0 comments/ 20000 views/ 1 favorites Hotel Seduction By: mysticalelf It had been a long time since we'd actually had two minutes to ourselves, to be alone. We'd finally gotten our asses to the hotel in downtown Pittsburgh and the king size bed looked extremely appetising as we strolled through the double doors leading to our suite. It was the usual room we always had when we stayed in Pittsburgh and I heard the usual response when we walked through the door. "Fucking hell man." I just looked at him. "What? What's the matter with it this time?" "Nothing darling," he mumbled. "Nothing if you don't mind all the extra shite they have splashed all over the place." I looked around at the familiar room. The large bed stood between the ceiling to floor windows and was draped in the usual creamy satin duvet. There were red high backed velvet chairs placed around a card table, a wet bar and a couple of soft cream colored leather couches which sat at angles to the wide screened plasma TV. I instantly knew what he was talking about though. The hotel had kindly placed fresh flowers here and there around the room and apparently he wasn't pleased with this idea. The more basic the room, the happier he always was. I on the other hand loved this sort of thing. I breathed in deeply, loving the exotic smells that wafted up my nose. He sighed! "I'll sneeze all night," he grumbled as he turned around to close the large oak door. "You'll be fine," I reassured him. "I'll ask them to come and remove them if you like." He pulled me into his arms, his large hands splayed across my lower back "You're a doll." I leaned up, kissing the subtle scar on his chin. "And you're a pain in the ass! Let me give the front desk a ring." I pulled away from him, but he held on tight. "You don't have to if you don't want to you know." He looked around at the gorgeous arrangements. "Just leave them." "No, sweetheart, it's fine. Go have your shower. They'll be gone when you get out." He finally let go and turned around pulling his black t-shirt up over his head. He looked tired and worn out. It had been a hellish couple of years when I looked back on it. He'd been in a nasty motorcycle accident two years prior. After surgeries and multiple broken bones being fixed, he'd quickly bounced back. Doctors had been amazed at his recovery rate, but the effects from it all still haunted him. I was picking up the phone when he yelled. "You gonna join me?" He was peaking his head around the bathroom door, his dark hair a stark contrast to the pale wall he clung to. "Yes, I can do that." He smiled that boyish grin I'd fallen in love with so many years ago. My heart still melted every time I saw him and he knew it. "Fucking brilliant," I heard him say as he disappeared into the now steamy bathroom. "Fucking brilliant," I repeated whimsically. "Pardon ma'am," I heard through the phone. "Um nothing," I laughed back at the unknown voice. "Can you come and pick up these flowers please. My husband has allergies to...." I looked around the room. "Orchids. Yes orchids." I had no idea if there was a single orchid in the bunch of flowers I saw scattered here, there and everywhere, but orchids seemed like the right thing to say at the time. He assured me someone would be there immediately and I hung up the phone. Not one minute later, four people bombarded our room, scooping up flower arrangements and apologizing profusely. I reassured them everything was okay and that it was a genuine mistake. I breathed a sigh of relief as they exited swiftly out of the room, still apologising on their way out the door. "Bloody hell! The things I have to do for him," I said to myself as I slipped out of my black slacks and green velvet top with the spaghetti straps. A subtle smile crept over my face as I thought of the many times he'd slip a finger into those straps and pull them down my arms to kiss a bare shoulder. I guess that intense spark that had been lit so many years ago still burned quite brightly when I really thought about it. Our love for each other hadn't diminished much over the years. In fact, if anything, it had probably grown stronger. I wondered what his plans were for this evening. I figured something was on his mind the way he'd pulled my hips closer towards his when he'd held me. Shaking my head, I decided my wandering mind was wrong as I remembered his weary features on his way into the bathroom. "Are you coming?" he shrieked just as my hand hit the brass handle of the shower door. "I'm here for God's sake." His face lit up as I stepped into the large two-person shower. "Well I didn't know." "You would if you opened your eyes once in a while." I laughed. "I don't have my glasses on," he said. I slapped his shoulder. "You aren't that blind. Surely you can see two feet in front of your face." "Sometimes! When I have to, I can," he said with a quirky smile. He pulled me closer towards him. My belly pushed up against his. "Fuck, this is nice," he said gently, his forehead pressing against mine, his arms draping over my shoulders. "My neck's killing me today." "The doctors said it would take a while for you to be back to normal. You can't rush these things," I informed him for the hundredth time. "Yeah, I know. It's more of a pain in the ass then anything. I'll take a pill when I get out of here." Leaning forward, I gave him a long heart-felt kiss, allowing it to speak for itself. "You won't need a pill when I'm done with you." My eyebrow raised slightly. "Turn around." "Jesus!" He chuckled at my straight-forwardness. He paused before he spoke. "Give me a kiss first." Sliding my hands around his waist, I pulled him under the spray flattening my chest against his. My lips brushed across his mouth quickly before I pulled away. "You're such a tease sometimes." He grasped my arms gently but firmly pulling me towards him. He kissed me tenderly, our lips barely touching. It was a usual kiss, him kissing my upper lip first then catching my lower lip and gently sucking. His hand reached up, cradling the curve of my jaw as the spray slashed against us, running in rivulets between our bodies. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as I pushed myself against him, my nipples tightening and hardening against the hairs that adorned his chest. My hands slid up his sides as his fingers trailed down my neck to hold me in this vulnerable position. He new he had me. I wouldn't move till he released his grasp. He reminded me about the simple art of kissing, how lips parted allowing tongues to probe into each other's mouths, to taste each other. Finally he let go and after a deep breath he slowly and deliberately whispered against my mouth. "Now I'll turn around. What do you have planned?" I stared at him. "Well I was going to wash your back." A sudden flush crept from my chest up to my cheeks. "Now, all sorts of things are floating through this head of mine," I laughed. "Really?!" Excitement emanated from him. "Yes really. Now turn around." My hand pushed on his shoulder in an attempt to turn him to face the wall. He ignored my request. Instead he leaned towards me, his lips lightly brushing against my cheek as he spoke. "Are you getting turned on?" he teased. His hand rose to cup the back of my neck, his fingers sliding across that vulnerable spot. I could feel him getting hard as he uttered those words, his cock pushing intrudingly between my legs. He pulled away slightly waiting for my response, his hips still tight against mine, his fingers now weaving themselves into my damp curls. The flush was creeping up my chest to my cheeks. Even after all these years he knew how to get a reaction out of me. "Jesus Christ, do you have to be so blunt all the time?" I asked. He nodded slowly, his eyes flashing from one of mine to the other. His hand opened slightly before he balled it into a loose fist, pulling my head back, exposing my neck and pushing my breasts forward. They rose and fell before him, their pink tips visibly hardening under the spray of the water. I felt unsteady on my feet, my body swaying slightly as his lips brushed lightly over my neck. His mouth opened and closed over the smooth skin, kissing gently. I let out a gasp as his weight pushed me backwards, my warm skin suddenly being pressed against cold tile. With one hand on my hip, his other slid from behind my neck, fingers trailing down my neck and lower still. Fingers circled my right breast where he then cupped it, its weight resting in his palm. I didn't have the largest breasts by any means, but they seemed to fit perfectly in his hands and thank God, I thought to myself, as he seemed to have an infatuation with them. His fingers rolled and tugged at my nipple, his tongue lapping a trail from the hollow of my neck to just below my earlobe. My body quivered under his touch. "Put your hands behind you head," he instructed quietly. I looked at him with glossy eyes. "Go on, put your hands up behind you head," he repeated I lifted my arms up, linking my fingers together and did as I was told. He stood back from me, staring at every curve of my body. His eyes wandered from the curve of my breasts to the dark mound of hair that topped my bare pussy lips and back up again. "You're perfect," he murmured. I instinctively dropped my hands, my insecurities taking over. "No! No leave them up. Please," he pleaded. I brought them up again and watched him trace a circle around each nipple with his fingertip. My breath was coming in short pants as he drew pictures over my chest, his finger occasionally flicking over my nipples. "I fucking mean it," he said suddenly as he brought his mouth forward, taking one nipple lightly between his lips. He teased it sucking it into his warm mouth as his other hand fingered and tugged the other one to a hard bud. I instantly felt a wetness forming between my legs. Pushing my chest forward, I encouraged him to suck harder. He'd suck and pull at one nipple before switching sides, his mouth leaving a wet trail as his mouth danced from one side to the other. Sighs and moans escaped my mouth as he pressed the length of his body to mine. Here I'd wanted to seduce him and he'd ended up turning things around. I wasn't going to deny him it however. I wanted it and I wanted it badly. His lips left my chest and slowly worked their way down my belly as he got to his knees. He paused at that tender spot right above my belly-button, kissing and licking a circle around the small indent. It triggered a response straight between my legs, my pussy suddenly aching for his touch, his tongue, for anything as I arched against him, my hands suddenly dropping and grasping hard on his shoulders. I dug my nails into the tender flesh as his hands lowered from my breasts to cup around my ass, to hold me still. His tongue rolled lazily over my belly until his chin hit my hairline. His kissed my stomach. Looking up at me, his eyes met mine and that boyish smile once again spread across his face. "I want me some of this," he said matter-of-factly. I laughed at him and his candid remark. "Well hurry up then," I told him, my pussy begging for attention. "Get on with it." He kissed down the smooth crease of my leg before placing his mouth against the most intimate part of me. Slowly his mouth opened his tongue pressing against the shaven flesh. He licked upwards, along the wet folds till I gasped, allowing my head to fall back against the tile. My hand instinctively went to his head, stretching my fingers through his hair as he pressed his tongue into me. He'd swirl his tongue up and down brushing it over the swelling bud of my clit then back down, delving into the depths he found there. I struggled to look down, to see his head buried between my legs, as he tasted and feasted upon the sweetness he found there. His tongue licked, his mouth sucked as he took me to new heights, my body responding with an amazing intensity. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh, pulling one leg up and over his shoulder. It exposed more of me, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough. His hands slid from around my ass to pull me open. Hot breath instantly hit my clit as he moved in, flicking his tongue over it. Shock waves shot through me, rolling from the tight knot of my clit to the very pit of my stomach. My hips shot forward as he sucked me gently into his mouth, the hard pearl he sought rolling off the tip of his tongue. "Oh God yes," bounced off the walls of the shower as his left hand came up over the mound of scant hairs continuing to hold me open as his right hand pushed a finger deep inside me. It was quickly joined by another finger where he rotated them slightly till he found the spongy mass along the front wall of my pussy. His fingers brushed over it sending a tidal wave of heat and intense tingling to the very core of my being. My orgasm approached fast, his fingers fucking me, his mouth launching a brutal attack on my clit. It hit with a vengeance, my hips meeting his finger movements. My thighs quivered as my hips jerked. Hot wetness rolled onto his tongue, coating his fingers as he twisted them inside me as my orgasm exploded, taking over my body, launching me to unbelievable heights. It slowly subsided and my thigh slipped off his shoulder as he rose from between my legs, his fingers still nestled deep inside the hot cavern of my pussy. He kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth, slow and meticulous. He kissed my upper lip then pulled my lower one between his teeth as I caught my breath. Finally opening my eyes, I caught him looking at me as he slid his hand from between my legs. "Shit! What happened there?" I asked breathlessly. "It was me supposedly making you feel better." We both laughed as he pulled me even closer towards him. "Oh, there's still time for that," he informed me. The hard shaft of his cock verified this as it twitched against my hip. * * * * My body still tingled as I dusted Chanel talcum powder all over my damp skin. He had left the bathroom a few minutes earlier, a towel wrapped around his hips, with instructions to 'hurry up'. I ran my fingers through my damp curls before pulling the silk nightshirt over my head. I'd pulled the high cut panties up over my hips earlier, wondering what the point was really, considering he'd have them pulled off again in no time flat. He was always so impatient. It was a rare occasion when he would linger, taking his time to slowly undress me from the top down. He always seemed to start at the bottom and work his way up. Yes, the panties would come off first I thought. My lips curled into a subtle smile at the very notion. Flicking off the light, I strolled into the bedroom finding him on the bed, his long lean frame sprawled across half of it. He was in his typical pose, his hands linked behind his head, ankles crossed, watching TV. The white towel was still the only thing adorning his body. Reaching for the remote he flicked off the TV. Then throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, he sat up. "Well look at you." "Typical hey?" I suggested. I tucked an unruly curl behind my ear. He continued looking at me. "No!" he said matter-of-factly. I watched his tongue run over his lower lip. "Come here." Walking up to him, I found myself standing between his spread knees. He quickly locked his arms around my thighs pulling me towards him where he inhaled deeply. "Always the same," he said quietly. "Pardon?" "You have that certain smell about you. You mask it with this fragrance and that, but you can't hide what's underneath." He looked up at me. My eyes met his. "And I fucking love it!" he stated with a grin. "Well that's a good thing I'm thinking," I said smiling back at him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I pushed away, but he pulled me back sharply. "Where you going?" His voice had that mischievous tone about it. His eyes locked on mine. His hands wandered up the silky material of my nightshirt till they hit the curve of my breasts. I could feel his fingers making small circles on the undersides of them. Suddenly, his hands flattened and he lifted them up. It was as if he were judging the weight of them in his palms. My nipples instantly hardened beneath his touch. "Well?" he asked again. "Nowhere," I sighed quietly as my eyes closed. "I didn't think so," he replied. His hands dropped to my hips where he proceeded to pull me onto the bed with him. My body pressed flat against his as I let out a shriek, my full weight now resting on top of him. I could feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my bottom where his hands lingered before pulling my legs up and over so they rested on either side of his hips. I straddled him easily, my legs still very flexible from years of ballet and dancing. With my hands flat on the bed, I pushed myself up and stared. Dark hair was splashed across the comforter; his blue eyes piercing as he looked at me. His hand reached up as he tucked my still unruly hair behind my ears. Insane it was I though to myself as he always seemed to be touching it. Suddenly he pushed himself onto his elbows and sat up. He kissed the soft skin of my neck, just below my ear, his mouth grazing over well known sensitive spots. How easily I could succumb to him and I still often wondered if he'd made love to all women this way. I breathed an audible sigh as he worked his way down, his lips sliding over the satin fabric of my nightshirt. Still leaning back on his hands, he moved between my breasts. He hovered. I anticipated his next move. Expert hands undid the buttons of my nightshirt as he meticulously and slowly exposed a little bit more of my skin with each movement. As he undid the final one, I felt his mouth so hot, so close that it sent a shiver straight through me causing goose-bumps to rise up and down my arms. My nipples instantly hardened. That warm moist spot between my legs suddenly grew wetter. He was intoxicating. Warm hands crawled up my sides till they cupped my breasts. Palming each one he rubbed a thumb surely over each hardened nipple sending waves of desire to the very pit of my stomach. "These are fucking incredible," he mumbled into my chest. I just closed my eyes relishing in the feeling of his mouth gliding over the roundness of them. He left no part untouched, kissing, licking, pulling my nipples into his mouth where he grazed he teeth over them gently. His cock felt hard and thick between my legs, growing and throbbing constantly, letting me know its presence. I'd been amazed by the thing the first time I'd seen it. It was perfect as far as penis's go, but I'd wondered just how on earth he was going to slide it into my petit body. Nature did what it was supposed to though and before long we were fucking insanely, grabbing and taking each other at every possible opportunity. I remember many times where we'd be doing the most casual of things. The next minute, he'd have me on my back, on all fours or up against the wall, my panties pulled to the side, his cock hovering at my entrance waiting to plunge into the warm depths between my legs. Time had slowed him down, but he made love with the same intensity, if not more so at times. He looked up at me. "Do you want a drink?" "God, I don't know. Do you think we should, you being on these pain pills? And you've been........" "I know," he said. "I'll only have one. I mean it!" "Okay. Go on then," I said running my finger across his clean shaven chin. He planted a kiss on me quickly before helping me climb off his legs. He almost ran to the bar. I walked up behind him, circling my hands around his waist. He smelled so good and I quickly buried my face in his damp hair. I found myself wanting to drink every part of him in since his accident. Turning around, he handed me a snifter of cognac. He held up his glass. It had double the amount of cognac in it that I had in mine. I gave him a wry look. He grinned. Hotel Seduction As she sat on the bed in her hotel room waiting for her young lover, Karen Taylor thought back to how it all began. The forty-four year old dressmaker, who was married to fifty year old Ken, a successful business man, was frustrated. Their sex life had become practically non existent. Her assistant and friend, Mary Lewis noticed her frustration as she passed the office. At their tea break Karen finally spilt her woes to Mary with tears in her eyes. Mary put her consoling arms around her friend. "I don't like to say this, Karen, but it seems to me that your husband is either having an affair or just too stupid to see what he's missing," said Mary, not mincing her words. "Oh, Ken's not having an affair. He's just so damn busy..." Karen was cut off. "Well, he's not satisfying your needs. Isn't high time you did something about it? If you don't, you're going to drive us all around the bend with your frustration." responded Mary. Karen was shocked. "Am I that obvious?" she asked. Mary simply nodded. "But what can I do?" asked a puzzled Karen. Mary sighed and then reached for her handbag. She took out a small card and handed it to her boss. Karen was stunned when she read it. "Discreet Escort services. Discretion guaranteed." "Are you serious?" asked Karen, almost stuttering her words. "Well, it works for me," responded Mary with a sly grin. "You mean..." "That's right. Bill and I hardly even talk anymore, let alone fuck," replied Mary firmly. Karen was gob smacked. ""No, no, no. I can't do that," responded Karen, in a confused and uncertain tone as she attempted to hand Mary the card. "Keep it, Karen. You never know. You may just find what you need," was all Mary would say. *** Several weeks went by and Karen's frustrations continued unabated. As a business woman Karen was a member and Vice Chairperson of the local small firms association in Longhurst Green, Devon. It was in this capacity that Karen travelled to the coastal town of Brimmington, w for the annual conference of all the business associations. It was a boring event but at least it was a weekend away from the humdrum of the shop. Finally, on the last day of the conference and feeling a need to have sex, Karen took the card that Mary had given her from her hand bag. After an initial hesitation she rang the number and gave her requirements and her hotel room number. Karen went up to her room after supper and waited. She had booked her escort for ten pm. To kill time she poured a drink and lay on top of the bed and began to read the various reports from the meeting. Several times she put them down and imagined just what this young man might be like and just what they would both get up to. She shook her head and resumed reading. Karen became so engrossed that when there was a tap on the door she was a little startled not having realised the time had passed. "Just a moment," she shouted as she hurried to hide her large round rim glasses before jumping off the bed. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. Satisfied she was properly neat and tidy Karen went over to the door and opened it. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that stood before her. "Danny?" cried Karen as the shock of seeing her nephew sank in. "Oh my God, Aunt Karen. They must have given me the wrong room number," he said as he looked at the card in his hand. Danny was about to turn and run but Karen's hand grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the room and his aunt slammed the room door. She snatched the card from his hand and read it. "You're the escort?" she asked. "You're my client?" was all Danny could reply. 'Client?' thought Karen. "Sit down, Danny," she ordered. Danny, still shocked, sat on the bed. Karen poured each of them a drink before sitting beside him. Danny Lassiter was Karen's twenty year old nephew, the son of her younger sister, Jill. He was studying at university, or at least, that's what Karen thought. "Well, it looks like we're both in a bit of a pickle, doesn't it?" asked Karen. Danny just nodded. "Are you going to tell Mum?" he asked uneasily. "Of course not. That's between you and your mother. I would like to know how and why you got involved in this," responded Karen. "Oh Karen, you don't know what it's been like. Rent and bills just gobbles up my allowance. I know mum struggles to pay for my fees and I just couldn't ask her for more. I was just tired of been broke," answered Danny as he buried his head in his hands. Karen comforted her nephew. "Oh Danny. If only I had known. If only you had told me," she said as se continued to hold him compassionately. "I know exactly what it is like. Why do you think I dropped out?" asked Karen. Danny raised his head and stared at his aunt. "I don't understand, Karen. Don't you love Uncle Ken?" Karen got up, went over to the window and sighed. Then she turned to face her nephew. "Ken and I haven't made love for a long time now. I guess our careers interfere too much. I've become so frustrated I decided to contact the escort agency. It's the first time I did this. You were my first. You were the last person I ever expected to see." said Karen. "I-I'm sorry," stuttered Danny as he stood up. "Don't be. It's not your fault," responded Karen kindly. Danny was about to head for the door. "Just a minute, Mister. Where do you think you're going? I ordered an escort for the night," Karen said in a matter of fact tone. "Well, yes. But..." "My money is as good as anyone else's isn't it?" asked Karen as she cut Danny off. "But you're my mum's sister..." "And you're my nephew." retorted Karen. There was a moment's silence. "So, are you any good?" asked Karen. "Nobody's complained yet," replied Danny with a smile. "I have to say you are quite handsome, Danny. Every woman's dream really," said Karen as she appeared to inspect her nephew. Danny was just over six feet tall and athletic. Karen was five feet eight with large round breasts. Her hair was dark, short and curly. "So are you going to show me what you can do?" asked Karen in an almost purring voice. Danny said nothing. He just held his aunt's head gently and kissed her passionately on her moist red lips. At the same time his free hand began to slowly unbutton Karen's white blouse. For a moment their kiss was broken as Danny gently began to gently squeeze Karen's bra covered breast. In response, Karen gave a slight moan. Danny stood behind Karen as he opened the rest of the buttons of her blouse. "Oh, God, yes," repeated Karen several times as her nephew began to kiss her neck and make his way down to her shoulder. While she felt her breasts being massaged Karen put her hand to the back of her green knee length skirt and pulling the zipper down, she allowed the loosened garment to float to the floor, revealing her black tights that encased her lacy white knickers. Karen continued to moan as her nephew's tongue and lips worked along her shoulder. Danny pushed down the shoulder straps of Karen's low cut lacy bra and then unsnapped the garment before allowing to join her aunt's discarded skirt. Aah," sighed Karen as Danny swing her around to face him and began to gorge her wonderful breasts, licking and sucking as he went. "Oooh," moaned the mature woman as Danny went expertly to his work as his tongue licked one nipple and then the other. Karen found the rapid movement of Danny's tongue very arousing and repeatedly moaned and sighed, displaying her obvious pleasure. This wonderful sensation continued for Karen as her nephew made his way down her waist, licking, sucking and nibbling as he went. He stopped only temporarily when he reached the rim of her tights and while still kneeling he gripped them, along with her knickers and eased them. Karen obligingly stepped out of them. Danny's tongue then began to invade her pussy. Gently, he pushed through the bushy mound and on through her pussy lips before finally reaching her clit and proceeding to lash it. "Oh my God, Danny. So wonderful," Karen struggled to say as her pleasure was immense. Suddenly Danny halted and lifting his aunt, he carried her to the bed and gently laid her on it. He stripped rapidly before descending on Karen and began to kiss her lips even more passionately before repeating his movements down her body to her pussy and clit. Again Danny withdrew his tongue only to gently insert his cock and began to pump. His movement, slow at first, accelerated with each stroke. Karen's hands gripped her nephew's bare hips as is guiding his movements. Her body also reacted positively to those movements and soon aunt and nephew settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. As the moments ticked by and their speed picked up their breathing became deeper. They even began to perspire as their body heat began to increase. Soon Karen felt her juices slowly gathering. She also knew that Danny was not far from orgasm either. Nonetheless they each battled to prolong this wonderful sensation they clearly mutually enjoyed. Eventually, however, nature took control and they orgasmed almost together. For Karen it was the biggest she had had for a very long time. For a few moments aunt and nephew rested, gasping for air and gathering their thoughts. Karen rested her head on Danny's bare chest and then she looked up at him and smiled. "Oh Danny, you're so wonderful. Stay with me tonight, please," she begged. Danny smiled at her and nodded. They both took comfort in the warmth of each other's bodies. Finally, exhaustion overtook them and they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. *** It was already bright when Karen woke up. Danny was sleeping peacefully beside her and she smiled. She gently eased herself out of the bed and made her way to the shower. Karen sighed with satisfaction as the warm jets of water struck her naked body and she began to apply the soap. She began to think about the wonderful sex she had just had with her nephew and began to fantasise about other possible situations. She began to probe her pussy with her finger and masturbate, something she never did before. Karen gave a slight yell when suddenly Danny came behind her and gently fondled her breasts. She laughed and then gave a little scream of excitement as he continued to work on her wonderful breasts. As the jets of steamy water continued to cascade around them Danny arched his aunt's upper frame slightly forward and began to insert his cock into her arse and began to pound it. It was something Karen clearly enjoyed because as Danny's cock pushed up and down she pushed her body up and down in unison. It only stopped then Karen felt the burning sensation of exploding cum. Again they were breathless and gathered their thoughts before Karen spoke. She kissed her nephew. "Let's talk," she said as they both got out of the shower and dried each other. Karen wrapped herself in a bath robe and wrapped a towel around her hair in the shape of a turban while Danny wrapped a large towel about his waist. They sat on the bed and Karen sighed before speaking. "You're an absolutely wonderful lover, Danny. Like I said last night, we're both in a pickle. You know my secret and I know yours. Maybe we can work this to our mutual advantage?" she said. "How?" asked Danny. "Ok, hear me out. This is what I propose. You'll quit the escort business and I'll see that you are provided for financially. In return, you'll service me only. That way we both get what we need. What do you say?" she asked cautiously. "You'd do this for me?" responded Danny, sounding surprised. "Not just for you, Danny. For me too. Is it a deal?" replied Karen in an almost business like manner. "Deal," repeated Danny excitedly, not quite believing what they had agreed to and hugged his aunt. "Thank you, Karen," he whispered into her ear. "You're welcome, Danny. Now let's get dressed and we can go down to breakfast and iron out the details, Karen said with a smile. Such was the story of Karen. Her thoughts were disrupted when she heard a knock at the room door. She opened the door and her young lover stood before her. "Hello Karen," he said. "Hello Danny. I've missed you so much," responded Karen before pulling him towards her and kissing him affectionately. Hotel Seduction The golden liquid was fiery, burning a hot trail down my throat as I took a small sip. He downed half the glass in one gulp, never a care in the world it seemed before sliding his hand through the back of my hair to pull me close. "The neck feels great," he said the corners of his mouth turning upwards slightly. "Why aren't I surprised," I said looking up at him. He loved his cognac. "Well it's getting there anyway,' he whispered as his lips pressed gently to mine. He kissed me slowly, just his lips first, letting each one linger. Soon his tongue followed. He slid it into my mouth slowly, teasing, tasting the cognac that lingered. In and out, his tongue plunged. His fingers wrapped through my tresses as he made love with each kiss. I swayed slightly, my feet unsteady, my heart pounding like a schoolgirl. He took another swig and placed his almost empty glass on the counter. The want and need emanated from him as he grabbed my hand. "Let's go to bed." I pulled back. "Uh uh." I answered. He looked confused. "Why not?" "Because I want you to sit in that chair over there." I pointed to the red high backed chair with gold pinstripes situated six feet behind him. With my pointed fingernail pressed into his chest, I guided him till the back of his knees pressed against the edge of the seat. He plopped down with a thud, his legs slightly spread. Now it was my turn. I ran my hands up his body and over his shoulders before kneeling before him. My eyes ran over his strong chest before following the trail of hairs that ran down his stomach and disappeared into the white cloth of the towel. His nipples were hard, the dark areolas not much bigger then a quarter and his chest rose and fell with each anticipated breath. Running my fingers over him, I slid my hands up his strong thighs and under the towel to wrap around his erect cock. He half smiled as I cradled it between my hands and stroked it lightly up and down. "Christ!" he said through glazed eyes. His cock was like a steel rod and hot beneath my touch. I stroked him, looking up, worshiping him as my grip tightened. One palm slid up and over the engorged head. Grabbing the towel, he opened it up. I instinctively knew what he wanted and licking my lips, I lowered my mouth over the head of his cock. Not wanting to take all of it into my mouth at once, I circled the head once with my tongue, my hands still wrapped around the shaft of it. Lifting my eyes, my gaze met his. His body was rigid, his muscles taut and defined as he gripped the arms of the chair with increasing intensity. Still looking up at him I circled the head of his cock again before loosening my grip to slide my tongue down the hard shaft. A groan was heard as I came back up to hover over the tip. I lowered my gaze to watch his stomach quivering as I held still, my hot breath hitting the tip of his cock. Suddenly I felt hands on my head, fingers stretching through my hair as he pressed down gently to encourage me. I didn't need much encouraging as I lowered my head taking inch by inch of his cock into my wet mouth. Half way down I paused and lifted my head slowly till the tip sat on the edge of my lips. He was enjoying this I thought as I looked up. His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his hair hanging half way down the back of the chair. What a sight he was. It turned me on just to look at him this way and I felt that familiar wetness seeping into my panties. Flattening my hands, I placed them flat on his belly. Covering the neatly trimmed hairs adorning his lower stomach, my thumbs and forefingers surrounded the base of his cock. My mouth did all the work, gliding up and down the length of him. I worshiped this cock and let him know it by sucking harder and taking him deeper each time. His hips started moving in short controlled strokes, pushing his cock further into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his swollen member before cupping his balls lightly with one hand. I squeezed gently as I circled the hard shaft with my other hand and lowered my mouth down again. He groaned loudly, his hands suddenly grabbing the arms of the chair again then swinging back to my head. We had a rhythm going. My hands caressed and stroked him while my mouth sucked and licked him to that euphoria he loved so much. His hips and the constant pressure of his hands on my head didn't allow me to let up or take a break either. Not that I wanted to. I loved sucking him off. I loved him coming and it being all my doing. That salty sweet taste of an impending orgasm filled my mouth as his hips bucked faster at a frenzied pace keeping up with my own movements. The sounds of hot rigid flesh fucking a wet mouth permeated the quiet room when suddenly he let out a guttural cry. His body stiffened and his head flew back again as hot come spilled into my mouth and down my throat. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed as he experienced that final release. I held on, milking it with my hand and mouth till I felt his body relaxing under me. As he struggled to get air into his lungs I lifted my head to circle the shiny wet head of his cock with my tongue one last time, lapping up the last of his manly juices. He winced and squirmed in his seat as I tortured him. "Christ, stop it!" he yelled as he pulled me up. Our eyes met and I stood up pressing my body to his, my breasts flattening against his chest. I traced his lips with my finger before pressing my mouth to his. His mouth soon covered mine, his tongue probing deep, darting into my mouth to share the taste of his own come. It's something he'd done for years and it was an incredible turn on for me, his inhibitions momentarily abandoned. I squeezed my thighs tightly together to alleviate the throbbing between my legs. He must have felt me squirming as my body involuntarily moved over his because his hands came around my ass to grip it tightly. "Now what we going to do?" he asked. "I'm all done and you're still as horny as a toad." "I am not!" I remarked bluntly. His fingers slipped inside the elastic of my panties. Brushing his fingers over the swollen lips of my pussy, he soon came to realize my guilt. I was soaked. "Mmmhhmm! Whatever you say darling," he said with a smirk. Pushing me up, he stood on shaky legs. "Fuck me," he groaned as he rubbed his thighs. "I'm getting too old." Bending down slightly, he brushed his lips over mine as he gathered the towel around his waist again. "Come on. Let's go." He pushed me towards the bed. I hesitated. "I need the toilet first before we go to sleep." "No you don't." he said matter-of-factly and pushed me backwards till I lay flat on the bed, my nightshirt gaping open. I scrambled up the bed and slipped beneath the covers. After discarding the towel, he dimmed the lights and crawled in along side me pushing me onto my side. "Take your nightie off," he whispered against the back of my ear. Sitting up slightly, I slipped it off my arms and tossed it haphazardly to the floor below. "Now your panties. Take them off too." Bending my knees slightly I pulled them over my feet and tossed them onto the floor to join the matching nightshirt. His skin was warm as he pressed his body to the back of mine. His hand glided over my hip, along the curve of my waist and up to my neck where he ran his fingers over that vulnerable spot he knew so well. It sent shivers through me, stirring that want between my legs again. His mouth replaced his fingers as his hand wandered back over my curves. My thighs instantly pressed together as his hand ran over the globe of my ass and landed straight between my legs. I gasped, turning my head to face him. He kissed me hard as his fingers wandered over the slickness of my pussy. He was gentle yet determined as he pressed his fingers through the swollen folds to find my tiny protruding clit. Finding it easily he rubbed it fiercely, torturing the sensitive nub till I squirmed and arched my back against him. It was delightful, my senses overwhelmed. "Open your legs," he growled against my neck. I complied, throwing one thigh over his. His long fingers instantly slid deep inside me filling that need for his cock. In and out he pumped them. I inhaled sharply as his thumb found the slick pebble of my clit peeking beneath its hood. He rubbed it gently, his fingers never losing their controlled rhythm. Aching deep inside and arching against his hand, my orgasm approached quickly. "Oh fuck me baby," I whispered uncontrollably as I grasped my breasts rolling my nipples tightly between my fingers. "Oh, you like this, don't you?" he murmured against my flushed skin. I squealed as his fingers left my pussy to flick over my clit again. He watched every muscle in my body contract before driving them deep into me again. He'd alternate, his fingers fucking me one minute then he'd pull them out to glide over the slick protrusion of my clit sending me to new heights. "Oh baby, make me come," I begged. I was beside myself when he suddenly grabbed my hips to turn me over, pressing me face down into the bed. He was behind me, on his knees when his cock suddenly thrust into me. He sunk his entire length into me in one swift move. He pulled back. "Again?" "Oh Christ yeessss,' I hissed. It's what I wanted. He slammed back into me, pounding my cervix hard. He jerked my hips towards him in determination as he thrust his cock into my very depths. His balls rubbed over my clit as he circled his hips. I gripped the sheets as I felt the familiar spasm starting in the pit of my stomach. It rolled to the very apex of my clit where it hit with a vengeance. My back arched, my toes curled as I came hard around his cock, squeezing him tightly till he cried out with me. He pulled me up by my shoulders till my back pressed tight against his stomach where he continued to thrust into me till my orgasm subsided. Then with one final slam of his hips, his hands wrapped around my breasts. His fingers tugged at my nipples as he shot his second load of come high up inside me. He closed his eyes, his teeth on my shoulder as he steadied himself through it all. Two hot sticky bodies then collapsed on the bed. Slowly, he eventually peeled himself from me, his cock slipping out of my abused pussy. Warm stickiness trickled down my inner thighs and I quickly pressed my legs together. He grabbed me around the waist pulling me towards him on the bed. Wrapping his arms around me, we lay there catching our breath, two lovers holding each other tightly. I eventually pulled myself from him, heading to the bathroom quickly. When I came back, he was propped up on his elbow making sure the alarm clock wasn't set. His lips curled into a wide grin as I sauntered into the room naked as the day I was born. I crawled back into bed pulling the covers over our cool skin. His arms wrapped around me and he pressed his lips to mine. We shared a long heart felt kiss that said more then words ever would. Eventually I rolled over and moulded my back against his chest. I lay my head on his arm which he'd curled around my body and listened to his intense heavy breathing. I was just drifting off when I heard him mumble something. His words were barely audible and slurred in his sleepy state, but they were unmistakable. Not only that, but he always whispers 'I love you' before falling asleep. * * * * *