Elevator dings soft. Hallway glows dim under golden lights. Thick red carpet eats my footsteps. Door 337. Light leaks thin sliver underneath. Voices murmur inside, low and teasing. Fist raps quiet. Heart hammers chest. Door cracks open. Assurbanipal fills frame, tall, broad grin. ‘Aqui, get in.’ Pulls me through. Click shut behind. Room huge, luxe. Bérénice on couch, legs crossed slow. Red top strains over full tits. Black band cinches waist. Short red skirt rides high. Black stockings hug thighs. Pale skin flashes above garters. Dark hair cascades. Eyes lock mine, smoky. ‘Drink?’ He pours Perrier, fizz bubbles. We chat. Words blur. Her scent hits, musky sweet. Tension coils tight. ‘Ready for serious?’ His nod. She rises fluid. Circles table. Stands right. Hands forward. Bends over my lap. Belly presses thighs. Heat seeps through skirt. Long hair veils face. ‘I’m set.’ He points. ‘Lift it.’ Fingers hook hem. Slide up slow. Black garters. Thigh flesh quivers. No panties. Bare ass cheeks, round, white, perfect. Crack hints pink. Pussy lips peek, already slick.
Palms cup first, like he showed. Hollow hands mold curves. Breathe deep. First slap. Crack! Muffled thud on flesh. Cheeks jiggle ripple. She gasps sharp, bites lip. Pink blooms faint. Second. Slap! Harder. Ass dances. Heat builds fast. ‘Good,’ he whispers. Increase rhythm. Slap-slap! Palm stings. Her hips buck gentle. Pussy wets more, lips swell. Moan escapes, stifled quick. ‘Quiet,’ I hiss. Walls paper-thin. Guests next door sleep? Or listen? Floor creaks under shift. Light flickers blinds, shadows dance. Sweat beads her back. Red spreads even. Finger marks etch. She squirms, spreads legs inch. Cunt drips clear. ‘More!’ Breath ragged. Pace surges. Crack-crack-crack! Ass glows crimson fire. Vibrates each hit. Back arches. Hips grind my thigh. Clit rubs hard. Cries muffled pillow. Hand burns raw. Ignore. Caress hot skin, then slam. Cheeks bruise purple hints. Body tenses. Trembles rack. ‘Fuck!’ Gasped low. Orgasm crashes. Juices flood thighs. Shudders deep. Pussy pulses visible. She collapses soft, panting.
The Contact
Glasses clink after. She stands bare-assed, skirt gone. Turns slow. Scarlet globes shine, handprints stark. He grabs legs, spins her. Smack-kiss on cheeks. She wiggles coy. I rise. ‘Gotta go. Thanks.’ Door whispers open. Hall empty. Steps quick down carpet. Elevator hums. Heart thuds wild. Doors part. Old couple inside, polite nods. Woman eyes my flushed face. Man glances hands, still red. Heard slaps? Moans? Throat tight. Smile fake. Out lobby. Night air cool. Cross street, quartier sleeps. Windows dark. Wife waits home. Secret locked. Palms tingle heat. Ass memory burns. Crave next slap already. Neighbors everywhere. Who knows?