8 comments/ 12214 views/ 1 favorites Nobody Does It Better By: janiexx This is Part 3 of the "Tawny's Hair" series by sethp, even though Tawny does not appear in this chapter. This story was written for Seth...thanks for making me smile! ******************* It was a Friday evening and Janie and Seth were relaxing in the living room of their shared apartment. Tawny had gone away for the weekend to see some friends, so that left Janie and Seth all alone. Janie was struggling with Tolstoy's "War and Peace" and finding it hard going. She looked over at Seth and sighed. "What's up," he asked, smiling at her irritated face. "I'm bored." Seth smiled again. He thought back to the night of Tawny's Hair, as he liked to call it, and wondered if Janie was up for more of the same. Although Janie had long dark hair, it was her breasts that Seth craved. But not wanting to put pressure on her, he didn't say anything. There was another long silence and another loud sigh from Janie. He looked up as she threw the heavy book down onto the sofa and watched as she made her way towards him. Kneeling between his legs, she gazed up at him and smiled. "Seth..." He took hold of her long hair and lifted it away from her face which was flushed pink. "Yes?" Her eyes locked onto his and she moved closer. "Seth..." she repeated. "Can we play a game?" Seth nearly jumped up from his chair in surprise. Janie was the quieter of the two girls Seth shared the apartment with and although she had enjoyed the sex session with Tawny, she had never shown any inclination to repeat the experience. But here she was, kneeling between Seth's legs, a look of lust written all over her face. "What sort of game?" Seth almost whispered, not wishing to break the spell of the moment. "Can we do some role-play?" Seth gulped and felt his cock twitch inside his pants. All sorts of images ran through his mind and suddenly, the boring Friday evening was looking to be very exciting indeed. Janie went on. "I was speaking to one of my friends back home today. The new James Bond film comes out tonight." Seth looked at Janie and grinned. "And?" She moved closer still and whispered in his ear. "I want you to be James Bond." Seth tried hard not to laugh and managed to keep a straight face. Janie's hero was the British spy and she was obviously missing home whilst taking a year out to study in the U.S. He kissed her lips and was rewarded with a feel of her large breasts brushing against his chest. "Who will you be then?" Janie smiled. "I'll be Pussy Galore, of course..." And so it was decided. After a few phone calls, Seth and Janie managed to beg the necessary outfits for their game from some friends and Seth booked a table at the best restaurant in town. Janie disappeared into her room to get ready and Seth took delivery of a Tuxedo, the thought of the evening ahead making his pulse race with anticipation. When Janie finally emerged from her room, Seth could hardly believe his eyes. She was dressed in a long black gown that was split almost to the waist. Her hair was piled up on top of her head and the plunging neckline highlighted her full breasts and creamy skin. A diamond necklace nestled in her cleavage and Set gulped as he tried to control his reaction. "Wow," was all he could say but Janie knew by the sudden bulge in his pants that he was pleased to see her. Fortunately, Seth was not hired to kill so she knew that the bulge was all natural. He looked gorgeous himself, the Tuxedo complimenting his tall, fit body while his green eyes sparkled with excitement. "Shall we go?" Janie took Seth's arm and they made their way outside to his car. Although Janie would have liked an Aston Martin, she was quite happy to settle into her seat next to Seth while he drove them to the restaurant. The atmosphere in the car was heavy with sexual tension and Janie squirmed in her seat; the thought of Seth dressed like Bond was a huge thrill to her and she couldn't help fantasising about the evening ahead. She had deliberately not worn any panties and she could feel herself grow warmer and warmer. She doubted whether she could actually last the evening without touching him... The car park of the restaurant was deserted and Seth drew up under a grove of trees that were quite a way from the entrance. As the engine died, they both looked at each other and then Janie could resist no longer. She leaned towards Seth and kissed him on the lips, wanting to be close to him again and feel his body next to hers. The inside of the car was cramped and Seth's suit was restricting his movements. His erection was straining to be free of its confines so he opened the car door and motioned for Janie to follow him. The cool night air was refreshing to Janie's cheeks which were warm from the arousal she was feeling. Seth took her in his arms and they kissed long and deeply, their bodies pressed close, the hood of the car warm against Janie's back. "Here...now Seth," she whispered as he ran his hand up her thigh. She shivered as he looked at her in surprise. "You want to...?" She nodded. "I need you now, Seth. Please." This time when they kissed the passion was deeper and Seth parted the soft folds of Janie's dress to discover there was no restriction to his probing hands. She moaned as he stroked her warm velvety lips and then slid his fingers into her wetness. She responded by stroking the material of his pants, loving the feeling of his hardness and wanting him inside her more than she had ever thought possible. There was no long slow build up. Seth unzipped his pants and then lifted Janie onto the hood of the car. Her dress was parted and he leaned into her, entering her with one swift movement as he thrust his cock into her soft and welcoming pussy. They both let out a groan as Seth steadied himself for a moment and looked down at Janie who was lying back on the car, her eyes closed in pure bliss. He reached out to touch her breasts which had slipped out of the confines of the dress, loving how warm and soft they were, and then started to slowly push inside her. Janie brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him in even closer as he moved inside her, his steady hard rhythm causing her to moan out loud with pleasure. "Oh yes, Seth. Hard like that." Not caring whether they were being watched or not, Seth continued to thrust into Janie who matched his movements with her own, her head moving from side to side in ecstasy, her long hair becoming loose and flowing over the hood of the car. Janie could feel her orgasm start to build deep within her. Seth felt so good and she needed this badly. Just lately the memories of that night with Tawny had kept her awake at night and now she loved the feeling of his cock inside her again. She reached down to lightly rub her clitoris which was swollen with her arousal. Seth watched as she rested her fingers on the hard little nub and massaged in small circles, a moan escaping her lips as she rushed towards her climax. The image of Janie pleasuring herself made Seth move harder inside her and he knew that he was close as well. "Now," Janie groaned and let out a loud cry, the silence of the car park amplifying her cries and bringing Seth to orgasm as well. He gave one long thrust and then erupted while Janie held him tight within the circle of her legs. They stayed still for a long while and then Seth raised his head and grinned at Janie who was wearing a very satisfied smile on her face. "Mmmmm...Seth that was good." Janie sat and gathered up her loose hair, pinning it back on top of her head while Seth zipped up his pants and straightened her dress. "Let's eat!" Janie and Seth knew that everyone was watching them as they walked to their table. Janie was conscious that her black gown was rumpled but she didn't care. The sex with Seth had been so good that she wouldn't have missed it for anything. They took their seats at a secluded table and more naughty thoughts began to ferment in her mind. The meal was delicious and as the waiter cleared away their dinner plates and handed them the dessert menu, Seth asked Janie what she wanted for pudding. She shot him a naughty smile and licked her lips. "I'd like some cream." Seth raised his eyebrows and stared at the menu, but couldn't see any dishes with just cream. "Cream?" "Mmmm...yes. But I don't think the management will approve..." As she spoke, Janie slithered under the table and grasped Seth by the knees. He managed not to jump and looked down as Janie crouched in front of him. She was still wearing that same mischievous smile and he relaxed back onto the seat as Janie slowly unzipped his pants and massaged his growing hardness through his boxers. "Oh, Seth...are you pleased to see me?" He chuckled and raised his hips as Janie slid his boxers down his thighs, freeing his impressive erection which was hard and ready for her. "Oh beautiful," she breathed as she studied his cock, wanting so much to taste him again and feel his smooth skin beneath her lips. "Oh, Janie," groaned Seth as she kissed the very tip of his erection, loving the still detectable trace of her own scent on him. His cock responded by becoming harder and Janie could resist no longer, wrapping her warm lips around the head and licking him thoroughly. He tasted gorgeous, much better than any dessert, and Janie spent the next few minutes kissing her way down his cock, paying special attention to his balls which were hard and taut. Janie could have spent ages on her knees and wanted to savour every moment of having Seth's hardness filling her mouth but she was conscious of the waiter appearing any minute and catching them both. She upped the pressure of her mouth on Seth's erection and wrapped her lips around the girth of his cock. He groaned again as she moved up and down, alternately sucking and licking until he couldn't stand it any longer. Her teeth lightly grazed his skin and when her hand joined her lovely warm mouth to encircle him and increase the friction, he was unable to stop himself exploding in her mouth, his cum hitting the back of her throat and making Janie swallow fast. "Mmmmm, you taste delicious." Janie made sure she licked up every last drop of Seth's cum and then gently pulled his boxers back up and made sure he was decent again. As she reappeared at the table, the waiter came over and asked them if they'd decided. "Oh no," said Janie fluttering her eyelashes at the waiter. "I'm full!" After Seth settled the bill, they made their way out of the restaurant, but as they left, Seth felt an urgent need to use the bathroom so he suggested she wait for him, telling her he wouldn't be long. "Meet me in the car park and then we'll talk about what James Bond would do at the end of the evening..." Janie laughed and made her way out to the almost deserted car park. Clutching her purse close, she heard heavy footsteps behind her but assumed it was Seth. When the arm came around her neck and dragged her off to an old wreck of a car opposite Seth's, she knew that this wasn't a game. A dirty hand was clamped over her mouth and Janie could smell sweat and ingrained dirt. Trying not to scream she twisted around to see her attacker and was rewarded with a blow to her head. "Keep still, bitch!" her assailant growled. "Your pimp can't help you now." The man dragged Janie over to his car and opened the door, pushing Janie in roughly before slamming it shut. Panic swept over her and she scrabbled at the lock to try and open it, but the man was too fast and grabbed her arm, hitting her again. As he started the engine and pressed down hard on the accelerator, she saw Seth emerge from the restaurant, a look of shock on his face as the car nearly knocked him over. Janie banged on the window to attract Seth's attention and he ran towards his car as Janie and her attacker sped out of the car park. "Keep still or you'll get more," the man ground out. "I've been watching you and lover boy all night. You're just a slut." Janie huddled into the car seat, tears of shock running down her face as she tried desperately to think of what to do. The man next to her was obviously a vagrant and he stank of unwashed clothes and dirt. His eyes were wild in his face as he sped through the late evening traffic. She could only hope that Seth was behind them and would somehow catch up. The vagrant kept glancing in the mirror, a scowl on his ugly features. "Lover boy is with us," he spat out. "Hold on, bitch, if you value your life..." With a sudden surge of terrifying speed, Janie felt the car lurch forward, the engine screaming with the effort. The vagrant let out a nasty, manic laugh, glancing at her as she huddled in the seat. "Wanna see some action, baby?" Janie gripped her seat as the car surged forward once again, spinning through the other vehicles on the road at a crazy speed. In the wing mirror she could see a pair of headlights keeping up with them and prayed that it was Seth. But what would happen if he caught up with them? Her question was answered as the vagrant dived down a narrow alley that led to an industrial estate. The buildings on either side were dark and shuttered and Janie shuddered at the thought of what could happen to her if Seth failed to stop the vagrant from doing what he intended to do. Images of her lying dead flashed through her mind but she trusted Seth to rescue her. It was the only thing that was keeping her going. Both cars hurtled along the dead straight road at top speeds but Janie could see that Seth was gaining on them fast. The vagrant was still laughing, his cackling voice echoing around the car as he looked over at her. "Wouldn't it be good, honey...if I fucked you right there in front of lover boy while he had to watch?" Janie wanted to hit him and shut him up but she stayed silent, not daring to aggravate him any further. As she tried to glance over her shoulder, the vagrant suddenly pulled the car over to the left in an attempt to lose Seth, but Seth adjusted his direction and ploughed straight into the side of the vagrant's car, the noise of the impact shattering Janie's eardrums and making her scream out in shock. Seth's car hit the rear passenger door and made the vagrant's vehicle spin in crazy circles. Janie screamed and screamed but when they eventually came to a stop she looked over at the vagrant who was trying to get out of the door. Seth was ready for him and as the tramp struggled with the catch he wrenched open the door and punched him hard on the chin, knocking him to the ground with the single blow. Janie hastily opened her door and ran around to Seth who gathered her to him and held her tight. The vagrant started to move and they both ran to Seth's car, which, although damaged by the collision, was still driveable. There was no time for hugs and kisses and Seth reversed at top speed away from the vagrant's car. He was crawling about on all fours and the last thing they wanted was for him to catch up with them. Janie couldn't stop shaking and Seth held her hand as they sped out of the industrial estate and back onto the main road. "Oh Seth...you were so brave..." Seth looked at Janie and smiled. "Maybe I have a bit of James Bond inside me." Janie blushed and kissed him. "I want that bit of him inside me now..." Seth pressed his foot on the accelerator and they sped back towards their apartment, the only thought on their minds of what they both needed to do to finish off the evening in true 007 style. Back in the safety of their living room, Seth held Janie in his arms and tried to stop her from shaking. The shock was wearing off and she responded to his kisses eagerly, their tongues entwining while their bodies pressed tightly together. Seth could feel Janie's heat through her dress and he gently unclasped the hooks that held the flimsy gown together. Janie stood before him naked, her strappy sandals the only garment she still wore. Seth gazed at Janie's body -- at her full soft breasts and the tiny triangle of hair that covered her pussy lips. He wanted to see if she tasted as good as she looked so he gently pushed her onto the sofa and knelt in front of her, the scent of her arousal obvious. Janie relaxed back against the cushions and closed her eyes in bliss as Seth kissed his way up her legs, hooking her thighs over his shoulders as he leaned in closer. He could see her clitoris bulging with the strength of her desire and he stroked her pussy lips, making her groan with pleasure. "Oh yes, Seth," he heard her say. "Kiss me there...please." He obliged and probed her inner folds with his tongue, tasting her sweetness and licking at the juices that were beginning to flow from within her. Janie's legs were open wide and Seth gently inserted two fingers into her depths, his movements rewarded with a sigh of pleasure. "I want you inside me again," she murmured and Seth lifted his head and looked at her as she smiled at him. "I need your cock hard inside me..." Seth wasted no time in rising to his feet, unzipping his pants and pulling Janie onto his lap. They sat there playing with each other, Seth's hands massaging Janie's breasts and nipples while she stroked his erect cock. Soon their mutual need made Janie rise slightly and slowly slide down onto Seth's erection. It felt so good to her as she impaled herself onto his hardness and she sighed deeply at how satisfied he made her feel. She kissed him and began to move slowly up and down, his hands on her hips as they stared into each other's eyes. Janie's boobs bounced in time to her movements and Seth pinched her hard nipples, making Janie cry out with pleasure. The feel of his hands on her skin was blissful and she wanted this moment to last forever, the memory of her terrifying experience beginning to recede with the sexual ecstasy she was feeling. Their breathing became more rapid and Janie reached down to rub her clitoris in time to her movements, her orgasm starting to build within her. She wanted them to both come together again and timed her movements to match Seth's grip on her body. From the look on his face she knew he would soon shoot his load deep within her and she leaned forward and kissed him hard, their tongues matching the frantic thrusts of their bodies. "Oh, Seth...I can't...stop," she gasped as the first wave of her climax hit her with full force. She closed her eyes as her body shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm and felt Seth tense up as well, pulling her body down hard onto his cock. With a groan he erupted within her and they clung to each other as the pleasure ebbed and flowed. After long moments, they broke apart and smiled at each other, the satisfaction evident on their faces. "That song is running through my head," Janie murmured, kissing Seth on the lips. "Which one?" Janie smiled. "It sums you up, Seth..." "Tell me..." "Nobody Does It Better..." Hugging each other tightly, they went to bed, dreaming of more adventures to come. Nobody Does It Better "Oh God, you're not starting this 'I'm the greatest hypnotist in the world' thing again, are you?" Muff Diver said, as she pulled her face away from between Ponygirl's thighs. "We've all heard it before, Mistress. Nobody here believes a word of it." Mistress leaned forward, both out of interest and to give Assmuncher better access to the valley between her spread butt-cheeks. "Oh, come on," she said. "What makes it so difficult to believe? You know I'm charismatic, don't you?" Muff Diver pumped three fingers in and out of Ponygirl's cunt so that she could keep stimulating her pussy without losing her ability to contribute to the conversation. "Of course I do, Mistress. You're sex on legs, everyone here knows that. But that's not hypnotic in and of itself. That's just..." She shrugged as expressively as she could with one hand jammed into Ponygirl's slit and the other fingering her own. "That's just who you are." "So what makes someone a hypnotist, then?" Mistress asked, her lips curling into an amused smile. "Since you've suddenly become such an expert." "I dunno," Muff Diver said, feeling her pussy clench in satisfaction around her own fingers as she watched the tassles on Ponygirl's buttplug sway and jiggle from the other girl's surging orgasm. "Maybe, um, actually hypnotizing someone? You keep telling us you're the best hypnotist ever, but none of us have ever actually seen you do anything." Mistress arched her back slightly, Assmuncher's ministrations obviously having an effect on her. "Maybe I hypnotized you, then hypnotized you to forget I hypnotized you." Fuckswing spoke up from across the room. "But that's a theory that's impossible to either prove or disprove," she said, contorting her neck slightly in an effort to see everyone else right way up. "The net result would be absolutely the same whether you'd never hypnotized us, or hypnotized us to believe that we were never hypnotized. It's an untestable theory." Muff Diver grinned. It was obvious that Fuckswing was a science major when she wasn't hog-tied and dangling upside-down from the ceiling. "Mmph!" Ponygirl said around her ball-gag. None of them bothered to remove it. "It's not entirely untestable," Slutbunny said as she walked into the common room, shedding her clothes as she did so. "Sorry, I heard you as I was getting in." She pulled off her panties and skirt in one smooth gesture. "But it's true. There are ways to test it. Just because we couldn't remember being hypnotized ourselves, doesn't mean that we wouldn't notice something unusual about one another." She folded her clothes neatly and set them in the cubbyhole next to the door, then began putting on her strap-on harness. "Mmmm," Muff Diver said, before realizing she'd started licking Ponygirl's slit again without thinking about it. She made a conscious effort to pull her face away long enough to say, "And none of us do. We're all of us the same people we've always been, and ymmmph mmm mmmblm..." She dragged her mouth away one last time. "And we know it." "That just shows how good of a hypnotist I am," Mistress responded. "I've made the delusion perfectly seamless, so that every one of your programmed commands seems perfectly natural. You don't even think about how obedient you're being, because it just seems totally normal to you. All of my commands find that core of deep, fulfilling ecstasy within your subconscious, even the command to forget that you're following a command. It's just too hot, too sexy not to obey me." "But if we never noticed anything wrong, we wouldn't be disagreeing with you now," Slutbunny said as Mistress raised up enough to let her wriggle in underneath her. "Our ability to pick holes in your 'greatest hypnotist' theory is proof that it's wrong." "Uh-huh," Fuckswing whimpered, her eyes glued to Slutbunny as Mistress settled onto the dildo. Muff Diver saw a little bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. Good old Fuckswing, always feeling everything that happened to Mistress' body. "Like, if you were...oh, oh, yess...if you were such a good hypnotist, why would you be here instead of off playing Vegas or..." Her voice trailed off into a wordless moan for a moment as her whole body shuddered in ecstasy. "...or brainwashing CEOs or something?" she finished, her exertions causing her to swing like a pendulum at the end of her rope. "Because I'm a horny lesbian hypnotist," Mistress said in a tone that implied the self-evident logic of her statement. "Why would I want to be off in Vegas performing tricks when I could live in a sorority house full of nubile young women with high sex drives?" She shivered as Slutbunny pinched her nipples, bringing them fully erect. "Mbmllpsllsp..." Muff Diver pulled her tongue clear of Ponygirl's clit again. "Because you might get caught," she said. "I mean, what if Miss Clitsucker came in here and saw you hypnotizing one of us into having sex with you? Assuming you'd actually need to do that, which is absurd on the face of it." Just thinking about sex with Mistress caused Muff Diver's pussy to juice up around her fingers, but she knew she had to wait her turn. "I'd just hypnotize her, too," Mistress said, her eyes rolling back in her head as she bucked up and down on Slutbunny's fake cock. The other girl mewled with pleasure, the sensations on the shaft of the dildo feeding straight up into her clit. "She wouldn't, ungghh...she wouldn't even notice. She'd even join in. Oh, fuck yes, yes, fuck yes..." "Mmph!" Ponygirl replied. Muff Diver thought Assmuncher might have said something, too, but it was difficult to say. There was a lot of loud moaning going on over in that part of the room. "B-but," Fuckswing said, now swinging both back and forth and side to side as she thrashed under each new wave of irresistible pleasure, "that's still not, unnh, not testable. There's no way to prove, fuck yes fuck, prove that we're hypnotized." She jerked her head back and forth, the tendons on her neck standing out as the waves of bliss washed through her. "No matter what we did, you could say you hypnotized us to do it and made us oh fuck yes oh God fucking fuck! ...made us forget." Slutbunny nodded. Or possibly just tensed up in orgasm, Muff Diver couldn't tell. It was kind of hard to see, even while holding her head at an angle so she could keep licking Ponygirl's snatch while watching Mistress fuck. "Sure," Muff Diver said, once she'd pried her tongue away from the seductive nest between Ponygirl's legs. "We go get a glass of water, and you'll say, 'Oh, I hypnotized you into doing that.' We run to the bathroom, and you'll say, 'Oh, I hypnotized you into doing that.' We worship your infinitely seductive body with our fingers and tongues, and you'll say, 'Oh, I hypnotized you into doing that.' It's a no-win situation." Actually, worshipping Mistress' infinitely seductive body with their fingers and tongues sounded more like a win-win situation, but that wasn't what Muff Diver meant. "I, nnnh, I don't need to...fuck, yes, right there on my clit, oh...don't need to prove it," Mistress said. "I know I'm the best, oh, good girl, Assmuncher, feels so good, don't stop, you love to obey need to obey...best hypnotist in the world. That's all that matters." "Then why tell us?" Fuckswing asked. Her eyes were glassy from the sheer, unadulterated bliss that coursed through her, but Muff Diver knew that curiosity could distract that girl even from multiple orgasms...for a moment or two, at least. "If you've hypnotized us so well we'd never notice, why give it away by telling us?" "Because it's so fucking hot," Mistress groaned out. "So fucking hot to hear my fuckslaves, sextoys, so fucking hot to hear you insist you're not hypnotized while you fuck, fuck me harder, harder, oh fuck yes right there right there oh fuck fuck fuck!" She arched backwards, grinding herself off against Slutbunny's crotch. "Cumming cumming cumming cumming!" she squealed out. Muff Diver moaned hard against Ponygirl's clit as she felt her own pussy throb in a spontaneous, intense orgasm, and knew that every girl in the room was cumming with Mistress' pleasure, too. Her whole world went blank with mindless bliss as she felt Mistress cum, knowing that it was so natural, so right, that it made so much sense to cum for Mistress and obey Mistress and be a hot, sexy, horny muff diver for Mistress, oh fuck yes... But that wasn't hypnosis, she insisted to herself as she finally relaxed into the pleasant warmth of her afterglow. That was just who she'd always been. Who she was meant to be. She didn't need to be brainwashed to know that. "I still don't buy it," Assmuncher finally said as she reluctantly slid back from Mistress' body. "I mean, you're saying that you're such a great hypnotist, right, and that you're making us do all this stuff like lick your asshole and worship your pussy and shit. But that's just stuff we already want to do. If you were a really good hypnotist, you'd be able to make us do something we didn't want to do." Mistress eased herself up off of Slutbunny's dildo and turned around. "Like what?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she met the challenge head-on. "I dunno," Assmuncher said, shrugging. "Something we'd never do in a million years." Mistress fixed Assmuncher with a powerful, intense stare. The room went silent as everyone felt the eerie, mysterious connection between the two women. Finally, Mistress spoke. "Go put some clothes on," she said. Assmuncher grinned and shook her head. "Clothes in the common room?" she said. "No fucking way!" Everyone broke out into giggles. "Guess you're not such a great hypnotist after all, huh?" Muff Diver said as she crawled away from Ponygirl to take her turn pleasuring Mistress. "I said I was the best," Mistress replied, spreading her thighs to give Muff Diver better access to her cunt. "I didn't say I was perfect." THE END Nobody Does it Better I looked up as the young girl writhed and gyrated on the counter above me, a university student in a whore's costume. Her adult but almost boyish body looking incongruous in electric blue hot pants and pink push up bra, quaint in its old fashioned seedy promise. Her eyes fixed straight ahead, looking at herself in the gilded mirror on the wall opposite in almost a sad and lonely way, the way a polar bear in a zoo would, going slowly insane dancing in its cage for the paying public. I idly thought how tight her cunt must be, judging from the beckoning little mound in her suede shorts. Then I mused what those slim ankles and dainty feet, crammed into Fuck Me strappy heels, would look like over my shoulders. My reverie was broken by the second girl, sitting ever closer to me on identical stools in the nightclub, moving her hand from my thigh to a full-on grope of my flaccid cock and balls. I took another sip of JD, feeling the ice clink against the glass and the glass burn my cheek, and looked at her. She may have been in her mid-20's, a veteran in such a place. She looked slutty and used, with that curious mix of sordid innocence that Asian girls seemed to be borne with. She raised one eyebrow with an unspoken question. I sighed, and drained my glass and took her tiny hand as the other was busy teasing the by now growing erection in the front of my shorts. She looked dirty and she at least had breasts worthy of the name. She smiled and tried to banter with me in broken English. She would do, she would have to- too long without a woman. But she was not Her. Five thousand miles away, Prim felt the warm gas rise in her as she ascended to the fifth floor in the elevator, counting the floors on the display above her, checking her lipstick and cleavage in the mirror opposite until the doors swished open. Metaphorically pulling her game face cap down tight, she strode down the hotel corridor, feeling her nipples harden and the spasm between her legs as she for the first time forgot the hollow emptiness that seemed to precede such adventures these days and replaced it with growing anticipation and excitement. A new one, kinky enough, a transitory thrill for sure. He had left the hotel door open as she had asked...or was it his idea? She often forgot and didn't really care who came up with these little eccentricities - some sexy, some crazy, some pathetic. She looked at him now keeling on all fours on the bed, again as one of them had suggested - shaven head, collar on, her name written all over him in a specific lipstick she had got him to buy, a child's toy carefully already inserted into his arse, his wife's stockings stretched over his blond hairy legs. She put down her bag, closed the curtains, and began to pull on her black latex gloves in silence. She could hear him breathing and smell his arousal. His caged cock hung heavily between his legs, his back arched offering her the goods with indecent haste. Her mind suddenly flew back to all those nights in that hotel, how her lover would wait for her naked, still marked from their previous encounter, his love for her as big and hearty as his swollen cock. Waiting for that golden moment when she would collar him. Yes this one would do. They always did. But it was not Him. Sheltered from the thick humid blackness of another Shanghai summer night by the air-conditioning in my apartment, I lay back in the armchair and looked out over the myriad of lights twinkling and shinning and bringing faint illumination to the darkness in my living room. Apart from absent minded hum of the air conditioning, the only sound was the wet and contented slurping sounds of the young girl's lips, whistling for her supper, working on my thick and veiny erection with the practiced dedication of a girl I had just rented for that very purpose. I squeezed one of her tiny hands as she made me twitch with a pointed tongue across my now engorged helmet, and ran my other hand through her long thick lustrous hair, smelling as it did of too much perfume and cheap cigarettes. I could feel her naked breasts warming my thighs, and see her lilywhite backside beyond jiggling in time to her circular sucking motion, changing colour in the neon glow of the huge electric billboard in the street opposite, a Mercedes briefly portrayed along the length of her back. She did the tongue thing again and I couldn't help but grunt some kind of appreciation. At that moment though I was transported back thousands of miles and several months to my old bedroom in London; it wasn't dark and she wasn't half my age, but as I lay there in the bright Sunday morning sunshine and watched her suck contentedly on me, feeding her own arousal more than mine, her magnificent tongue snaking out and worshipping my entire length, I found myself getting more aroused than anything my take-away on her knees in front of me could have provided. It was a mouth. It was on my cock. But it was not Her. Prim paused for breath, wiping her brow with a latex hand. She had built up quite a rhythm now, satisfying her engineer spirit and pleasing her with its monotony and regimen. Moving slowly from one implement to another, focussing her attentions solely on one part of his body before moving on to another, she looked at the mosaic of pain she was building on his white flesh. He seemed close to being broken but she could tell when he was faking and frankly, underneath her chummy Mistress exterior, she didn't really care until she felt she was finished with him. If he was careless enough to put himself in this position, then she would take advantage of that. He fidgeted and tried to show her how hard his cock was getting in his cage. She knew he wanted her to do lots of other things, mix it up a bit, humiliate him, tease him, and hurt him in other ways. She could sense his impatience and his urge to be back in control. Fuck him. It was only about her, only ever about her. Her Muse had understood this, although only after some significant training. Eves as she began again to work on the back of the thighs tied to the bed in front of her, she thought of how she had moulded and remodelled him, a natural sexual dominant and all round gob-shite, to become her puppy slave, her devoted painslut, her smiling smart confidant. Together they had let their Beasts play and together they had discovered new corners of their sexual psyche to explore. This current victim- all her current victims- were too knowing, too slickly submissive, nothing was torn from them or given unconditionally. The tied man in front of her yelped as her cane caught one of his tied testicles and groaned in agony. A nice enough sound. Her Beast fed momentarily. But it was not Him. Eight hours ahead, I was keen to finish my business with my rented pleasure for the evening. Soon it would be time for that Skype call and nothing was more important than that in my schedule. I ought to do the right thing and stop fantasising about my Mistress, and what she was doing at that moment, and at least give the scrawny stripling some attention and the privilege of making me come in real time. That shouldn't be hard. She was sitting on my cock, tousled hair covering her face, her back arched and ribs prominent in the neon glow. I reached up and took hold of both nipples. Long and dark and inviting, I sucked on them and felt her redouble her efforts. Right on cue, she started to babble filth in her broken English, and grateful to try and build some momentum and realise some kind of rapport before I kicked her out, I responded in kind- two amateur porn stars, locked in a steamy financial embrace, recycling their filth before the hour was up. I pulled her head back by the hair and she reached back and stroked my tight balls. That did it- I gratefully gave in to the wash of euphoria and felt myself squirt inside her tight wetness. Obligingly she then faked her own immediate orgasm, as is only polite in such matters. As we lay there panting, I ignored the miniature harlot on my lap to think of how Mistress had coaxed the cum from me so many times- sometimes with a brutal tortuous tug, others with her sexy sly repetitious teasing. I would be fucking her and she would forbid me to cum, but then start sucking her own nipples knowing I could not help myself. At such times she made me feel the happiest, most lucky man alive. The young girl rose stickily and showed me her boyish arse as she skipped to the bathroom. No luscious curves, but still with the tautness of youth. But she could never be Her. Prim's mental clock kicked in again and she started to get bored. Superficially nice to have a naked man under her control, now babbling incoherently into her cleavage as she pumped her latex fist on his worn and demanding erection, but she knew any minute now it would be over and she would already be starting to forget him before his trousers were back on to return to his wife and his work. She whispered embellishments to him as he started to tense and pushed his face deeper between her jutting tits in her perfumed pink bra. Stroking his bald head with one hand, watching his eyes squeeze tightly shut and his body tense, she grabbed his cockhead hard and stopped pumping, just to see how purple she could make it and to hear him beg her to finish him off. It did the job and now it was time for the customary finish- jerking hard and telling him was a good boy, a dirty slut, her little baby, her naughty daddy as per the agreed prescription. It always worked and she still loved to see the cascade of thanks that the twitching body shot over her latex gloves, her hands over his mouth as ever to not wake the neighbours. As her plaything for the evening slowly slipped into his own coma of contentment and shut her out, she thought about her Lover, her Submissive, and the painful pints of come she had milked from him in their debauched, happy, funny year together. At times like this he would look up at her with his puppy dog eyes, so full of wonder and confusion and love. Each time the bond between them strengthened still further, until even the kinkiest sex became just one ingredient of their torrid time together. She snapped off her gloves and threw them in the hotel bin. Job Done, but it was still not Him. Showered, fed and energised and feeling lighter than I had one in months, I pushed the Skype call button and waited for her to answer. That ringing tone was the most exciting thing to happen to me all night. Suddenly Prim was on screen in all her bustling magnificence, still I noticed with a mixture of disappointment and arousal, in her vampish make-up and low cut black dress. That smile answered any questions I might have. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, she craved me as much as I craved her, she had had a good time as I had, missing me like I had missed her even in our depths of depravity and sexual tension. A few more weeks and we would be together again. No more Buts. Neither of us spoke for a few moments, letting the sight of each of us seep into our pores like a river returning to the desert. Finally I said huskily - "Hello Lover. So how was Your day?"