talent for pleasing a client.
'Great, Carl, you're a star. You've come through twice today. I owe you,' I said. 'I'll have a bike come round.' I hung up and turned to VZ. 'Shall I hang around and wait for the package?'
'Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed and lift your skirt up instead.'
I smiled and walked over to the bed. I sat down, hitched up my skirt and spread my legs.
He crouched at my feet, pulled my legs up and onto his shoulders, and began lapping my pussy with his tongue. I leaned back, suddenly noticing the open curtains and the view into an office block. 'If people are lucky, we'll give them a show.'
'Mmmmm. Your pussy tastes delicious,' he said. 'So beautiful.'
I let him linger there for a while, tasting me, licking my clit. I enjoyed watching the top of his head.
'Put your fingers inside me,' I said. After a few minutes of having my clit licked and rubbed, I wanted to be filled.
VZ pushed two fingers inside me, moving them back and forth while his tongue licked and sucked on my pussy. My head sank into the fluffy white pillows. I felt myself get wetter and wetter, and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. That's when I remembered I hadn't brought any condoms. Suddenly, the likelihood of giving him anything more was nil. I had a hard time imagining any rock star sensible enough to pack condoms; it didn't fit the 'live fast, die young' image.
'Come here,' he ordered me, moving away from my crotch and out of the bedroom. I followed, and found him on his knees in front of a 1960s-style chair. It was the shape of an egg sliced in half, hard silver plastic on the outside, hot-pink mock leather on the inside. VZ pushed aside the matching hassock and said, 'Sit on the edge.' I did as ordered, leaning back on my elbows and tilting my pelvis up to give him a better view.
Once again he dived into my pussy, then quickly shifted position to facilitate pushing his fingers in and out of me. I could feel my pussy start to throb and, as it did, VZ pushed harder and faster.
'Get down here, you dirty bitch,' he said, and I obeyed. After all, he was a rock star. I laughed to myself.
I went to lie on the carpet as commanded, but first checked to make sure I hadn't leaked onto the chair. The hotel had only been open a week. Plus, I didn't want to make a mess in a suite I'd scammed for free in exchange for a photo credit. That would have been rude.
A streak of clear oily juices was on the seat. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped the chair. Then I got down on the floor.
The wool carpet was soft, a brown swirling pattern set off against a biscuit background. Nice to look at, but, I feared, perhaps not ideal for disguising stains. As soon as I felt VZ's fingers re-enter me, and the throbbing resume, I stopped caring.
'Mmmn. This is the spot I was looking for,' he said. He continued to push against my G-spot. I felt the pressure build. I'd never ejaculated before but, as my pussy throbbed, I thought of Carol, a girlfriend from college who, after years under the thumb of New England Puritan repression, had learned to enhance her new life in sleepy Baltimore with violent orgasms.
'Fantastic new boyfriend ... best sex I've ever had ... amazing orgasms ... best lover ever ... makes me gush, and I mean gush.'
That last bit got my attention. 'What do you mean, gush?'
'Just resist the temptation to hold back when you're getting fingered. Instead, push, and, Suzanne, I tell you, it'll just happen naturally.''
I decided to put her advice to work. As VZ's fingers pushed harder and harder inside me, I pushed against them. It wasn't long before I felt the trickle of liquid between my legs. Getting wet wasn't usually a problem for me, but this was different. It was more like a river, as opposed to the usual drip. When I looked down, there was a puddle of my come on the carpet.
'Wow!' I said. 'That has never happened before. I can see the headlines now: ROCKER MADE ME GUSH. Hand me my mobile, will ya? I'll call
'Great, Carl, you're a star. You've come through twice today. I owe you,' I said. 'I'll have a bike come round.' I hung up and turned to VZ. 'Shall I hang around and wait for the package?'
'Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed and lift your skirt up instead.'
I smiled and walked over to the bed. I sat down, hitched up my skirt and spread my legs.
He crouched at my feet, pulled my legs up and onto his shoulders, and began lapping my pussy with his tongue. I leaned back, suddenly noticing the open curtains and the view into an office block. 'If people are lucky, we'll give them a show.'
'Mmmmm. Your pussy tastes delicious,' he said. 'So beautiful.'
I let him linger there for a while, tasting me, licking my clit. I enjoyed watching the top of his head.
'Put your fingers inside me,' I said. After a few minutes of having my clit licked and rubbed, I wanted to be filled.
VZ pushed two fingers inside me, moving them back and forth while his tongue licked and sucked on my pussy. My head sank into the fluffy white pillows. I felt myself get wetter and wetter, and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. That's when I remembered I hadn't brought any condoms. Suddenly, the likelihood of giving him anything more was nil. I had a hard time imagining any rock star sensible enough to pack condoms; it didn't fit the 'live fast, die young' image.
'Come here,' he ordered me, moving away from my crotch and out of the bedroom. I followed, and found him on his knees in front of a 1960s-style chair. It was the shape of an egg sliced in half, hard silver plastic on the outside, hot-pink mock leather on the inside. VZ pushed aside the matching hassock and said, 'Sit on the edge.' I did as ordered, leaning back on my elbows and tilting my pelvis up to give him a better view.
Once again he dived into my pussy, then quickly shifted position to facilitate pushing his fingers in and out of me. I could feel my pussy start to throb and, as it did, VZ pushed harder and faster.
'Get down here, you dirty bitch,' he said, and I obeyed. After all, he was a rock star. I laughed to myself.
I went to lie on the carpet as commanded, but first checked to make sure I hadn't leaked onto the chair. The hotel had only been open a week. Plus, I didn't want to make a mess in a suite I'd scammed for free in exchange for a photo credit. That would have been rude.
A streak of clear oily juices was on the seat. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped the chair. Then I got down on the floor.
The wool carpet was soft, a brown swirling pattern set off against a biscuit background. Nice to look at, but, I feared, perhaps not ideal for disguising stains. As soon as I felt VZ's fingers re-enter me, and the throbbing resume, I stopped caring.
'Mmmn. This is the spot I was looking for,' he said. He continued to push against my G-spot. I felt the pressure build. I'd never ejaculated before but, as my pussy throbbed, I thought of Carol, a girlfriend from college who, after years under the thumb of New England Puritan repression, had learned to enhance her new life in sleepy Baltimore with violent orgasms.
'Fantastic new boyfriend ... best sex I've ever had ... amazing orgasms ... best lover ever ... makes me gush, and I mean gush.'
That last bit got my attention. 'What do you mean, gush?'
'Just resist the temptation to hold back when you're getting fingered. Instead, push, and, Suzanne, I tell you, it'll just happen naturally.''
I decided to put her advice to work. As VZ's fingers pushed harder and harder inside me, I pushed against them. It wasn't long before I felt the trickle of liquid between my legs. Getting wet wasn't usually a problem for me, but this was different. It was more like a river, as opposed to the usual drip. When I looked down, there was a puddle of my come on the carpet.
'Wow!' I said. 'That has never happened before. I can see the headlines now: ROCKER MADE ME GUSH. Hand me my mobile, will ya? I'll call
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