“I am.”
“For how long?”
“Couple of nights,” I said. I shot back the whiskey and held up my glass for another. “How about you?”
“How about me?”
I smiled. “Are you a guest or a working girl?”
She let her eyes go dreamy and touched my hand. “What if I’m a little of both?”
I glanced at her left hand. No ring. As the whiskey worked its way through me, I couldn’t help but get lost in her cleavage as she spoke. The tits were fake. Trust me, I could spot fake tits a mile way. But fake tits or not, I instantly wanted to bury my face between them. I could feel my cock getting hard just looking at them. Guess I wouldn’t be eating Chinese tonight after all.
“Well, Kristen with a K,” I said, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. “How about we take our business and pleasure up to my room”
Her eyes swept up and down me. She narrowed her eyes at me. “You look really familiar. Are you famous? What is it you do?”
I leaned in and whispered in her ear. My speech was slurred, but my cock was rock steady. “Get your big tits and your tight pussy upstairs and I’ll show you what I’m famous for.”
She frowned at me for a moment, then smiled and scraped a fingernail down my cheek. “Control freak, huh. I like that.”
She slid off the stool and took my hand and led me to the elevator. I had my fingers inside her box even before the doors opened to the penthouse.
* * *
I was usually the one in control, but tonight, for some reason, I let the woman take charge. And Kristen was definitely a take charge kind of gal.
We stripped off our clothes on the way to the bedroom. I let Kristen put her hands
on my thick chest and push me back onto the bed on my back. She was clearly not like most of the women I’d had the pleasure of enjoying. She reminded me of me. Rough. Commanding. Controlling. Domineering. Did I say rough? It was her way or the highway. It was odd—and a total turn on—to be on the other side of the game for a change.
For the first time in my life, I allowed a woman to suck my cock before I put my mouth and hands on her. Usually, I planted my mouth over their clit or shoved my tongue in their pussy before they were even undressed. This time I gave her the satisfaction of pleasing me first. It was a nice little change of pace. I was surprised how much I was enjoying being the submissive one, at least for a moment.
With her hands milking my long shaft and her mouth on the head of my cock, she brought me to the edge twice before I pushed her off me and laid her on her back. Enough fucking around… Now it was my turn to show her how the game was really played.
“What are you doing?” she cooed, licking her lips. “I wasn’t done.”
“My turn…” I grinned at her as I leaned over the top of her, shoving two fingers inside her shaved snatch. She moaned and humped my hand as I reached up and gave her nipple a pinch. She quickly brought her hands up to cover her nipples.
“Move your hands,” I said, my fingers in deep to the knuckles.
“No,” she laughed. “You fucking pinched me! That hurt!”
“I’m sorry,” I said, making a pouty face. “Would you like me to lick them and make it all better?”
She clenched her melons and smiled. Her nipples were large and dark, like raspberries. She rolled her fingers over them. “Yes. Suck them.”
My fingers kept sliding in and out. She was juicing like water through a firehose. My entire hand was oily and hot. Her breath was getting heavy. I said, “So you can play rough, but I can’t? Is that your game?”
“Depends on what you mean by rough,” she said, her eyes fluttering as she approached her first orgasm of the night.
I brought my lips gently to her nipple and swirled my tongue around. “My idea of playing rough is giving you a pleasure and pain experience that ends in the best orgasm of your life.”
“The best orgasm of my life?” she said, giggling. “I’ve had… some… pretty… good ones… in fact….” She arched her back as the orgasm started to ripple through her. I quickly pulled my hand from her cunt. She looked at me and frowned. “Hey, I was about to cum!”
“I’ll make you cum,” I said. “Like you’ve never cum before. But it has to be my way.”
She stared at me for a moment, then a smile crept across her lips. “You’re a kinky boy, aren’t you, Bob?”