slipped out and began to lick him all over until every square inch of the bulge had been treated to the sensation of her tongue. "Oh, fucking hell!" he groaned. "Did that feel good?" she asked, his cock suddenly being groped by her hand, which roughly massaged back and forth over his balls as well. "Let's get rid of this annoying underwear, shall we?" All he could do was nod in the affirmative as she slipped her hands under the elastic band and lowered the fabric down his legs, asking him to step out of them when they reached his ankles. Nikki didn't waste any time. Before Matt could say 'boo,' she wrapped her hand around his swaying member and lowered her face to the tip, her lips stretching open as his rigid flesh eased into her warm mouth. With one hand she held the base of his cock and the other slid around to his ass, plying and squeezing his cheeks. Matt ran his hands through her blond hair as she sucked on him slowly, her cheeks hollowing out as the suction increased. Her lips tightened around his shaft and her mouth bobbed up and down. It was an amazing sight to say the least. A small shudder passed through him as he looked down at her: eyes closed, pink lips stretched around his aching cock, and her milky-white cheeks flushing crimson as she sucked him off. "Oh Nikki," he groaned as the pace increased. Her head was a blur of motion and the ever increasing suction of her mouth was causing him to become dizzy with pleasure. Some women go about the duty of sucking a man off with a lacklustre approach, as if showing up at all was good enough to get the job done. Not Nikki. Such was her creativity, depth of passion and obvious enjoyment in submitting to the task, that her talents went beyond being labelled artistic and overflowed into the realms of sorcery. The intensity of the magic that she was conjuring with her mouth forced him to wrap his hands in her silky blond hair in a desperate struggle to remain vertical. Finally, much to his relief, she came up for air and her pink tongue darted out as her laboured breathing bathed the head. She glanced up and offered him a kinky smile when her tongue swirled around the tip of his saliva soaked cock, licking it as you would a tasty lollipop. The hot flush had extended from her cheeks down to her neck, and he suddenly realised that she must be as horny as hell. "Why aren't you playing with yourself, aren't you horny?" he asked, almost out of breath. Nikki nodded emphatically but continued to lick his cock all over, never letting up for a second. His legs were shaking so badly that it looked like they were suffering from severe cramps, not from the pleasure of having his cock worshipped by a girl who knew how to use her mouth. "So?" he persisted. Removing her tongue from him with a frown, she said, "I'm not here to pleasure myself, I'm here to pleasure you, Matt. Two hands give more pleasure than just one." His hands were still tangled in her hair, so he gave her head a playful shake and mirrored her frown with one of his own. "Don't be ridiculous. Jesus, do whatever you want to do, okay?" She regarded him quizzically for a moment, unfazed by the fact that his slick, hard cock was bouncing around in front of her face. "Are you sure?" she asked softly. "Do you want me, like you said you did?" "Are you kidding? Of course I want you! I can't think of anything else at the moment. Even if I wasn't getting paid a dime and I'd met you at a nightclub, I'm pretty sure I'd be on my knees like this in ten seconds flat." "So imagine that you met me in a nightclub and we're just two people who are trying to make each other feel good, okay?" "Okay," Nikki said, smiling brightly. "You know, this isn't a situation I'm used to. In fact, it's never happened to me before at all." Her breathing had slowed right back to normal and he suddenly missed the warm, explosive breath that had been cast over him. Still stroking him with her left hand, Nikki slipped her right hand down her thighs, eased her legs apart and began to rub at the most tender area of her body, which was unfortunately hidden from his view by her thicket of blond pubic hair. "I'm not exactly sure what's happening between us," he said finally, feeling a little bit strange talking this way when his cock was threatening to slap against her nose. "Me neither. It's...unprecedented to say the least. Anyway, let's not bother with that at the moment, there are more important things to attend to, like having me suck on your dick." At that moment her hand fisted his cock faster, harder, and then she gave him an incredibly sexy smile and said, "Is that what you want, your cock sucked?" "Uh," was all he managed as a response. Her eyes left his and attended to the piece of carrion that was in front of her. "I'll take that as a yes, then." With the velocity of a wedge-tail eagle swooping down on its prey, she engulfed his cock in one fluid motion and sucked earnestly on him, producing obscene juicy sounds as she gobbled on half the length of his. Even with his hands wrapped in her hair he had difficulty remaining upright. The joints in his knees constantly threatened to buckle as she slurped harder on his meat, and the pleasure almost tripled when her hand slipped from the base and massaged the twin sacks underneath his shaft. In any other circumstances he would find the way her head kept jerking up and down amusing. The repetitive motion produced the illusion that she was on an everlasting loop, where the answer to every unasked question was in the affirmative. The Hotel Tryst Her soft lips formed a tight seal - a vacuum in which no suction could escape - thus trapping a large portion of his cock deep in the soft velvet heaven that was her mouth. "Nikki, oh shit, I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you don't stop," he groaned loudly. She didn't let up with his warning; in fact, it felt as if she moved up a gear and started to suck on him harder, with an intensity and passion that he'd never encountered. He tried to remove her mouth from his cock by gripping the sides of her head and pulling gently, but she countered this by slipping her arms around his waist and filling her hands with his buttocks. All ten fingers dug into his flesh and his cock slammed deeper into her mouth. "Nikki, I'm not kidding around here." The lewd gobbles and slurps increased, as did the brilliant sensations of having his cock so expertly sucked. Matt wasn't ready to cum yet. He wanted to cum long after his cock had been buried inside her pussy, while they were fucking each other for the first time. There was no way he was going to get her face away by pulling her head, after all, he didn't want to hurt her. So he quickly unravelled his hands from her hair and instantly backed away from her, but what he hadn't factored into the equation was that she had intuited his plan and was ready to respond with one of her own. As quick as he was she was equally as fast, scooting along the carpet on her hands and knees as he attempted to escape her clutches, his cock still stuffed deep inside her mouth and ready to erupt in a gush of semen. With his plan already failing miserably, insult was added to injury when his feet tripped on the sheets he'd torn from the bed not an hour beforehand (chaos, he again thought) and they sent him sprawling to the floor with Nikki in hot pursuit, never giving up her tasty hotdog. "Ow," he said as he hit the floor, cushioned however by the doona and sheets. Even this didn't dislodge his penis from Nikki's mouth - all it did was incite a round of giggles that vibrated along his stiff flesh. She glanced up at him, her eyes swimming with mischief as her cheeks sucked inwards with the pressure of her outstanding blowjob. "Ugh," was all he could mutter as he felt the familiar stirring in his balls. He was seconds away from spraying the insides of her mouth with his warm, sticky cum, and quite frankly he couldn't wait. At the latest possible instant, just before he sailed past the point of no return, she jerked her mouth away from his cock with a long suck and sat up sporting a huge grin as her ample breasts rose and fell from exertion. "No, no, no, no," he chanted quickly, bringing his hands around in an effort to choke out the much needed release. Before he could grab his cock and stroke himself into an orgasm, Nikki launched at his body and tackled him, pinning his arms above his head and sitting on his stomach. His hips bucked wildly but his cock fucked nothing but air. Matt shuddered in frustration and groaned loudly. When a man gets that close to blowing his load it becomes extremely painful in the nether regions. He squirmed in absolute agony as his cock and balls shot lightning bolts of pain through his gut. "You'll be okay in a minute," she said, looking down at him with her brow furrowed in worry. "I'm really, really sorry." Then she pressed her lips to his, shoved her tongue into his mouth and kissed him hard. The sound of their kissing was the only stimulus resonating through his eardrums over the next few minutes, and eventually his hips refrained from bucking and the pain subsided somewhat. "What're you trying to do, kill me?" he groaned with a shaky laugh. Nikki wasn't laughing though. She pouted at him and kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his mouth, neck and nose, showering him with so many tender kisses that he was shocked but pleasantly surprised. "I'm so sorry, Matt," she cooed. "I just couldn't stop sucking it because it tasted so fucking nice. And it wasn't just that, it was the fact that it was your cock, yours, and I didn't want to let go of it until I tasted your spunk - yet at the same time I didn't want you to cum until we fucked, and God, I really want fuck you right now and not later." Sweat had accumulated on her brow and her eyes frantically searched his. They were desperate, lustful, and there was no doubt in his mind that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. It was a strange world where you could fall for a girl that sold her body for money, but here he was, lying on his back with his arms around a girl of that description, totally naked and professing a need that he so desperately wanted to fulfil. Nikki rose to her feet and he held out his hand to her. Taking it, she helped pull him up from the floor and pressed her hands to his bare chest, massaging his skin and giving his nipples a few playful pinches. The tip of his glistening cock nudged her stomach and she glanced down at it with shock. It was an angry red, completely coated in her saliva and pointing straight up at her face, almost as if it was accusing her of being in its hardened state when it should have been shrinking rapidly by now. Matt stroked her cheek and she tore her eyes away from his member and gazed into his own murky brown orbs. "Did I do that?" she said. "Uh huh." "Well," she said, flashing him a coy smile, "I think that seeing as how I'm the cause, it's my civic duty to provide the cure. Do you think that's fair?" "Yes," he whispered. "I think that's very fair." She licked his lips and gave him a soft kiss. "Do you think fucking me will cure it?" "You could be on to something." "I don't want to be on anything; I want you to be on me." He gave a small laugh and said, "Sounds good." "You bet it does." She stopped stroking his chest and walked over to the bed. After climbing on to it, she lay down on her back in the middle of the mattress, spread her legs and showed him everything he desired to see. Just like every other aspect of her luscious, erection-inducing body, her vagina was exquisite and complimented an overall package that could make a man cry with happiness. The exterior of her pussy was a pale pink and slightly dewy. Nikki's legs were spread so far apart that her lips were forced to open up like partially bloomed flower, giving his eyes access to the silky pink skin inside and a clit that would have been otherwise hidden. It looked hard and ready to be stroked. Her nipples were stiff, pebbly nubs, her blond hair was in disarray and her mouth was tilted into a soft smile of approval as he practically drooled over the sight of her exposed body. It was obviously clear that he liked what he was viewing. Lying down next to her, he pressed his hand against the outer lips of her pussy and caressed her gently, opening her up with one set of fingers while rubbing at her clit with the other. "Would you like me to return the favour?" he asked. "Huh uh," she said with a shake of the head. "I need that cock shoved up inside me as soon as possible. Your tongue won't be enough to satisfy me." He pressed a finger into her and offered her a warm smile. "What if I want to eat you out? Maybe I don't feel like fucking you just yet." "I don't care what you want," she pouted, breaking another so-called rule she was supposed to uphold. "I need you to fuck me, not eat me!" And with that, she grabbed hold of him by his armpits and hauled him onto her body, his finger slipping from her opening as he landed on top of her. The underside of his erection became wedged against her slippery slit and her fingers instantly honed in on him like his cock was a beacon. Holding him firmly in her hand, she guided the head between her legs and pressed it against her slick entrance. "I want you to fuck me, not eat me," she repeated, though this time her voice was a whisper and her face was relaxed. Soft lips brushed his and she kissed him, and as her tongue entered his mouth she manoeuvred his cock into her opening and eased a fraction of it inside. "Wait," he said gently. She looked up at him with a pained expression and an eyebrow hooked questioningly. "Shouldn't I be wearing a condom?" Her mouth fell open and her eyes flew wide. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "I wasn't even thinking about that! I was so wrapped up in thought of fucking you that...I forgot all about it!" "You've got some in your purse, right? I'll go grab one quickly." Before he could move, she grabbed his arm to stop him and then bit at her bottom lip, her eyes searching his. "You really haven't fucked a girl in four months?" "No..." "I know I'm clean," she said. "I was tested a month ago and I always make guys wear condoms because it's the company policy. So if you're sure that you're clean, then I think you should just go ahead and stick your dick right up inside me, right now." Still pressed slightly inside her dripping opening, his cock was yelling at him to do as she said and to hurry up about it. He knew that he was clean, because the only woman he'd slept with in the past year was Sally Kensington. Both of them had been disease free at the time, so it was only logical to assume that he was clean now. "I'm clean," he finally admitted with a nod of his head. Without hesitation her legs scissored around his torso and his body was jerked downwards, leaving his cock nowhere else to go but to drive deep into her wet vagina. Every last inch slipped completely into her until it had magically disappeared, buried so completely that the furry sack of his scrotum snuggled against the skin that separated her pussy from her asshole. "Oh yes," she sighed contentedly, wrapping her arms around his back. "You'll never have any idea how much I need this, to have your beautiful cock in me." "How does it feel to break the rules?" "Chaotic," she said, causing him to smile. "You know, I'd be instantly fired if they ever found out I fucked you without a condom." He pressed his mouth against hers and gave her a tender kiss, then moved down to her neck and nuzzled her. "Would you still like to know my real name?" "More than anything," she whispered. He paused for a few moments, savouring the awesome sensation of his cock being hugged by her scorching hot pussy. "It's...Daniel." "Thank you," she said. "It's a nice name. I think you should use it more often." It was such an incredible feeling being inside her body, so warm and soft, and the fact that she looked as cute as she did only made him feel hotter and hornier. He wasn't even able to touch on what made him attracted to her for more than sex. To be perfectly honest, it didn't bother him in the slightest that she screwed other men to make money. "Look at me, Daniel." He stopped kissing the nape of her neck and raised his head to meet her eyes. She looked sad and unsure of herself, almost vulnerable. "Do I disgust you?" she asked demurely. "Yeah, you're a regular Hunchback of Notre Dame." "No, I didn't mean my looks. I meant my job, selling my body for money." "No." "Then it excites you? "No, it doesn't particularly excite me. I'd be a hypocrite to judge you, and I like you way too much to do that. I'm not proud of what I do for a living either, but I do it anyway because it's what I know and what I'm very good at." "I'm very good at what I do, too," she said with a wry smile. What Daniel found strange was that the urgency that had both gripped them had suddenly dissipated. Sure, he was as horny as hell and cock deep in pussy, but good sex was more than just sticking your dick in and out until you had an orgasm. It was simply so much more than that. "Would you like to be on top?" he asked. "No, that's alright, I like being underneath you. Thanks for asking though. I've never met a guy that's asked." "I'm not like every guy." "I've noticed that. Boy have I noticed that." Smiling at her, he pulled his cock out of her pussy until just a little bit was left imbedded. "Look at your cock," she sighed, staring between their bodies. "Look how slick and shiny it is. You're the reason that I'm so wet." Unable to control the lust flooding through his loins, he pushed his entire length back into her and they started to fuck each other to a nice slow rhythm. Their bodies slapped together gently, both of them meeting the other halfway, causing his hard pole to slide deep down into her again and again, over and over. The act was made even sexier due to the fact that they couldn't take their eyes off each other's faces. The flush that had risen in her cheeks when she'd given him the blowjob was back in full force, tinting her skin in a reddish hue that spurred his hips to thrust deeper and harder. Her eyes were limp and hazy, unfocused, and every now and then her pink tongue would snake out of her mouth to lick her lips. It was a face he certainly wanted to see covered in his sperm, and he was sure that if he asked she'd be more than willing to accommodate to his wishes. "God, you have a lovely pussy," he groaned, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out as he fucked her. She was so wet that there was no friction whatsoever, and when he increased the tempo of his thrusts a sticky squelching sound emanated from her pussy each time his cock went deep. As Daniel continued to pound his body against Nikki's, he suddenly realised that her neck was at an odd angle to the mattress and that she didn't have any support at all. He slammed deep and leaned over to grab a pillow, then slipped it under her neck before resuming the pace they'd set. "You're a real sweetheart, you know that?" she said affectionately. "It looked terribly uncomfortable for you," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her. Their hips churned as they French kissed, turning her juices into a thick, buttery substance that overflowed onto his balls and dribbled down her thighs. Upon each downward stroke of his cock she would rotate her pussy and grind it against his crotch as if she was trying to press it even further into her body, when in fact it was in as far as it could ever go. "Oh, this feels so good," she gushed. "I bet you've missed this. I bet you've spent many lonely nights jerking off to the thoughts of fucking someone. Keeping this cock away from a girl for four months is a crime." "I agree. What should my punishment be?" "Incarceration. Your cock should be remanded in my pussy's custody until it thinks you've served the time that fits the crime." "If you say so," he grunted. "Yeah, I definitely say so." Nikki's breathing became hoarse and her sensuous mouth was emitting tiny gasps of pleasure. His cock continued to plough in and out of her slippery opening, and Matt felt her pussy contract around him as her body started to shudder. "Oh God," she cried with a long soft moan, screwing her eyes shut tightly and wrapping her arms and legs around his body as if she was never letting go. Males the world over had their theories on the female orgasm and half, if not all of them, believed they could tell when a woman was faking. Daniel was one of those guys that openly admitted he didn't have a clue if a woman faked it, but as Nikita shuddered in his arms and cried out softly, he would've laid down good money to bet that it was real. The way she came was simply too subdued and underplayed to be false, unless of course she was an extremely good actress. Daniel had heard that most women screamed their lungs out when they faked it, yet Nikki was being much too restrained to be in that category. He caressed her cheek as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her weeping pussy, which of course was another indication of her orgasm being real. Surprisingly, he wasn't even close to cumming and he secretly hoped that he would be able to get her off a second time before he had to end the amazing sexual experience he was partaking in. "Open your eyes, I want you to look at me while you cum," he said gently, a shudder passing through his body as he gazed at her gorgeous face. The red hue had migrated from her round cheeks to her neck with a vengeance, while rivulets of sweat trickled from the pores where her skin was at its hottest. Her lips were shiny and slack, half-opened with a perpetual pant escaping them. With his full weight pressed against her, her breasts rubbed invitingly against his chest with each rise and fall of her ragged breaths, the nipples stiff and stroking his skin provocatively. Her expressive green eyes sprung open and gazed up into his. A small smile spread across her pink lips and she let out a final, agonised moan as her pussy convulsed around his cock. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" she chanted softly, her hips jerking out of sync as she came. There was nothing more satisfying to Daniel than watching a woman cum. To him it was more gratifying than his own orgasm, simply because he loved looking at women and knowing that they were excited because of him and what he was doing to them. Watching Nikki cum was priceless; he'd never seen it look as sweet or as sexy as the way she reacted to him. Just as he was about to press his lips to hers, she grabbed the sides of his head and forced his mouth against her tongue, beating him to the punch. It was a scintillating experience to kiss a woman as she was coasting down from an orgasm. The sighs, moans and gasps Nikki made as her tongue lapped at his shovelled more coals into his sexual fire, encouraging him to fuck her faster, and his cock invaded her pussy with renewed vigour. "Don't you dare stop fucking me," she panted, pulling her tongue from his mouth and kissing his cheek and neck. "And try to hold on until you make me cum again. God, I'm so hot and horny that it shouldn't take long for you to finish me off again." Her ass slid up to meet one of his deep thrusts and he slipped his hands underneath her body, filling both palms with her curvaceous bum. With ample leverage now, he flipped himself over onto his back while pulling her body on top of him, landing with his cock buried inside her pussy, never once threatening to leave its lovely new home. "Oh wow," she gasped, her eyes leaping wide. "You should warn a girl before you go doing something like that." "Well, it was supposed to be a surprise." "It was definitely one of those and a nice one at that. Mostly I hate being on top, but I'm going to enjoy every second that I ride you." With her eyes screwed shut, face slack and lips parted into a perpetual silent squeal, Nikki bounced up and down on his rigid tool, completely impaling herself and slamming him right up inside her warm body as he lay still and let her fuck him. "You have no idea how good that feels," he groaned. "I think I have some idea," she sighed breathlessly. "From where I'm sitting it feels fucking spectacular!" The view was amazing. Her honey-blond hair flipped about in time with her hip movements and her lovely chest also jiggled with each jolt. Unable to help himself, he reached up and filled his hands with them, rubbing and squeezing her generous melons, tugging on her hard nipples. Squealing with girlish delight, she began to grind her wet crotch even harder against his, squirming around on his cock with wild abandon. For the past few minutes he'd been teetering on the edge, managing to hold himself back from the inescapable release he so desperately wanted to refrain from. Unfortunately his cock disagreed with his mind - it was ready to shoot forth the cum stored inside and it wasn't taking no for an answer. "Ride 'em cowgirl," she panted, her hips slapping against his at a blind rate. Her breaths became ragged again and her pussy muscles loosened around his cock as she slid up to the tip, but upon her downward thrust they clenched around him and a pleasurable sigh fell from her lips.