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What She doesn't Know can't Hurt Her

By: roddymac99



"Hey babe," Matt said, answering his mobile phone as he walked past King's Cross Station in London. "Yeh, fine honey. Just heading back to the hotel." He glanced across to Paul, who was walking beside him and rolled his eyes. "Pretty boring really, just a couple of drinks after work. Me and Paul are just going to grab a drink at the hotel bar, maybe catch the footy and call it a night after that. Pretty tired. Tough day and an early start tomorrow."

They stopped at a pedestrian crossing and Matt nodded into the phone. He suddenly tapped Paul on the shoulder and pointed at a girl standing to their right. He mouthed the word 'babe' and Paul laughed. "What's that honey? Saturday? Your parents? Yeh sure. More wedding stuff huh?" He rolled his eyes again. The lights changed and they crossed the road. "Yeh, just at the hotel now. I'll call you later, OK? Sure. Love you too babe."

He tapped his phone screen and slid the phone into his pocket.

"That your fiancee, I take it?" Paul asked.

"Yep," Matt replied.

"When you getting married?"

"Couple of months. Fucking nightmare though. So much planning and it's really not my thing."

Paul shook his head and grinned. They'd worked together for nearly a year, both IT Consultants and currently working on a project with a major client in London. Neither of them lived in London, so the large chain hotel near King's Cross was their week night home for 3 months past and at least 3 more months to go.

"Still don't see you as the married type mate," Paul grinned as they approached the steps to the hotel. 

"Surprising myself," Matt chuckled. "Fucking hell, look at that," he added quietly, flicking his eyes towards two girls coming out of the revolving door. 

Paul shook his head and laughed. "Mate, you are unbelievable."

"Evening ladies," Matt smiled as the girls passed by them. They giggled, but despite Matt stopping and turning to watch them, they carried on walking. "Jesus, that little blonde is fit as fuck," he said to Paul.

Paul nodded. "Yeh. London is great, isn't it?"

Matt beamed a smile at his colleague. "Tell me about it. I could seriously live here."

"You were having a pretty deep conversation with Lauren earlier," Paul said as they stepped into the revolving door.

"Man, she's hot isn't she?" Matt replied, grinning. "You know she's only 19 right?"

Paul shook his head. "Thought she was older."

"Seriously mate," Matt said, lowering his voice as they walked into the reception area. "I'd so like to do her. When we were at the bar, talking, I could see right down her top. Christ, those tits are amazing."

Paul rolled his eyes. "What are you? 31? You've no chance buddy," he laughed.

Matt stopped and shook his head. "I'm telling you Paul, she's into me. If she hadn't been with that Julie chick tonight, going to some chick flick or whatever, I'd have been bringing her back here." He raised his hand and ran it through his hair, then stroked his stylishly unshaven chin. "And mate. I'd fuck her senseless!"

Paul groaned. This was a typical conversation with Matt. He wasn't sure if he'd ever met someone with so much self confidence, particularly around women. It was widely known that Matt had slept with several females who worked for their firm's clients. It was against company policy, of course, so Matt would unlikely admit it outright, but he'd hinted enough for Paul to believe the rumour mill. He glanced at his colleague, feeling a hint of jealousy at his rugged good looks, 6 foot tall, muscular frame. Some guys have all the luck, he thought to himself.

"My round," Matt said as they walked into the bar area. "What you having? Pint?"

"Yeh, Peroni please," Paul replied, walking to a table to the right of the bar. He sat with his back to reception, knowing that Matt preferred the view outwards, giving him the ability to scan for women. This had become their usual seat in the bar, and although it annoyed Paul when Matt was in 'babe mode' (as he liked to call it) they more often talked about work, football, cars. Normal bloke stuff. Never Matt's fiancee though, Paul noted. It struck him that he knew very little about her.

It took a few minutes for Matt to return with the drinks. The barmaid was French, and very pretty, so Paul assumed Matt had been flirting as usual.

"So, this fiancee of yours," Paul said, sipping his beer. "You should bring her to London some time. Sure she'd love the shopping. Mine did when she came down a month or so back."

Matt exhaled loudly. "You're kidding right? Fuck, no way I'd bring her here while I'm working." He took a gulp of beer then winked at Paul. "Might ruin my chances with Lauren mate."

Paul chuckled. "You really think you've got a chance with her? She's got a boyfriend, hasn't she?"

"Apparently. But hey, I've got a girlfriend." He grinned wickedly.

"Fiancee," Paul corrected him.

Matt sat back and rolled his eyes again. "Look, what she doesn't know can't hurt her, right? I'm in London, fucking miles from home. The odd fuck here or there..." he shrugged his shoulders.

Paul shook his head in disbelief. "Jesus mate. Why are you even getting married?"

Matt frowned. "Good question." He changed his expression quickly, beaming a smile. "Seriously though, my fiancee, Sophie, she's ok. Decent girl actually." He sipped his beer. Paul stared at him, bemused. "And...well." He stroked his chin. "Loaded mate. Seriously loaded."

Paul nodded slowly.

"Her dad has his own company. Manufacturing business. Exports all over the world. Worth millions. When her sister got married, he bought her and her new husband a brand new house. Half a million mate." He grinned. "He's doing the same for us. Big 5 bed detached piece. Brand new. We just finished picking all the carpets and shit for it last week."

"Fuck. Nice one," Paul said. Some guys get all the luck, he thought again.

"For her 30th, Sophie got a Beemer convertible from her folks," Matt continued. "435iM Sport. Fifty grand it cost. Loaded mate. She's buying me a Rolex too. Seriously loaded."

Paul took a long gulp of beer. Another pang of jealousy shot through him. "But...well, if you don't mind me saying mate. You're onto a pretty good thing there. So, what's with fucking about trying to shag Lauren?"

Matt laid his hands on the table and grinned. "Loaded mate, but no way as fit as Lauren. She's not a minger. Bit plain, quite big tits but could lose a few pounds, if you know what I mean."

Paul shuddered. He'd sometimes wondered if Matt was, basically, an asshole. He was hearing a side that could well confirm that theory.

"And anyway," Matt went on. "I'm away all week, pretty much every fucking week in this job and sometimes...well...needs must and all that." He laughed, looking very amused with himself.

"Unbelievable mate," Paul said, shaking his head. He forced a smile though. It wasn't worth an argument. "Just don't get caught dude."

Matt smiled. "Like I say. What she doesn't know can't hurt her."

Paul let his eyes wander to the football on the television on the wall to his right. "Chelsea two up," he mused.

"How long to go?" Matt asked.

"5 minutes," Paul said, squinting at the screen. He mentally calculated that meant it was nearly 10 PM. He'd finish his drink, maybe have another then he'd call it a night. They'd gone out straight after the work the previous night, and hadn't got back to the hotel until after midnight, so he was pretty tired.

"Good result for them, away from home especially," Matt quipped, turning his head to watch the game.

"Yeh, quite fancy them to win the whole thing this year," Paul added.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, watching the game and sipping their beers. It was something they'd done quite a few times over the past 3 months.

Matt suddenly lifted his head, his attention caught by something at reception. "Jesus mate, you should see this one coming," he grinned. "I saw her this morning at breakfast. Fucking tasty."

Paul sighed. He refrained from turning his head.

"She was checking me out too buddy," Matt continued, lowering his voice. Paul noted his eyes were tracking, no doubt watching the female as she walked into the bar. "Fucking peachy."

Paul watched his colleague smile over his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, she passed him. He raised his eyes, watching her as he walked to the bar. She was tall, maybe 5ft 9, and slim, with long dark hair, softly highlighted with blonde streaks. He exhaled slowly, taking in her tight, pencil black skirt that sat just below mid thigh, slender nylon clad legs and black high heels.

"Fucking special huh?" Matt grinned.

Paul nodded. He let his eyes linger on her tight white shirt, straining to confirm he could see a hint of a black bra.

"She was sat opposite me at breakfast," Matt continued in a hushed tone. "Wearing jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt. Fucking lovely. Kept smiling at me."

Paul sighed. He didn't know, or indeed care, if Matt was telling the truth. He also had no intention of ever cheating on his own fiancee. But that wouldn't stop him from subtly ogling the girl, and maybe fantasising about her later.

He was still staring when she turned around, wine glass in her hand. He noted her long, slim face, dainty nose and small, almost oriental eyes before he awkwardly averted his gaze. He fumbled his glass while Matt turned his head to follow her, smiling widely as she passed.

"Stunning," Matt whispered, lifting his glass and taking a gulp. "Fuck, she's sitting down."

Paul glanced at the bar, taking advantage of the mirrored backing to just make out her sitting two rows back, side on. He rolled his eyes. Matt would have a perfect view. Some guys have all the luck, he thought for a third time.

"Fuck, I'd do that," Matt grinned, his voice still low.

"You'd do anything," Paul retorted. He looked at the TV again.

"Oh come on mate. You have to admit? That's kinda special."

Paul sighed. "Yeh, I know. Wonder what she's doing here?"

Matt shrugged his shoulders. "Staying in the hotel obviously. Dunno, maybe on business. Looks a bit foreign, you reckon?"

Paul nodded. "A little bit oriental, I thought. Although not first generation."

"Oriental birds are well dirty," Matt smirked.

"I don't think she is actually oriental," Paul replied sharply, annoyed at his colleagues gross mis-generalisation. 

"Whatever," Matt said, looking straight over Paul's shoulder at the girl. "It's fucking awesome."

"She," Paul mumbled. "She is fucking awesome."

Matt furrowed his brow as he looked at him, then laughed. "Sorry, you're right. 'She' is awesome." Matt's expression suddenly changed. His eyes widened and he slow nodded appreciatively. "And 'she,' my friend," he added quietly, "is wearing stockings and suspenders."

Paul snapped his head away from the TV and looked at Matt. "Huh? How do you know?"

"Because she just crossed her legs and I can see the top of one of her thighs," Matt purred triumphantly. "And I can see her sussy belt too."

Paul sighed again. He so wanted to turn around, but he was both too shy and too polite to gawp so openly.

"Told you she was into me," Matt grinned smugly.

Paul shook his head in disbelief. They sat for several minutes, Paul watching the highlights of the goals while his colleague split his time between the TV and less-than-subtle glances at the girl.

"Mate, she's proper smiling at me," Matt whispered. "And flashing her fucking stockings. Fuck, I reckon she's proper dirty."

Paul picked up his glass and drained it. "Mate, you live in fantasy land." He chuckled. "Another beer?"

"I'm here for as long as she is," Matt laughed, draining his own glass.

Paul stood and up and walked across to the bar. He ordered two beers and half turned his body, hoping to catch a sneaky look at the girl. He was surprised when he saw her stand up. She smiled at him and he quickly turned back to the bar, embarrassed that she'd caught him staring. Although the mirror was angled downwards, he could make out her briefly stopping at their table. He snuck a glance, seeing her bending down and talking to Matt. She suddenly stood up and walked towards the bar, making Paul once again avert his eyes; his cheeks burning.

"Thank you," she said, sliding her empty glass to the barmaid. She smiled at Paul as she turned around. "Hi,"

"H..hi," he mumbled, but she was already walking away. His eyes followed her as she walked across the bar, bum swaying in that tight skirt.

"There are your beers," the barmaid said.

He waited until the girl was out of sight before picking up the beers and walking back to the table. Matt immediately turned to him, holding up a room key with the biggest grin Paul had ever seen. 

"Oh...my...god," Matt explained. "She's given me her room key!" He waved the key card at Paul as he sat down.

"She what?" Paul asked.

"She's given me her spare room key," Matt replied, almost breathless. "Fuck! Room 402."

Paul shook his head, stunned. "What? She just walked over and gave you it?"

"Pretty much," Matt grinned. He looked as bemused as Paul felt. "She said 'I've seen you looking at me. Do you like what you see?' I replied, 'well yes honey, you are stunning.' She just smiled at me and placed the card down on the table and said 'I get lonely in my room. Perhaps you could come and keep me company?' Fuck. I told you mate. Dirty."

Paul raised his glass and took a long gulp. "Are you being serious?"

"Fuck yes."

"I don't believe it. Fuck. She's what, basically inviting you up for...for a shag?" He shook his head.

"Looks like it. Fuck, did you make out those tits? Who the fuck is Lauren huh?"

Paul frowned. "What you going to do?"

Matt leaned back in his chair and stroked his chain. "I think I'm going to go and get laid."

"You are kidding right?" Paul exclaimed. "You don't even know who she is!"

Matt shrugged. "I don't want to befriend her mate. Did you see that body? Fuck, if she wants me to go and shag her, I'm not passing up that invitation."

"You're mental," Paul muttered. "She could be...be..." He wasn't entirely sure what she could be. It suddenly struck him they were near Kings Cross, a famous area in London with a particular reputation. "She could be a prostitute you know?" he whispered.

Matt burst out laughing. "Not in a hotel like this mate. Prozzies approach you on street corners. I reckon she's just a horny bitch, probably on business like us, saw me and fancied some action."

Paul shrugged. He knew nothing about the seedy world of prostitution, so he couldn't argue. He was about to remind Matt that he was engaged. But he bit his tongue.

Matt raised his glass and downed half of it in one go. He masked a belch then turned the card over in his fingers. 

"It's an offer I can't refuse buddy," he said slowly. "You understand right?"

Paul smiled meekly. He didn't. He didn't even feel jealous. His colleague was stupid, but it wasn't his place to advise him. "Your choice mate."

Matt nodded. "I kinda expected to be shagging Lauren tonight. So this should be a good alternative." He stood up and patted Paul's shoulder. "I'll tell you about it in the morning."

Paul rolled his eyes as Matt walked away. He had no enthusiasm for hearing the gory details of Matt's impending conquest.

———

Matt stepped into the elevator and pressed for floor 4. He tapped his wallet in his jacket pocket. He had two condoms in there, and he planned on using them both before he got back to his room. His heart beat was racing. He'd heard stories of desperate women in hotels offering themselves to random men for no strings sex. He didn't expect women like that to look as good as this one though. No strings sex. Perfect. He was onto a good thing with Sophie. A great lifestyle, no money worries. But she wasn't the best looking, and sex with her was boring.

The elevator pinged and he stepped out on the empty corridor. 402 was diagonally opposite. She'd told him just to let himself in. He stood at the door, took a deep breath and slid the card into the reader. He was almost surprised when the lights flickered green. This was it then.

He slowly pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was just like his. Bathroom on the left, window at the far end. Bed in the recess next to the bathroom, sofa under the window, desk to the right. He let the door close behind him, noting that the room was dimly lit.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello," came a reply from the far end of the room. "Come in."

He walked forward, firstly noticing a white shirt and black skirt draped over the back of the desk chair. He stopped as he saw her laying on the sofa.

"Whoa, fuck! " he gasped, his eyes widening as he looked at her.

Her elbow was resting on the left hand arm of the sofa as he looked at it. He gulped. His eyes slowly scanned her body. The heeled shoes, her long, slender stocking clad legs, the suspender straps loosely falling across her firm thighs, the hint of thin panties, the matching suspender belt around her waist and the black, see through bra holding in her large boobs.

"What's your name?" she asked softly.

"My...ummm...name?" He was stunned. "Matt...it's Matt." He could feel his cock stiffening.

"I'm Eva," she replied, smiling.

"Eva. Wow. Well, hello Eva," he grinned, taking a step forward.

"I saw you looking at me at breakfast," she smiled. He detected a hint of a foreign accent, but he couldn't place it.

"Got my day off to a great start," he grinned, winking at her. He looked at her face. Probably late twenties, he thought.

"Oh yes? Why was that?"

His eyes widened again as he saw her slide her hand down between her legs, her thumb slipping under the front of her sheer panelled panties.

"A honey like you?" he chuckled. "Those tight jeans, wiggling that firm ass. Made for a long day at work, I'll tell you."

She slipped her other hand over the front of her boobs. "Just my ass?"

Matt grinned. She wanted to be complimented. "Well, those tits kinda caught my eye too."

"These?" she replied, biting her lip as she slid down her left bra strap. Matt stepped forward, eyes fixated as she peeled down the left cup, revealing her large areloa and firm nipple.

"Christ yes," he gasped.

She smiled, sliding down the other strap and pushing her bra under the cups of her breasts.

"You are staying in the hotel, on business, yes?" 

"Uh huh. All week. You?" His eyes were fixed on her naked breasts.

She nodded. "Just last night. And tonight."

"On business? What do you do?" Matt asked. It was small talk, time to allow him to take in the incredible sexy body before him.

"I'm...ummm...a model," she smiled.

A model. Matt grinned. He was about to fuck a model. Could this get any better?

"I can see why," he smiled. "I'm guessing underwear?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes. Sometimes naked too."

"Wow," he muttered. Maybe that's why she is horny, he thought. A day being photographed naked would surely be a turn on. Then back at the hotel, she saw him, knew he'd been checking her out at breakfast and again at the bar. He knew he was handsome. Why wouldn't she want to fuck him? He grinned.

She placed her fingers on her left boob, pressing firmly against her nipple.

"You are...ummm...married?" she asked.

"Does that bother you?" he replied, narrowing his eyes. 

She shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm not married," he grinned, satisfied it obviously didn't concern her. "Engaged." He didn't feel the need to lie; she obviously didn't care.

She nodded her head, eyeing him up and down.

"Engaged. But you want to fuck me, don't you?"

His eyes followed her fingers as she slipped them into her panties. His cock was nearly fully erect. "Christ yes."

She smiled, subtly running her tongue around her lips.

"And your fiancee? She won't mind?" She closed her eyes and her mouth fell open. Matt noticed that she was rubbing herself. My god, this chick was horny.


What She doesn't Know can't Hurt Her



"Well," he chuckled. "What she doesn't know can't hurt her."

She nodded, then pulled her hand from her panties and unclipped her bra, gently discarding it on the floor. She slid her legs round and straightened her back.

"What would you like to do then Matt?" she purred.

Matt exhaled. This was incredible. "What...what...ummmm...do you do?"

A grin extended across her lips. "Everything," she whispered. 

Matt smiled. He felt his erection push against trousers. This would be good. She was desperate. And clearly very, very dirty. "You could start by sucking my cock," he said, grinning widely. This would test her, he thought. If she was desperate, and dirty, then sucking his cock wouldn't be a problem for her.

"Perhaps you should strip off your clothes," she smiled.

Matt didn't hesitate. He quickly opened the buttons on his shirt before pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. He unbuckled his belt, unclasped his trousers and pulled them down. He slipped out of his shoes and stepped out of his trousers, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He watched her face as he pulled down his boxer shorts, feeling smug as she nodded in approval at his erect cock. 

"You like the look of this?" he grinned, taking hold of his cock.

"It's very big," she smiled.

Matt nodded. "7 inches." He knew his cock was above average size, and though he knew some men were bigger, he wasn't in the slightest bit shy. "And I know what to do with it," he winked.

"Mmmmmm, I'm sure you do," she murmured, slowly standing up in front of him. "Your fiancee; she is a lucky lady," she said, stepping forward and gently taking hold of his cock.

He let out an involuntarily moan as her fingers curled around his shaft. "Yeh, she is," he chuckled. "But it'd be a waste to let her have all the fun, huh?"

She smiled, gripping him a little tighter and gently working her hand up and down. "Mmmmm, you are a naughty boy then Matt?" she purred.

"You like naughty boys, do you Eva?" He inhaled as she smoothly jerked his shaft.

She nodded, a faint grin on her lips. Oh yes, he thought. This girl is proper dirty.

"I'm very naughty," he whispered.

Eve ran her tongue around her lips then smoothly crouched down. She pulled his cock into her mouth, her tongue pressing agains the bottom of his shaft.

"Oh fuck yeh," he moaned, letting his head fall back,

She clamped her lips and started to bob her head, sucking as she did so, her hand firmly gripping and tugging him. He savoured the feeling of her hot mouth, her expert technique. Sophie didn't like giving oral so he was always keen to get a girl to suck him when he had the chance. This one clearly knew what she was doing. He placed his hands on the back of her head and pulled her towards him. He was testing her. She'd said she did everything after all. She didn't resist and he applied more pressure, feeling the tip of his cock press against the back of her throat. He held her for a second, waited until she gagged then released his hold. To his surprise, she pushed her head forward, taking almost his entire length in her mouth before gagging again. He looked down at her with a wide smile on his face as she did it again. 

"Oh Christ! You are a dirty little minx aren't you?" he laughed.

She pulled her head back and looked up at him as she swirled her tongue over his cock head. She opened her mouth wide and he drove his cock forward, pulling her head towards him until he felt her nose against his skin. She gagged again, and he let her go. She gasped for air.

"Fuck. I've had plenty blowjobs in my time girl but I don't think any of them has taken my whole cock before!"

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at him. "Sit down," she instructed, standing up and nodding towards the sofa.

"You don't waste time, do you?" he asked, falling heavily onto the sofa, letting his legs part. She shook her head as she knelt in front of him. "Fucking horny," he grinned.

She took hold of his cock and took it back between her lips, licking and sucking his tip. She kept eye contact with him, sweeping her long hair over to one side. "Your fiancee? She sucks your cock good?"

He smiled. Eastern European accent he thought. "Not very often. And she's nowhere near as good as you."

Eva smiled and plunged her mouth over him, bobbing her head as she squeezed the base of his shaft. He groaned as she sucked him for a full minute, gradually increasing her pace. She spat on his cock, rubbing her saliva across his gleaming head then down his shaft, her hands gently massaging his sac. 

"Oh fuck, that is so good," he moaned, bucking his hips. 

She continued to suck and lick him for several minutes before pulling away and standing up. His eyes focussed on her body as she unclipped and slowly removed her suspender straps. He shook his head in disbelief at how sexy she was. Her firm round boobs, slim stomach, the curve of her hips and shapely legs, accentuated by the tight black stockings that remained in place, despite the discarded suspenders.

"I can see why you are a model," he said. He thought of Sophie. If only she looked like that. Fuck, with all her money, she'd be perfect. Can't have it all I guess, he thought. But, next best thing was to at least getting to fuck this horny babe. He couldn't contain a smile.

She crawled up onto the sofa to his right, then turned side on and knelt on all fours, lowering her head and taking him back in her mouth. He stretched out his right hand and rubbed the palm of his hand on her left buttock, mumbling approval at her smooth, firm skin. She sucked hard on him, making him gasp and he slid his hand under the straps of her thong. She instantly pushed her bum upwards and he splayed his fingers over her cheeks, running his middle finger between them until his tip touched the material guarding her pussy.

She started to gently buck her hips, pushing against his fingers. He shifted his body slightly and slipped his finger under the strap of her thong, rubbing between her pussy lips.

"Oh fuck, totally shaved," he murmured. Of course, she was a model he reminded himself.

She moaned, sending a shiver down his shaft. He responded by straightening his finger and pushing it inside her. There was no resistance, just the warm soft feeling of her moist pussy. He circled his finger then started to work it back and forth. She widened her knees, then pushed her head down as far as she could over his cock, pushing up her bum until his finger was fully inside her. 

"Mmmm, you are so horny aren't you?" he grinned, immediately adding a second finger. "And nice and wet too." 

He closed his eyes and worked his fingers back and forth, groaning at the sensation of her mouth sucking tightly on his cock. He started to imagine fucking her, allowing himself to push his hips upwards, hearing her gag again. He opened his eyes and shook his head in amusement at her tightly pursed lips, her cheeks indented with the intensity of her sucking. If she kept that up, he'd blow in her mouth in no time, he realised. He pumped his fingers twice more inside her then withdrew his hand and pushed her head away.

"Fuck, you sure know how to suck a cock," he laughed. 

She sat back on her knees and smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You ready to fuck now?" she asked.

Matt grinned. "I need a minute to compose myself," he chuckled, winking at her. "Why don't you take off your panties and let me lick that pussy of yours?"

Eva stood up and quickly slipped her panties down, stepping out of them. Matt nodded and turned his body towards her, reaching out and taking hold of her thighs. Her skin was smooth and taught. He pulled her back down onto the sofa and pushed her gently. She responded by laying flat on her back and he slid down onto his knees between her legs. She opened them wide apart and he smiled at the sight of her bare pussy.

"Mmmm that looks good," he murmured, lowering his head. He extended his tongue and ran it gently between her lips, inhaling her sweet aroma. 

She moaned softly and he pushed his tongue forward, entering her. He swirled his tongue around, then flicked it left and right. She was moist and he could taste her. He stretched out his hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing them between his fingers. They were firm and her nipples were erect. 

He pushed his tongue in deeper, pulling back one hand to massage her clitoris with his thumb. She moaned louder, writhing her hips against him. He pulled back his tongue and licked her clitoris, slipping two fingers into her pussy. He splayed his fingers of his other hand, slowly drawing it back down her body, feeling the tight, smooth flesh beneath his tips. Her body was incredible, he mused. He unclipped her garter belt and pulled it off her, letting his eyes feast on her perfectly toned stomach. He'd had sex with some very lovely females in his time, but never a model, and never one as sexy as Eva. 

She pulled her legs back towards her and he again drove his tongue into her pussy, making her squeal loudly. His cock was twitching and although the thought of bringing her off with his tongue was tempting, he was getting impatient. He flicked his tongue rapidly inside her for a few moments, then pulled back.

"I really want to fuck you," he grinned. He reached back for his trousers and fished out his wallet. He took out a condom and peeled open the wrapper. "Do you...ummmm...do this often?" he asked. "You know, pick up guys at hotels?" He grinned, signalling it was a cheeky comment.

"Not often," she replied, smiling. "Do you often fuck girls you've only just met?"

Matt laughed. It was a fair response. "I'll be honest. I've done it once or twice. But not as often as I'd like," he grinned. He rolled the condom over his cock and discarded the wrapper on the floor. He clambered onto the sofa and sat back, tapping his thighs. "Come and ride me."

She slid across and straddled him, taking hold of cock and positioning it between her pussy lips. She leant forward, her nose gently pressing against his then lowered herself down. He gasped as his cock entered her.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk," she whispered, pushing down until her bum cheeks rested on his thighs. "Fuck me hard!"

"Oh Christ I will," he exclaimed, wrapping his hands around her bum. He pulled her up then drove his hips upwards as he pulled her back down, feeling his cock engulfed by her pussy. "Oh fuck I'm going fuck you so hard," he gasped. He bucked his hips up and down, hearing the slap of her skin on his thighs. He lowered his head and took her left breast in his mouth, sucking it hungrily. She leant back and grinned, then ground her hips back and forth, riding him.

"Oh jesus that's good!" he groaned. "Fuck yes, ride me!" He stared at her wide eyed as she rode him. Her perfect model body writhing on him as she panted, eyes closed. The sensation of her pussy tightening on his shaft dulled only slightly by the condom. He squeezed her bum cheeks, then rubbed them with his palms. Such a perfect ass, he thought. He again thought about Sophie, her large bum that was already starting to sag. He looked at Eva's firm boobs and suppressed a sigh. She started to slide herself up and down his full length, making him groan. Perfect body, and great at fucking. He wondered if she was making good money as a model.

"You like?" Eva gasped, straightening her back and grinding on him.

"Oh fuck yes!" he answered. "Fucking incredible."

She smiled, holding herself still. He felt her pussy twitch against his shaft. "Better than the once or twice?"

Matt laughed. "Better than anyone I've ever fucked."

Eva frowned. "Better than your fiancee too?" She circled her hips slowly, making him groan again.

"Oh Christ, you don't know how much better," he grinned.

She nodded, a faint smile on the corner of her lips. "Will you think about me the next time you fuck her," she said softly.

Matt chuckled. "Oh you are a naughty girl, aren't you?" He sat forward, pulling her as deeply onto him as he could. He moved his head forward, placing his lips against hers. "I'll be thinking about you whoever I fuck next." He pressed his lips firmly against her, kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He explored her mouth for a few seconds before she pulled back.

"I think you are the naughty one, Matt," she giggled. She lifted herself up and turned around, resting herself on him, her back on his chest. She placed her feet on the cushion and guided his cock back into her pussy, leaning her head back over his shoulder. "Fuck my pussy," she demanded. "Fuck it hard."

He grabbed her waist and jerked his hips upwards. "Oh yes!" she gasped, spreading her thighs apart and pushing down until her bum cheeks were again resting on his upper thighs.

Matt ground his teeth together and started to fuck her, increasing his pace. He focussed on driving his cock as far into her as he could, spurned on by her now constant moaning.

"Oh fuck yes," he groaned. "You like that don't you? Like me fucking that tight pussy." 

"Oh yes!" she squealed. "Oh yes, fuck me hard. Fuck me harder."

He reached his arm around and rubbed her clitoris as he again increased his pace. He could hear his cock slapping into her, felt how wet she was. He rubbed her more firmly, then groaned as she planted her feet on his thighs and somehow seemed to push herself even more deeply onto his cock.

"Ohhhh fuck," she hissed. "Oh yes." 

"Mmmm, that's it," he grinned, flicking his fingers rapidly on her clit. He grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them backwards, bucking his hips into her with all his strength. For a few minutes, he fucked her as rapidly as he could, thankful the condom was dulling the sensation on his cock. He grunted loudly, then let go of her legs, gasping for air as they stopped moving. Eva was panting too. 

"You close?" he asked, regulating his breathing.

She nodded.

Matt took hold of her legs and rolled over to his right, keeping his cock inside her as he knelt against the edge of the sofa and assumed the doggy position. It was his favourite and he groaned in satisfaction as he looked down at her slender toned body in front of him. 

"I'm going to make you cum so hard." He quickly started to pump into her, driving his cock deep inside her, pulling her back towards him so his hips bashed against her bum cheeks. She responded by moaning constantly, spurring him on to fuck her as hard as he could. He grabbed her bum cheeks, squeezing them together, feeling her tighten on his shaft as his cock glided back and forth inside her. He wanted to spank her, but it occurred to him that as a model, she probably wouldn't appreciate the marks it would most likely leave.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she screamed. "Oh fuck yes, right there. Fuck, make me cum. Make me cum!"

"Oh god!" Matt exclaimed, gasping for breath as he somehow found even more momentum. "Fuck yes, fucking cum. Cum on my cock!" This was incredible. She was pushing herself back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts. This stunning model was going to orgasm, all thanks to his expert fucking. "Oh yeh! That's it honey, you cum hard."

His face broke into a wide smile as he watched her grip the backrest of the sofa and arch her back. "Ohhhhh I'm cuuuummming," she groaned. 

Matt ploughed forwards, driving his cock deep inside her. She let out a high pitched scream and tensed her body, then shook, squealing again.

Matt pulled his cock back, almost out of her, then drove forwards again. He repeated it, then again and again each time grunting "cum...fucking cum." She fell forwards, her hands reaching behind her to push him away and he pulled back, grinning as she rolled onto her back and gasped for air.

"Heh heh," he chuckled. "You came hard there huh?"

Eva wiped her mouth and nodded.

"Good girl," Matt smiled. He felt good that she'd climaxed. He was already looking forward to telling Paul at breakfast that he'd fucked a model from behind and made her cum. 

"You...you always use one of those?" she said slowly, nodding at his cock.

Matt frowned, then realised what she meant. "A condom? Well, yes. I don't like it, but gotta be careful you know? If I'm going to get away with fucking around behind my fiancee's back I don't want to be catching some...well you know. Or getting someone pregnant."

She nodded and smiled. "Yes, I know." She shifted slightly, laying flatter on the sofa and spread her legs apart, lifting her right leg and pulling it back towards her. Matt felt his cock twinge as he looked at her glistening pussy. "It's just...well...I promise I am safe," she said quietly, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart.

Matt bit his lip. It was true, he hated condoms, but they did serve a purpose by helping him last longer. Evidenced by how he'd managed to keep going to make Eva cum like she'd done. 

"Ummmm...what...what exactly are you saying?" he replied, his eyes fixated on her fingers.

"Just..." her eyes narrowed as her middle finger slipped into her pussy. "If you want...you know?"

Matt stepped forward and lowered himself towards her. She took hold of his cock and tapped it gently against her pussy lips. For the first time, he felt a nervous tingle in his stomach. She wanted him to fuck her. Well, he was going to fuck her again anyway. And he wanted to cum. But she was inviting him to do it without the protection of the condom.

"Are you going to fuck me again?" she whispered.

Matt nodded. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and pulled the tip of it against her pussy lips.

"Are you going to fuck me until you cum?" Her voice was low and husky. 

"Fuck yes," he replied. His cock was twitching, straining against her fingers, eager to get back inside her. 

She splayed her fingers around his shaft and pulled it towards her. He grunted as his cock slipped easily into her pussy. He could feel the tip of the condom against his cock head, the lack of sensation amplified in his brain for no other reason than Eva's suggestion he could take it off. 

He pulled back and pushed forward again. She moaned softly, her fingers gently rubbing her clit. His eyes pored over her. Her beautiful face, her sexy body. Those black stockings and firm thighs. That perfectly smooth cunt, wrapped tightly around his cock. The only person he fucked without a condom since he'd mat Sophie, was Sophie. Would she be the last bareback fuck he'd ever have? Or could he take a chance? Experience this incredible girl, the raw sensation of his unprotected cock inside her. His mind whirled. He rocked his hips again. His cock twitched. He wanted to feel her. It struck him he probably wouldn't last very long if he took the condom off, but then, he'd made her cum already. He'd done his bit. He was entitled to enjoy the raw sensation to it's maximum.

He rocked his hips back and forth again. It was too much of a risk. 

Eva let out a low moan as he pushed deeply inside her. "Ohhhhh yesss...fuck me." 

Her fingers were still splayed across his shaft as he worked his cock in and out, though he could barely feel them through the rubber. He cursed himself for even contemplating such a risk. But then, she was a model. It was a risk for her too, surely? She obviously trusted him; perhaps he could trust her too?

He upped his pace, holding her legs for support as he drove his cock into her with repeated force. She responded with constant cries, clearly enjoying his strong fucking. He grunted as he rammed his cock into her powerfully. Why didn't he feel anything? His mind whirled with the thought of being inside her bare. He felt a surge of excitement. Cheating on Sophie had once been exciting. Naughty, dangerous. But he'd done it so often, that sense of excitement had passed. Now he had an opportunity to get that feeling back. A nervous tingle shivered through his body. She wouldn't have offered if it wasn't ok, he told himself.




What She doesn't Know can't Hurt Her



"Are...are you sure?" he panted, driving his cock into her with more force. "Sure it's...it's OK?"

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk," she groaned. "You are so deep. Yes, yes it's safe."

Matt pulled his cock out of her. He looked down at her glistening pussy lips, her inviting pink hole. 

"Fuck. You're a tease." He took a deep breath and slipped the condom off his cock, tossing it onto the floor. "I can't believe I'm going to do this."

His heart thumped in his chest as he guided his cockhead to her entrance. He instantly tensed as he pressed against her. She bit her lip, looking at him with what he took for an excited smile.

He closed his eyes and pushed forward, gasping as his cock slipped easily into her pussy. A wave of sensation flowed through him as her pussy walls contracted around his cock.

"Ohhhh yessss," she moaned.

He bucked his hips again, quickly building up his pace. He was closer than he'd thought he was, the lack of the condom make his cock tingle. 

"Oh jesus...fuck that's good," he grunted. His eyes pored over her sexy body again. He suddenly pictured Lauren too. Her big tits, firm ass. He'd fuck her soon, he was sure. First, a model. Then a teenager. He smiled, driving his cock into Eva until he felt his ball sac press against her. It felt incredible. He'd fuck Lauren without a condom too. Make sure she was on the pill first, of course.

"Oh yes!" Eva squealed. "Mmmm yes...fuck me hard. Fuck me harder!"

Matt grinned and increased his pace again. "Fuck yes! Fuck that little cunt. You like it don't you? Like my bare cock in your cunt!" 

He reached a hand forward and grabbed her left boob. "Shit your tits are amazing," he hissed. He wished he'd groped them when he'd been fucking her from behind. He wouldn't let that opportunity pass him when got hold of Lauren. 

"Oh baby yessss," Eva moaned. "Oh fuck...cum for me baby."

"Fuck yes!" he exclaimed. "You want me to cum huh?" He pounded into her. "You want me to cum in that pussy huh?" He gasped for air as he found another gear, remorsefully fucking her with all his might. "You want me to cum in that dirty cunt?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, yessss baby...yes baby...cum for me baby," she yelled. 

Her words ringed in his ears. She wanted him to cum. He felt his orgasm build rapidly.

"Oh baby cum! Cum hard," she gasped. 

Baby. The word baby. It penetrated his brain like a firework had gone off in his head. He felt the rush of his climax through his groin as his cock speared into her. He panicked. He couldn't cum inside her.

"Ohhhh fuckkkkkkkk," he groaned, pulling his hips backwards and grabbing his cock as it popped free from her pussy. He jerked his shaft and grunted as he ejaculated, a thin stream of cum spurting across her chest and onto her boobs. 

He grunted again, a second spurt landing on her belly. He kept jerking his cock, emptying his load on her pubic mound. He stood still, his body shaking from the intense climax, panting for air.

"Oh fuck...fuck that was good!" he gasped.

Eva smiled, looking at his cum on her body. "Wow. That was a lot," she giggled. 

"Yeh," he smiled. "Sorry I didn't...you know...in you."

"It's OK," she nodded. "I don't mind at all."

Matt exhaled, straightening himself up. He picked up a box of tissues from the desk and handed it to her. She wiped the cum from her body.

"That was awesome," he grinned. "Seriously Eva, you are one fucking hot chick."

"Thank you," she smiled, sitting upright and crossing her legs. "It was good for you then, yes?"

"Good?" he chuckled. "It was fucking immense. I've fucked a fair few women in my time babe, but jesus, you're easily the best."

Eva nodded. "That's kind."

Matt wiped his hand across his chin. "Give it a half hour, maybe we can go again?"

She smiled at him but shook her head. "I have a very early start tomorrow Matt. I really just need to get some sleep."

"Oh," he replied, feeling deflated. "Are you sure?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and nodded. "I'm sorry."

Matt shrugged, then forced himself to smile. "Some girl huh? Pick me up for a quick fuck then kick me out?"

Eva grinned. "Is usually the other way around huh, Matt?"

He laughed. "Fair point. And hey, I'm not complaining." He started to dress. "You...ummm...maybe want to meet again sometime?"

Eva looked at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Write your number on the notepad there," she said, pointing at the desk. "Maybe I'll call you, yes?"

He buttoned his shirt and walked to the desk, writing his number on the notepad. "Anytime you want a fuck Eva, you just call me."

She smiled at him. Gorgeous, he thought. "Thank you Matt," she said softly.

He felt an urge to walk over and kiss her, but something about her body language told him she was done with him. He was fine with that. He'd fucked a model. Made her cum. Barebacked her and shot his load on a body that would be professionally photographed time and time again. He was satisfied.

"It's been fun," he grinned. "Till next time." He winked at her, took a final look at her body then turned and walked out of the room.

***

In the corridor, Matt grinned from ear to ear. That had been incredible. Most definitely the best fuck he could remember. Not just that she was a model, but the intensity. And then to have been inside her without a condom. He tingled with excitement. That she'd approached him gave him a surge of confidence. Surely Lauren would be easy pickings now?

He stepped into the elevator and pressed for his own floor. He wondered if Paul would still be up. It was less than hour since he'd left the bar so he probably would be. He felt energised. He tapped on his phone and scrolled to his messages. His eyes paused on the text conversation he'd had with Lauren a few days earlier. He'd got her number on the pretence of sending her some jokes and had flirted with her by text on the odd occasion since. It amused him that his private mobile was paid for by Sophie (it had been a birthday present a couple of years back). 

As he reached his room he decided to text Lauren. 'Hey there gorgeous, how was the movie? Paul being a lightweight; I'm at my hotel if you fancy a drink on your way home ;)' He grinned as he pressed send. The hotel wasn't on her way home, so if she went out of her way to come to him for a drink...

He tossed his wallet on his desk. There was a still a condom in there. He chuckled to himself. If she asked, he'd use it.

He switched on the TV and checked his phone. His message to Lauren was delivered but not read. Maybe the movie hadn't finished yet. He decided he needed a shower.

Matt stood in the shower, letting the water run over him as he cast his mind back over the last hour. He couldn't stop grinning. Eva definitely rated as his greatest conquest. He felt confident he'd see her again sometime. She'd obviously been unable to resist him, and her no nonsense, getting straight to the sex approach appealed to him greatly. That said, she was so gorgeous he would love to take her out to dinner, find out more about her and generally show off his acquaintance with a true model female. For a moment, he thought about Sophie. He didn't feel any guilt, just disappointment that for all her merits, a great body and sexual appetite didn't figure highly. He let his mind wander to Lauren. He was sure she liked him. Would she answer his text? Come to the hotel? He realised he was hardening. Would this be the night he fucked two different woman?

He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself before walking back into the room. He checked his phone, noting that his message to Lauren still showed as unread. He made himself a coffee and lay on his bed, flicking through the channels until he found a comedy show starting that captured his attention. It was almost finished when his phone pinged.

He felt his heart beat quicken as he jumped up to grab it, opening his messages before sighing that the message was from Sophie, and not Lauren as he'd hoped.

He tapped the screen and frowned. It simply read Attachment: 1 video. He opened the message and looked at the image behind the Play button. It was of him, albeit it was dark. Confused, he pressed play.

His eyes widened as the video started. He watched himself walk forward, instantly recognising the room he was in. He heard a voice. 'You are...ummm...married?' He watched himself reply. 'Does that bother you? I'm not married.' His stomach churned as he saw his grin. 'Engaged.'

Matt's hand shook, blurring his view of the screen. He heard Eva saying 'Engaged, but you want to fuck me, don't you?' His jaw dropped as the conversation unfolded, the video ending with him saying 'What she doesn't know can't hurt her.'

He stumbled backwards, flopping heavily onto the edge of the bed. "What the fuck!" he exclaimed. He replayed the video, his mind scrambled at what he was watching. "How? How the fuck?" he muttered, shaking his head. His phone pinged again. Another video.

His heart raced as it downloaded, and he groaned as he watched himself strip off his clothes, holding out his erect cock and smugly saying, 'you like the look of this.'

His phone pinged again. He was shaking, a feeling of sickness growing in the pit of his stomach. Another video, only this time captured from a different angle. He was incredulous. "Where...where the fuck were the cameras?" He tried to picture the room, but the details weren't there. He'd been so focussed on Eva that he hadn't looked around. But surely he would have noticed video cameras?

He watched Eva suck his cock, heard him tell her that Sophie was nowhere near as good as her. The video ended and he stared at his phone. "No! No way! This can't be happening!" he shouted. He tossed his phone onto the bed and held his head in his hands. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck!" He couldn't understand what was going on. His phone pinged again, then again. He gagged. Again, it pinged. Three messages, this time all still pictures, obviously taken from the video. First, him with his tongue buried inside Eva's pussy, then her riding him. More incrementation in the third picture; him taking her from behind.

The room started to spin. He felt mixed emotions of shock, sickness and anger. Another message arrived. He heard himself answer Eva's question about whether he always used a condom. 'If I'm going to get away with fucking around behind my fiancee's back...' He felt dizzy. His mouth was bone dry, his hands still shaking. "Oh shit. Fuck!" he yelled. 

Another message arrived. It was a short clip. Him taking his bare cock from Eva's pussy and ejaculating onto her body. He rolled off his bed and fell to his knees. The videos had been shot from three different angles. All of them were short; less than thirty seconds, but the evidence was damning. Another message appeared. No video. No picture. Just words. 'What I don't know won't hurt me, huh?'

He picked up his phone and threw it across the room. "Fuck you. Shit...fuck fuck fuck!" He thumped his hands on his bed. How? How was this happening to him?

His phone started ringing. He stared across the room at it. "No, fuck no," he cried, shaking his head. It stopped, then immediately started ringing again. He crawled across the floor, closed his eyes when he saw it was Sophie and answered it.

"Hello Matt." Her voice was calm and even.

"S...Sophie," he stammered.

"You've been a silly boy, haven't you?" she said.

"I...you...I mean...what...what the fuck?" He gagged again.

"I had a suspicion you were cheating on me," she said. He couldn't believe how calm she sounded. "And now I know for certain."

"But...but, h...how...I mean...fuck...where are you?"

"I'm at home Matt."

I...I don't understand." He ran his hands through his hair. He wasn't lying. He really couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"Let me explain then," Sophie said firmly. "You are a bastard Matt. But a clever bastard. So I'm afraid I had to catch you out somehow. And that meant being equally clever."

"Y...you set me up?" he exclaimed.

"Yes, yes I did," she chuckled.

"But...the girl...Eva...who...where..."

"Eva?" Sophie laughed. "Oh, quite simple really. She's a whore."

Matt's mouth fell open. A wave a nausea engulfed him. "A...a...wh...whore?"

"Yes. Well, I think escort is the correct term. And a very expensive one too. Especially as I had to pay for her to wait two nights to get you. I'm assuming you were fucking someone else last night rather than being back at the hotel early like you told me."

Matt shook his head in disbelief. He'd been chatting up Lauren of course, but he hadn't actually slept with her.

"I wasn't," he protested.

"Doesn't matter now," Sophie continued. "An expensive, though I must say worth it, whore and a few hidden cameras has told me everything I need to know about you."

Matt cursed under his breath. He felt like his world was crashing in about him. He'd been caught. And that gorgeous model...well, she wasn't a model. She was a whore. She hadn't been attracted to him. No, she'd been paid. Anger swelled up inside me.

"This...this is entrapment," he whined. "You...you fucking set me up!"

Sophie laughed. It was a cold, heartless laugh. "Call it what you like Matt, but the fact is you've just cheated on me. And from what I could see, you did it without guilt."

"I...shit...Sophie come on. She...she enticed me...she..."

"It doesn't matter if she enticed you or not. You went along with it. And it didn't seem like you struggled with your conscience. She was good though huh? An actress as well as a whore. I thought faking an orgasm was a particularly nice touch."

Matt groaned. She'd faked it. Faked it all. "A whore?" He asked again. "Are you being serious with me Sophie. Was she really a whore?"

"Yes," she replied emphatically.

"But...but I...we...without..."

"You fucked her without a condom," Sophie finished his sentence for him. She snorted a laugh.

"Oh Christ," he mumbled.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Sophie sighed. "That cost me a lot of money too. You'll be pleased to know she doesn't normally do, what did she call it? Bareback, yes that's it. But I had a test a couple of days back and thank fuck I'm clean. So, for a price, she agreed to let you fuck her without a condom if you chose too. I think they call it the final nail in the coffin Matt."

"You...you bitch!" he screamed. "You paid her. PAID her to let me fuck her bare?"

Sophie cleared her throat. "Oh don't worry Matt. It did cost me a lot of money, but less than the cost of a Rolex." She laughed again, sending a chill down Matt's spine. "I going to end this call now Matt, and I'd appreciate it if you don't ever, and I mean ever, contact me again. Your stuff will be in a storage unit for which my solicitor will provide you the details. Suffice to say, the wedding is cancelled. Your phone contract will terminate at the end of this month."

"Sophie please," he pleaded. "I...I'm sorry, I...I..."

"Don't embarrass yourself Matt," she interrupted. "You are a bastard. Remember that. A pathetic cheating bastard."

Matt heard a beep as the call ended. He stared at the screen in disbelief. None of it made sense, though at the same the reality was punishing. In his mind, their new house, the car, the Rolex, everything...vanished. 

He felt a surge of anger. He clenched his fist and punched the mattress of the bed repeatedly. "Bitch. Fucking bitch," he hissed. His eye caught a keycard on the desk, laying underneath the wallet and coins he'd discarded from his pocket. It was the card to Eva's room! He must have forgotten to leave it behind. 

He quickly dressed, grabbing his phone as he sprinted from his room. He rushed down the staircase, not wanting to waste time on waiting on the lift. Within a minute he had swiped the card and was standing in the middle of Room 402.

He stared around, shaking his head in disbelief. It was like no one had been in the room. There were no clothes, no bags. The bed was perfectly made, the cushions on the sofa in their rightful place. The condom, and its wrapper, that he'd thrown on the floor were gone. He checked the bin. No sign. On the table, he spied the note with his phone number on it. The only evidence that someone had been in the room. He looked at where he thought the cameras must have been, but again nothing. Eva, and the cameras, had vanished.

His phone pinged and he stared at the screen. It was Lauren. He swiped to read the message. 'Lol. Nice try but no chance Matt.'

He sat on the edge of his bed and held his head in his hands. He sobbed. A thought run through his brain like a ticker tape.

What she doesn't know can't hurt her. But what she does know has ruined me.

END