Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
He has a wine bottle there, already open. I recognise the brand from the store. It was on offer last week.
“Sure, thank you,” I say, and he pours me a glass. It’s not even chilled, but that’s ok. It’s welcome. I almost forget and go to ask him his name, but luckily, I remember in time. He’s User 1378 and nothing more.
I slip off my coat, and he looks me up and down before he takes it from me and hangs it on the back of the door. I give him a cheeky smile as I take another sip of my wine, and I see the want in his eyes as he gazes at my cleavage. I like that. I find I’m wondering how big his cock is, shooting a look at the bulge of his jeans.
It feels a lifetime since I’ve taken one inside me.
“I absolutely love your tits,” he says, and I give him a sweet laugh.
“Thanks. You haven’t even seen them yet, though. Not in the flesh.”
“How about we remedy that?”
I put my wine glass down and close the distance between us, beginning to pull down my dress zip. It becomes clearly obvious that User 1378 has done this before. He takes over from me without a moment’s hesitation, loosening my dress until he can tug it down enough to free my tits.
“Yeah, even better in the flesh,” he says.
“Thank you.”
He strokes me, playing, flicking my nipples with his thumbs. Gentle.
I find myself wanting to say harder, but I can’t. This is his show not mine. I remember Orla’s instructions. Play their game, not yours.
“That feels good,” I tell the man in front of me, and hold my tits up for him to play some more. Inviting. I wish he’d pinch and tug my nipples, and grip nice and tight, but he doesn’t, just keeps stroking with a smile.
It’s instinct that has me clenching my thighs, my body wanting sex, even with a stranger. I arch my back, hoping he’ll drop his head and use his mouth on me, but he doesn’t. He does the opposite. He pulls me in for a kiss.
I’m not expecting the way his tongue swirls around mine as he grunts like a teenager with a boner. I kiss him back, still clenching my thighs and clinging onto the forbidden. He’s a stranger in a hotel room, and I’m being paid for it. I use that thought like a mantra.
His kiss gets more frantic as he walks me backwards towards the bed. It’s me who shimmies my dress off and steps out of it, running my hands up and down his back as though I’m as desperate as he is. I find I’m moaning against his mouth as he keeps on teasing my nipples, hitching myself against him like I can’t stop.
My fingers aren’t nervous anymore as I unbutton his shirt, still kissing him. My eyes are on his as I sweep my hands down his chest to his belt and set it free.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say between kisses, and being Holly is becoming much easier than I thought.
Holly thinks User 1378 is the hottest man alive. I look at him as though he is, murmuring about how much I want his cock in my mouth as I palm him through his jeans.
“Please,” I say. “Please, let me see.”
“You can show me first,” he says, playfully, and I do as I’m told. I slide my panties down and push him away far enough that he can see me in my full glory, still in my stockings and stilettos, with my hands on my hips. I rock for him, then run my fingers from my tits to my pussy, squatting just a little so I can push two fingers inside myself. Yeah, he likes that. I can see it in his eyes.
“I’m so fucking horny,” I tell him, and let my fingers work their own magic, while watching a stranger watching me. It’s a performance, and I’m the one taking centre stage, moaning as I work my clit like the slut I’m being paid to be.
He pushes down his jeans as he watches me, and kicks them to the side, still keeping his socks on. His dick is ok, but not exactly a monster. I drop to my knees as he presents it, gazing up at him with fluttering lashes as I open my mouth in invitation.
He thrusts his hips a couple of times before he gives it to me, as though he’s holding back a grand prize.
“Suck my dick, Holly,” he says finally, and I do what I’m told, gripping his thighs as I take him right the way to the back of my throat. In and out, I work him, lips popping, and tongue lapping, murmuring like his is the hottest cock I’ve had in my life.