Exhausted. The train rattled endlessly. Noisy crowds. I step out, blonde hair tousled, tall frame in black pants, white blouse, heels clicking. Sixty minutes waiting for him. No show. I walk. Shabby streets. Hourly motels. Then, oasis: Hôtel Marie. Gleaming in squalor. Marble facade. Gold accents. My weakness: lavish backdrops.
Grand hall. Vaulted ceiling. Deep bordeaux walls. Velvet hush. Empty desk. I ring. High heels echo from afar. She emerges: brunette, petite, long hair whipping. Black jacket, skirt, stockings, bordeaux pumps. Eyes lock mine. Lip bite. Eye flutter. Charming tics. Name tag: Anne, receptionist.
The Privilege
“Evening, madam. How may I assist?” Stupid question. “A room.” She hands register. Age. Keys to 20. “Follow me.”
Elevator hums. Her gaze pierces. Lip nibble. “Stop staring. Embarrassing.”
Corridor white, bordeaux carpet plush underfoot. Door opens. Bordeaux walls. White electric chandeliers flicker crystal light. Bed: crisp white sheets, embroidered M’s in gold thread. Silky to touch. Mini-bar gleams. TV. Mirror vast. “Bathroom left. Mirror right. Call button here.” She demos TV. Hesitates at door. Stares again. I slam it shut.
“I crave your cock, my love!” TV blasts. Actress devours shaft, eyes up. I sink into armchair, leather cool against thighs. Hand slips under pants. Finger wet in mouth, then to clit. Slow circles.
“Fuck my ass now, love!” She bends. He thrusts. Moans amplify. I strip pants. Legs spread. Fingers plunge. Volume down. Still echoes. From ceiling. Realer than film. Sheets match: M-embroidered. This hotel broadcasts guests. Arousal fades to unease. Sniff my slick finger. Pants on. Button Anne.
Part 2 flows into excess, but wait—no titles.
She appears. “Called, madam?” “Tell upstairs to fuck quieter. This is luxury?” Her smirk. “You’re in no position…” Eyes to mirror. I’m naked. Man behind, body pressed. Hands knead breasts. Cock nudges ass crack. Skin contact hits now. Shock freezes me.
Anne: “Stop staring. Embarrassing.” Door slams.
The Excess
His hand claims pussy. Legs part. Mirror view: hot blonde, ripe curves. Turn. Kiss. Stroke his thick shaft. Lead to bed. He lies back. Cock tents sheets. Straddle. Sink down. Heat fills me. Velvet walls grip. Accelerate. TV moans sync.
Head back, glimpse screen inverted. Us. My pussy blonde-trimmed, stretched. Magnificent. No cameras. Doesn’t matter. Watch myself fucked.
Film door opens. Anne in bordeaux lingerie. Lip bite. Kisses actress-me. Tongues dance. Prediction thrills. Door real opens. Anne watches, clothed. Beg with eyes. He pulls out, aims at mouth. Tongue tip teases. Cum jets cheeks. Door slams. I lick, savor salt.
Chase her. Pussy drips down thighs. Hallway. Stairs down. She darts to end room, left. Identical: bordeaux, chandeliers, M-sheets.
Anne on bed, fucked by him. Same man. I glance down: bordeaux lingerie on me. Lip bite starts. Eyes fix hers. Approach. Lick lips. Tongues entwine, slick.
Strip. Straddle face. She sucks clit. Tongue probes tender. He pounds her. Waves build. He withdraws. Kneel. She strokes furious. I suck head. Cum erupts. Gushes fill mouth. Overflow. She kisses, shares load. Tongues swap semen.
Wash faces. Kisses trail necks, chins. Embrace. Breasts crush. Pubes grind. Orgasms crash. I flood like never. Lick her in thanks. She rises. “Must go.” Watch ass sway. Silence. Sleep claims.
Wake: station platform. Dream’s luxury lingers on skin.
