She walked quickly thru the dark street, her heels making a clicking noise as she hurried along. It was chilly out, but she was perspiring, her heart beating violently in her chest. She pursed her harlot painted lips together as she walked her mind a whirl with thoughts of the night ahead. She knew what she was going was wrong but she didn't care. She was hungry, so hungry and the hunger clouded her mind like a thick blanket. She needed to see him, just once more... and then it was over. Yes, it was over, just one more fix to get him out her system and then she would be a good girl forever. A good, boring, seemingly unalive girl. She shook her head and hurried faster, pushing the guilt out of her mind as the fever of her hungry gripped her.
He waited for her, pacing back and forth in the familiar hotel room. It was cold in the room, but he wasn't worried, she was always hot. His heart quickened in his chest as he thought of her. He licked his lips in anticipation, thinking of her warm body next to his. She was always starved, always willing to give him what he needed in return for what she craved. He could smell her perfume even now, hear her soft moans in his ear, and his body responded to the memories. He chuckled warmly as he glanced down at his thickening member. Soon, she will be here soon, he mumbled to himself as he looked at his watch.
The hotel was insight now as she raced down the dark sidewalk. She could feel her nipples tighten as she opened the lobby door. She shook her blonde hair and straightened her blouse as she moved toward the elevator. Again, the guilt gripped her as she hit the up button. But the hunger was there, waiting to conquer the guilt. She could feel the moisture seeping thru her black satin panties as she waited impatiently for the elevator door to open. Once inside, she quickly hit the 9th floor button and threw her right hand between her legs. She moaned as she leaned against the wall, the hunger making her weak. She fondled the wetness beneath her hand as the elevator chugged slowly to the 9th floor. Finally, the door opened and she raced down the hallway, to room 919.
He could hear her heels as she ran down the doorway. He smiled as he went to open the door, delighted by the sound of her apparent impatient ness. He opened the door and was greeted by a bundle of heat with long blonde hair and flashing emerald eyes. Their lips met with in a wild, frantic kiss. He pulled her from the watchful eyes in the hallway and slammed the door, still holding the moaning woman, still kissing her sweet lips. He maneuvered her toward the bed, her body rubbing a delicious friction against his. Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes blazing with passion as she looked into his soft brown eyes.
"This is the last time, I swear." she rasped, her chest heaving as if she had run a marathon.
"Sure, Baby", he smirked as he reached for her blouse. "Whatever you say." Gracefully, he unbuttoned her blouse, one handed, all the time looking into those fiery eyes of hers.
She broke the gaze and glanced down at his pants, licking her lips. She quickly raised her eyes back to his, the hunger apparent over her flushed face. He reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of her soft hair. Gently he pushed her to her knees, knowing what she needed, what she wanted. She lunged at his zipper, clawing it down, and yanking his pants to the floor. She leaned and kissed his stomach, caressing the curly hair that trailed down. She inhaled deeply as she kissed his skin, savoring the smell of him. The hunger wailed up inside her as she rid him of his underwear and his throbbing cock sprang forth. The head was angry, purple and pulsating. She licked her lips again and glanced up to see if he was watching her.
He signaled he was as he pulled her by her hair closer to his body. She parted her soft red lips and engulfed him. Her mouth was pure heat as she used it to massage his member. Slowly, she sucked him, up then down, taking her time to taste every inch of the meal she had been offered. He loved watching her face as she sucked his cock.
She suckled at his cock like a woman starved. His hands felt so good in her hair. She nursed harder, her mouth moving up and down over his member. She took a breath and flicked the head of his cock with her busy tongue, then swallowed him again.
He inhaled deeply and she smiled with her full mouth. She loved to hear that noise. He pulled at her long hair and tried to dislodge her before he lost his load in her heated mouth. She whined and resisted, pulling back to continue her feast. He grabbed her arms and pulled her off the floor. She fell against him and he kissed her passionately. He grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as they kissed, her soft moans of protest filling his ears. He pushed her toward the bed, still holding her arms so she couldn't touch him, her moans starting to rise in pitch as she began to struggle.
She felt the bed at the back of her knees as he leaned into her, forcing her back. His body was on top of hers as they hit the bed, his lips still locked on hers, her hands trapped under her. He kissed his way down her neck, to her open blouse, nuzzling her perfumed skin. He enjoyed the way her back was arched with her hands under her, pushing her breasts even higher. The black bra gazed out at him from the open blouse, so he kissed along the edges. She caught her breath in her throat as his tongue snaked out under the lacy material to tease the hot flesh below. He then nibbled her breast thru the fabric, teasing her nipple into a hard point.
"Very pretty," he mumbled, admiring his handy work.
"Please," she whispered. "Please don't tease me this way."
He smiled warmly at her flushed face and lowered his head to continue his assault. His cheek pushed at the bra now, brushing against the nipple and making her squirm.
