I shuddered with orgasm for the fourth time in under an hour, my eyes locked on the television screen in front of me. The same image that had already given me so much physical pleasure did its job again, and my hips rocked as I rubbed my fingers up and down my clit wildly. I let out a long slow moan of unimaginable ecstasy, certain that my body couldn't take much more of this. In the 48 hours since I had received the video tape from Fucked Tonight Inc I had lost count of the number of times the same scene had brought me to massive and roiling orgasm. Watching myself on the screen, at the moment that Colin had yanked his tie tight around my neck like a leash, pulling me towards his throbbing cock, was like sexual crack cocaine for me. I was barely able to pull myself away from bed to wash and eat, so addicted was I to the video tape.
The production value of the tape was quite high, and the resolution sharp enough that you could easily make out details like the line of saliva dripping from my chin, my throat bulging as Colin's cock entered it deeply, and even the sticky wetness of my pussy as I rubbed it for him only inches from his face. Unfortunately the audio of the tape cut out when Colin had ordered me to open the windows of the limousine; the wind roaring past the moving vehicle all but drowning out everything that was said. Not that we had needed many words. The only disappointment of the video was that the money shot had not been caught on tape. Although it was possible there were a number of passengers in passing cars who had taken pictures as Colin had blasted my face outside of the moonroof, the cameras provided by the company covered only the inside of the vehicle. Nevertheless, I cherished the mess that was visible on my face as we re-entered the limo, and conveniently the mirrored surface I had used when cleaning up my splattered face was a two way mirror hiding a camera. The close up of my battered makeup and cum-covered face and neck almost made up for missing the action shot.
I was still completely enamoured with my Fucked Tonight experience, revelling in the memories captured forever on film. I could barely believe that I had found the courage to go through with it, but from the first moment I saw the ads I knew had wanted to go for it. Flying into Vegas the day before, I had fortified my courage with wine for a solid hour before meeting the limo outside my hotel. The company's service was free for the women on their call list, and luckily I had been able to make travel arrangements to show up a few days early for the conference I was attending. That detail was especially fortuitous now, I reminded myself as I attempted to work up the willpower to escape the video's hold over me. I didn't fly all this way to masturbate in bed all week instead of attending the meetings.
In the rare moments I had spent between video viewings, generally feeling totally exhausted and nursing a very tender clit, my thoughts kept coming back to Colin. Although the Fucked Tonight service was supposed to be mostly confidential, a clause in the agreement did allow a woman who had very much enjoyed herself to have her contact info passed on to the gentleman in question. Given the nature of the business, he may or may not choose to contact her again to meet privately, but at least it put the ball in his court. I had decided, in a nearly drunken post-orgasmic stupor after my first dozen video viewings, that I most definitely was willing to meet with Colin again while he was in Vegas. His attitude towards me, and the act of fellatio had turned me on beyond belief, and it was in no small part that attraction that had left me with such a good taste in my mouth following the experience. I wanted his cock in my mouth again in the worst way possible.
Unfortunately for my out of control sexual desires, Colin hadn't gotten a hold of me yet. I had given the agency permission to pass on my contact info, including my hotel and room number, and still hadn't gotten a call from him. I assumed that he would jump at the chance to repeat our escapades, but began to wonder if perhaps the fact that it was a one time thing was what really made the experience memorable for him. The idea of the anonymity certainly added to the intrigue for me as well. After waiting for a call for a day, I became resigned to reliving my adventure solely through my memories and video tape, and pondering if perhaps I should set up a second "date" through the company before I left Vegas.
My pussy too sore for any more enjoyment, I decided to turn in early in the hopes of getting up at the crack of dawn to attend my conference meetings Monday morning. Picking up my least sexy flannel pyjamas to ensure I wouldn't wake up "in the mood" I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and snuggled under the covers. It took me over an hour to fall asleep despite having had a long exhausting day, as my mind played over my encounter with Colin a thousand times as I drifted into a deep slumber. My dreams weren't restful, and I writhed in my sleep, imagining Colin's raging hard cock using my mouth over and over and over...
* * * * *
I was shocked awake by an intense and angry hammering on the door of my hotel room that seemed to shake the walls with its forcefulness. Groggy, confused, and frightened, I arose from my bed and shambled to the entrance to peer through the peep hole and discover who seemed to be trying to break down my door. Pressing my eye forward to the hole I jumped as the door shook and vibrated yet again, less than an inch from my face. Steeling my resolve, I leaned in and looked out into the hallway. Much to my surprise, the face staring back at me was Colin's, who had apparently decided to just show up at my room rather than use that information to call me. With a flare of annoyance despite my overwhelming attraction to him, I yanked the door open and demanded to know what was going on.
"What's the big idea?" I asked. "You'll wake up the whole hotel, its three AM "
Colin looked disheveled, and his eyes were red and bleary with the look of a man who had been drinking all day. He reeked like a brewery, and stood before me wearing an un-tucked dress shirt, half undone tie and wrinkled trousers. His eyes had a dangerous glint in them, and he responded to my flustered demand with an instant anger and annoyance of his own.
"Just get on your knees." He commanded me wearily.
I was so taken aback by the order that I hardly had time to resist as Colin, the object of all my recent fantasies reached out and grasped me by the shoulders firmly, and with a squeeze, lowered me to my knees in the hallway. He did not force me down, but applied enough pressure that I was guided down automatically, still confused and groggy from being suddenly awoken. Before I could utter another word of protest, he had his fly down and his cock out, and thrusted it drunkenly at my mouth. It forced its way past my lips hurriedly, and Colin began to briskly fuck my face.
