She stands and doesn’t say another word and I get back to my art. My wetness dries up and I’m thankfully back to normal Alexis.
Chapter Eleven
It’s Tuesday and it’s time for me to go meet Joseph, my favorite man, at the hotel of the night. The Library Hotel in the city. My driver just pulled up out front and let me out. Becka should be on her way to visiting Brian and I am off to see my monthly boyfriend. After the little quarrel yesterday with Becka we haven’t spoken much. We usually eat together and get ready next to each other but tonight she’s been avoiding me. I’m kind of regretting telling her no because if I just gave in things would be normal again and we’d not be in this situation. I don’t know if I humiliated her or if it was just because I told her no. She’s not used to being turned down. Neither am I, honestly.
I retrieved the room number from Brian this morning so I don’t have to pick up a room key. This hotel is one of the best in the city. And I’ve never stayed here before. Joseph keeps upping his game. I wonder why we’ve never stayed in the same place twice. His wife maybe? I don’t know. Not that I’m complaining. Variety is the spice of life.
I knock on the suites door in a short gray trench coat and my pink silk nighty from Joseph underneath with white thigh-highs, a white garter belt and white satin bra. My hair down and my makeup subtly classic.
“Oh my, hello my beautiful lover,” he greets, standing in the doorway, offering me a glass of pink champagne. Which I accept.
“Hello handsome,” I smile and walk past him into the fabulous suite.
I take a sip of the champagne. Yum, it’s delicious. Joseph’s surprisingly still in his blue well-tailored suit, paisley tie and white long-sleeved dress shirt. Totally hot with his brown hair and eyes. He’s model gorgeous.
I sit my drink down on the nightstand and come over to my favorite client. I rub my hands along his chest and unbutton his double button suit jacket. Leaning up, I kiss his neck sensually.
“I missed you,” I whisper trailing soft kisses across his neck up to this chin ending on his lips.
His hand grips my hip through my coat and he growls.
“I’ve missed you way more, Ty. Has my pussy been a good girl this week?” He inquires darkly.
“She’s been begging for her favorite man to love her,” I purr into his ear, my hot breath teasing him. Making him putty in my hands.
He chucks his champagne glass across the room and it shatters against the wall. Diving into his jacket pocket he produces a condom. Tearing it ferociously with his teeth, he shifts me back just an inch and unzips himself, pulling out his monstrous cock and greedily feeds its hardened length with its protective sleeve. Grabbing the belt of my coat and he opens it to reveal my sultry pink nighty. He growls appreciatively and shoves it hastily off my shoulders. I let it fall to the ground and he bends down and grabs by butt cheeks, lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist. His hand on my butt, he savagely rips my thong off and tosses it haphazardly on the floor. My body ignites with excitement, loving his fervent lustful madness. It’s hot.
“My cock needs its pussy,” he growls and plunges into my tight hole. Oh god! I scream out in pain. It hurts like hell. I’m soaking wet but damn he’s huge.
“Sorry baby,” he whispers between a hot breaths, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, nibbling my sensitive skin.
He pulls out a little and slams back into me with a roar. He’s ferocious tonight. Turning around, he walks us back against the wall and pushes my back against it. “I’m sorry this is going to be hard on your body baby. But I’ve been dreaming about this since last Friday morning. I missed you so much,” he groans and hammers back into me. I yelp in a mix of pleasure and pain. Sweat is beading from his forehead, I can feel trickle down my neck.
“I missed you too Joseph. Give it all to me baby,” I purr, egging him on.
He takes that as an open invitation and starts to jackhammer my pussy into submission. Opening her up for him. Building a hard aching climax inside my core. My walls are contacting, wanting to shatter so badly around him. Gasping breaths are met with moans and groans from both of us. A sinful neediness fills us both as he bucks his hard cock into my eagerly awaiting hole. Oh, I’ve missed him.
“Oh fuck,” he moans and quickens his pace. “Yes, Ty. Oh baby, I’ve missed you.”
I grab the back of his hair and hold on for dear life.
“Come for me Ty, I’m so close. I can’t wait. Oh fuck…. Baby…. Come… I can’t stop myself… I need you to come,” he groans through hot ragged breathing. His tongue lapping my neck.
I feel his cock tighten up and I’m not there yet. I squeeze my walls around his cock to milk him and he grunts loudly, shakes and he explodes into me, screaming my name. His body bucking hard into my hole filling the condom deep inside of me, pulse after pulse.
“Fuck!” He yells, unhappily and sets me down on the floor gently. Backing away he forcefully throws his jacket off onto the floor and loosens his tie with a jerk, followed by running his hands through his hair as he begins pacing the room angrily. I’ve never seen him this way. He’s truly pissed. His face is caked with sweat, his face red and his jaw is clinched. His cock is still a semi, hanging out of his suit pants. I don’t know whether to talk to him or let him calm down. I’ve had a man put his hands on me twice in the past week. I think I’ll choose the latter.
I stand against the wall, staring at my monthly boyfriend pacing back and forth in his own world. He stops abruptly after about five minutes. His eyes burn into mine and he stalks his way over to me and stops in front of me dropping to his knees his eyes boring into mine. His hands find my waist and he adoringly holds onto me. His hands resting on the small of my back, his chin on my pubis.
“I’m sorry baby. I should have pulled away or stopped, I know you didn’t come. I’m sorry,” he apologizes sincerely. Which is completely absurd. I can feel the line of escort and girlfriend being fuzzed a bit. I need to make sure he realizes this isn’t about me. It’s about him. That’s why he pays me.
I place my hands sweetly on either side of his face. He’s so handsome. His skin is beautifully tan and his body tall and lean and cut in all the right places. He puts Michelangelo’s statue of David to shame.
“Sweetie, I want to please you. That is my job. It’s not your job in anyway shape or form to please me. I am just happy you came. I love feeling you fill me,” I say genuinely with a softness to simmer down his temper and foggy unhappiness.
“That’s something I want to talk to you about Ty,” he says and stands up. He grabs my hand and tugs me to the bed. I slide off my white heels and lay them on the floor and lie on the bed where he joins me, still in his clothes.
I frown. “I want my man naked,” I pout, pushing out my bottom lip.
He chuckles and gets back off the bed. “Oh, so my baby doesn’t like it when I wear my clothes around her, huh?” He winks naughtily.
I shake my head. “No. I. don’t,” I whine like a baby. “I like my man naked so I can see all of his sexiness. You do wonders for a suit. But damn that body without any clothes on is so hot.” I compliment and squeeze my legs together as I suck in my bottom lip for show. Although my core is screaming to be sated. I know I have plenty of time for that. Joseph is a giver. I have no doubt she will be gratified a hundred times over tonight.
He undresses as fast as he can and he’s already hard again. I peer around the room and notice there are no roses for me tonight. That’s strange. Nine months and no roses. Hum.
“I left from work to make it here sweetie. I’m sorry,” he apologizes; it’s like he read my mind. Sliding in next to me he places a hand on my side and caresses my sensitive skin. I love his touch. It ignites something inside of me. Making me want to fuck him beyond the call of duty.
“It’s fine babe. I understand,” I reassure with a sweet smirk.
“So I have two things we need to discuss tonight then I am going to tongue your pussy to make up for my stupidity earlie
r. I’m so sorry.” He frowns.
I scoot forward and kiss him sweetly on the cheek.
“Talk about whatever you want to, babe,” I urge. This sadness on my client’s face has got to stop. I hate when he’s like this. I like happy, horny Joseph. Not this.
“First one is, I bought you a cell phone.” He turns over and pulls something from his bedside drawer. It’s a pink iPhone and he lays it on the bed between us.
“I know that you have a phone. But Brian won’t let me have the number and I understand the rules. So this phone is just for us. You can call me anytime or text me anytime. You have unlimited data, texting and minutes on this phone. So use it for personal or work or whatever you want. I’ve paid an entire year for it. And you will be the one getting the statements so you know I’m not snooping into your personal records. That’s not what this is for. It’s so I can contact you. Secondly, and this is just a thought. Don’t flip out, please… I want to get snipped.”
“You mean, as in a vasectomy?” My eyes widen and I swallow hard, as he keeps caressing me. His stroking picks up. Like he’s trying to soothe me into calmness faster. But my heart kicks up a notch.
“Yes, I don’t want any more kids. I’m thirty-six. I’m done. Plus, my thoughts are that if I do go through with it, that maybe you’d be willing to have sex with me without a condom anymore. I know you can’t decide today and we’ll both have to discuss it with Brian. But I will provide all the documents you need to prove I’m clean and I already know you’re clean. Brian already supplied all that to me. So if I do, would you be willing to possibly have sex without a condom anymore? I love the feel of you baby and I want to feel all of you,” he explains very gentle and sweetly.
“Are you doing the vasectomy because of me or because of the no more children?” I question, which I think is valid.
He looks deep in thought for a moment. “Honestly, because I can’t lie to you. It’s so I can be with you in the most intimate way possible. I want to do it. I know the pregnancy thing is a huge burden to bear. Although the possibility of sucking my come out of your pussy sounds so good. I know it can’t happen. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to get around it and this is the only way I can see it possible.”
I shake my head. “No.”
He rears back like I’ve just smacked him. “Why?”
“I like you a lot. But I’ve never slept with anyone without a condom. I can’t do it,” I state forwardly even though I am crying on the inside. What kind of man is this perfect to offer all of this? It sounds stupid. But to me it means a lot. But this also means he’s blurring the line he shouldn’t be, that this is business and he’s taking it beyond that. And that means feelings and love are trickling in. Joseph and I cannot have more. Ever. I could never trust him in the romantic sense. He’s hired me for nine months. It wouldn’t be hard for him to do the same to me. That’s why it works as a professional set up. Beyond that is nonnegotiable.
“Never?” His eyes are wide with surprise.
“Nope, never. I pride myself in that. Being twenty-five and never going without a condom. I appreciate the offer and it is very tempting. But this has more to do with me than it does with you.”
He bobs his head acknowledging he understands. “But you’ll accept the phone?” His gaze shifts down examining its location.
“Yes, as long as you understand if I am working, I can’t respond right away and I can’t reveal my work information to you. It’s confidential.”
He nods, gets up on his knees and pushes me to the bed. Climbing between my legs he lays flat on the bed.
“Now I’m going to make up for my rudeness, baby.” He runs a finger up and down my dripping slit. “So warm and slippery.” He groans.
“You don’t have to…”
He cuts me off. “Shush… This is my time to please my girl.” He pushes a finger gently into my quivering hole. “That’s right baby. I know you want to come.” He flicks his tongue over my clit and I jump. His hand presses down on my belly and he feeds another finger inside; doing his come-hither motion to coax my g-spot into a dripping, writhing submission to his provocation.
His warm lips incase my hardened bud and he sucks it into his mouth, his nose on my mound. A groan of satisfaction bellows out of his throat. “Yes,” I moan into the air, wanting to buck my hips but his strong arm is holding me firmly to the bed.
He sucks harder and flicks his tongue over my tight bud and I scream and tug my hair as his magical fingers jam into my g-spot at a perfect fusion of pain and pleasure. I pant, trying to catch my breath, my body begging for a release. He’s so good at this. Fuck. Suck my clit, yes… Oh yes… I’m so close. Yes… I’m almost there. Oh god! I bite my lip and try to come off the bed. He won’t let me. I need to come. I want to fuck his fingers. But he’s refusing. Oh shit! His breathing is hot and heavy on my mound. He’s excited just as much as I am. He quickens his sucking and fucking and he bites hard onto my clit. I squeal and break apart in his mouth. I come hard, my pussy sucks his fingers in and I feel a gush of my juices pour out of me as my body rocks on the bed, my hands fist the sheets and I wail in loud cries into the air as my body convulses over and over and over. And he keeps up the rhythm and sucks me harder into his mouth. I roll into another orgasm and it won’t stop. I scream out again and pull my hair writhing in pure ecstasy underneath his perfect onslaught of pleasure. He eats my clit hard and nibbles on it and sucks it enthusiastically. Groaning deep in his throat I can feel him humping the bed, unable to control his feral actions of wanting to fuck me. I grab his head and push him in harder and he groans louder, eating me needier and his fingers swirling furiously inside of me. I’m close. So close. I cry out and come all over his fingers again and he pulls out of me and hurls across the bedroom to his pants, pulls out another condom, rips it open and plunges it over his cock. He dives between my legs and plows his giant cock back into my tight hole. I cry out in gratification and grab his perfect ass hard with my hands, compelling him to fuck me harder.
“Oh thank you for coming again,” he breathes hard. “I thought I was going to go crazy.” He hammers into me. My legs wrapped around his waist. My nails digging into his ass. “Grab my ass baby. Make it bleed,” he begs and slams into me, his balls slapping into my ass with stinging force. He loves the pain and I know it. It’s hot. I wonder if I pushed him harder if he’d like that too.
He stops and flips me over and dives back into me doggy style; my knees on the bed, my hands holding me up. The bed is slamming against the wall and he’s grunting loud, his fingers digging hard into my hips. I buck back into him following a perfect rhythm. Fuck. I steady myself and he pants erratically in his own animalistic pussy fucking world. I reach my free hand underneath me and grab onto his balls that are slapping my pussy. I squeeze and he moans louder. “Oh fuck!” he grunts. I squeeze harder to see if he asks me to stop but he doesn’t. He keeps going pushing into me and the firmer I pull and squeeze, the more urgent he becomes.
“Oh yes Ty, grab them. Pull them harder!” he yells and I feel his cock harden even more, swelling inside me. I know he’s close. I squeeze to the point of pain and he cries out and comes, brutally jerking into me. I keep a hold of his balls and he shudders. Unable to stop. His come fills the condom and he pulls out, I release his balls and he throws the condom on the floor and rips another open and feeds it onto his still hard member. Plunging it back into my hole. “Grab them,” he barks. I obey excitedly and pull and grab at them. “Harder!” he yells at me, and hammers my pussy again. “Oh yes,” he moans and I press my thumb directly onto one nut and squeeze like I want to pop a grape and he grunts deep. “Fuck!” he cries out and plows into me coming again, I keep squeezing and he bucks over and over into me filling the condom again with his creamy perfection. We do this three more times except the last two he doesn’t pull out he just keeps orgasming. He’s blowing dust by now but the orgasms he’s having are not any less intense. My pussy is sore but I’m too engrossed on making him come
that I don’t even care to think about my pleasure. This has to be the weirdest experience of ejaculating I’ve seen from a man. Not in a bad way, of course.
He falls onto the bed beside me and snaps the condom from around his cock, throwing it onto the floor next to the rest of them. Sweat is pouring off of him like a waterfall and he’s breathing is so heavy I don’t think he could catch his breath if he tried.
“Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing his side.
He coughs. “Ty baby, those were the best orgasms of my life!” he heaves out.
I giggle. “I’m glad, sweetie,” I smile, I can’t help it. He’s glistening so beautifully with sweat, his rock-hard abs are contracting from so much work.
“I can give you another,” I tease and reach over and grab his balls. His cock jumps to attention.
“I… can’t… fuck anymore… tonight… baby.” He throws his arms out to his sides, exhausted.
“Can you come more?” I ask seductively.
He nods. “Probably. It’s never enough when I’m with you.”
I sit up between his legs and spread them apart. If he’s kinky, I know what he’ll like. I’ve talked to Becka about this before. Most men I fuck are straight laced not super kinky, they enjoy blowjobs, come shots, some foot fetishes and occasionally a little rougher. But Joseph obviously likes the whole gambit. Time for some experimentation since he’s already beyond satisfied.
I grab his balls and he bucks off the bed in a pleasure cry. You’d think being tugged on and squeezed, you’d be tired of it. But people who enjoy pain and over stimulation, they actually prefer it better once they’ve been overused. It makes it more enticing. I don’t know why but that’s how it works.
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