Dim hallway light filters under her suite door. Carpet swallows my footsteps. BlackBerry buzzes once—her reply ignored. I left the note, the Vienna ticket. Heart hammers. Everyone asleep in this London palace. Staff off-shift. Risk crackles like static.
Ear to wood. Muffled clink—champagne flute on marble. Rustle of silk. She’s pacing. Guêpière hugs her curves, I bet. Naked pussy under, from the restaurant tease. Cock twitches. Door handle cold under palm. Twist slow. No click. Unlocked? Her mistake.
The Contact
Push inch. Hinge whispers. Peep inside. She’s by mirror, back turned. Guêpière black lace, ass bare, glistening. Fingers trail thighs. Breath catches. She spins—eyes lock. Christelle. No scream. Lips part. ‘You.’ Whispered. Pulls me in. Door snicks shut.
Hands on waist. Heat radiates. ‘Fucking finally.’ Growl low. Lips crash. Tongue invades. Poison perfume chokes me. Push to wall. Skirt up—no, just lace. Rip straps down. Tits spill, nipples hard peaks. Suck one. Bite. She gasps—too loud? Freeze. Listen. Silence.
Her nails rake neck. ‘Quieter.’ Eyes wild. Drag to bed. Sheets cool. Strip fast. Cock springs free, veins throbbing. She drops, knees carpet-burn soft. Mouth engulfs. Slurp wet, gagging quiet. Balls tighten. Pull hair. ‘Not yet.’ Flip her. Face down, ass up.
Pussy lips swollen, slick. Dip fingers. Drip. ‘So wet for stranger.’ Thrust in. Bare. Inch by inch. Walls clench. Groan muffled in pillow. Pound slow. Bed creaks—fuck. Neighbors hear? Walls thin in old palace. Faster. Slap skin hushed. Sweat drips.
The Indiscretion
She bucks. ‘Harder.’ Whisper-hiss. Grip hips. Bruise marks tomorrow. Cock pistons. Gush around shaft. Her hand snakes, rubs clit. Shudder. ‘Coming.’ Bite lip bloody. I pull out. Strings cum connect. Flip. Straddle. Ride reverse. Ass cheeks spread. View obscene.
Parquet groans under shift. Light slits through blinds—streetlamp glow. Shadow us fucking. Her moans bubble, choked. Clamp hand mouth. ‘Shut it.’ Eyes roll. Pussy milks. I erupt. Flood deep. Collapse. Panting sync. Sticky mess leaks.
Minutes tick. Heart thuds chest. Slip off. Wipe cock on guêpière. Dress shadows. Kiss neck. ‘Vienna next.’ Door cracks. Hall empty. Creep out. Footsteps echo faint—maid? Freeze in alcove. She passes, yawning. Pulse roars ears.
Stairs down. Elevator ding—too bright. Slip past. To my suite adjacent. Door clicks. Lean back. Grin. Secret sealed. Neighborhood sleeps. Our filth hidden. Cock stirs again. Replay: her whimpers, the creak, the drip.