Champagne Charlie
by Bel Anderson

She isn’t my type. With those fake eyelashes, boob-job and spray-on tan she couldn’t be further from my type, but her legs in those stiletto heels are long and shapely and she’s definitely smiling at me.

Like the fish out of water that I am, I nod at her and then stare again into the caramel depths of my whisky. 

I curse Edward for the tenth time for “popping” out to make what is proving to be a very long “essential” phone call and leaving me perched here like a lemon.

This isn’t my scene. In fact, it couldn’t be further from my scene. A floor that clings to the soles of your shoes; air conditioning recycling the foul, yeasty aroma of stale beer; a bucket-seated plastic bar stool – it’s all a million miles away from the carpeted comfort of the sort of places I usually frequent.

I glance at my watch and then at the door. When I look back, she is right beside me, straight white teeth smiling from between glossy pink lips, a luminous blue cocktail festooned with umbrellas and little plastic animals on sticks in one hand. Her perfume is light and fresh as she leans closer to speak into my ear above the music.

‘You don’t look very happy!’ she shouts, nearly deafening me.

‘Not really my scene,’ I reply, leaning in to get closer to her ear and feeling the silkiness of her hair tickle my nose.

She rests a gentle hand on my thigh. ‘Wanna go somewhere else, then?’

I’m used to women coming on to me. I know that sounds conceited but I think it has a lot to do with the expensive cut of my suit, the Rolex and the limo. I’ve also been told I look a lot like a certain Hollywood actor with my head of thick silver hair. I have to admit that the ladies certainly do seem to like running their fingers through it. 

As I ponder the wisdom of taking this slightly trampy little thing back to my hotel, my cock twinges and makes the decision for me. Stuff Edward and his never-ending phone call.

Edward does a double-take as we come up the steps. ‘Call me tomorrow,’ I tell him. My little brother gapes at the girl for a moment and then remembers he’s on the phone. We climb into my waiting limo and the driver pulls smoothly off into the black velvet night.

‘I’m Emmy,’ she tells me, accepting a glass of champagne and completely failing to hide her excitement. She’s all wide-eyed and ingenuous suddenly, with her long legs splayed fawn-like across the leather seat and her skirt riding up to almost show her panties.

My cock stirs again and I eye her speculatively as 

I drain my glass. ‘Pleased to meet you, Emmy,’ I say, reaching out one finger to stroke the inside of her firm thigh. ‘I’m Charles.’ 

Very slowly and provocatively, she traces the rim of the glass with the tip of her tongue and smiles at me. ‘Can the driver see us, Charlie?’ she asks.

‘No,’ I say. ‘Not unless you want him to.’

She giggles and wriggles closer, sliding her legs wider apart so that my finger can continue its journey. My straining cock and I are delighted to discover that she isn’t, in fact, wearing any panties. She gasps as my finger touches the slippery bud of her clit – a small, soft gasp that makes me want to yank her onto my lap and slide my cock into her right here in the car. If only the drive to the hotel wasn’t so short …

She reaches across to caress the insistent bulge in my suit trousers. I watch her hands, noting the squared-off French manicure and the little jewels sparkling on the white tips of her nails, as my cock leaps and grows under her touch. I imagine those fingers squeezing my swollen shaft as her glossy lips tease the sensitive head and I’m consumed with desire. 

‘Wow, big boy,’ she breathes, ‘I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in here.’

I slip into my overcoat before helping her out of the car. The London evening is warm, but decency dictates that I should disguise the urgent bulge in my trousers. As she precedes me up the steps and through the revolving doors, I imagine her excitement glistening on the insides of her thighs and it’s as much as I can do to keep my hands off her.

The girl on reception smiles at me as she passes me my key, discreetly averting her eyes from my companion as though she isn’t there. Emmy gazes around as I take her elbow and guide her towards the lift, her mouth a soft “o” of amazement, which tells me that she hasn’t been inside a hotel like this before.

As soon as the lift doors close, I unbutton my coat and pull her against my hard-on, grinding my hips against hers. She raises one long leg and hooks it around me, pressing her bare, wet pussy hard against my cock, moaning softly as I bend to kiss her throat. In my life, I’ve had many women, believe me, but I don’t think I’ve ever had one who was as charmingly desperate for it as this one is. I can see there’s no pretence with her; no playing hard to get. Mind you, I’m hard enough for both of us.

When the lift stops and the display reads “Penthouse Suite”, she looks at me agog. I smile suavely and straighten her skirt for her before the doors slide apart, even though they open straight into the penthouse. She goes ahead of me, her high heels sinking into the plush carpeting as she skips from room to room like a child, exclaiming in excitement.

‘Wow,’ she says, pressing her little nose against the window and taking in the panoramic view of the city rooftops and the illuminated, still-buzzing streets, ‘I’m guessing you must be pretty rich.’ 

I say nothing; after all, I wouldn’t want to feel that she’s only interested in me for my money when I have so much more to offer her. I lay my coat and suit jacket across one of the leather chairs and beckon her to me. She sinks to her knees and looks up coquettishly as she traces the outline of my erection. She unbuckles my belt, unfastens my trousers and at last frees my cock which stands hugely to attention.

‘Wow,’ she says again and slides her fingers around it. Raising herself up slightly, she touches her tongue delicately to the tip. As my cock leaps eagerly towards her, a bead of pre-come slides out and she licks it off with a little murmur of appreciation as those manicured fingers begin to move slowly up and down. I watch her take more of it into her throat with each dip of her pretty blonde head, and feel my balls begin to tighten. 

‘Stop,’ I say, taking hold of her hair and pulling her head up, ‘that’s too good.’

Obediently, she kneels with her knees suggestively spread, and removes her tight, glittery animal-print top. She’s not wearing a bra and her rounded breasts sit like perfect melons against her ribs, the nipples dark and erect. 

Keeping her green eyes on mine, she circles her nipples and then rubs her palms over them before arching her back to offer them to me.

Hurriedly, I kick off my shoes and socks, step out of my trousers and boxers and start unbuttoning my shirt as 

I drop to my knees in front of her on the soft carpet. She tugs the shirt from my shoulders and tosses it away and then shuffles closer, wearing nothing but her tiny skirt and the stilettos. As she swings her hair aside, the silky tips of it brush my naked chest and, with a shudder of violent lust, I reach out to grab her just above the waist and bend my lips to those cherry nipples, first sinking my teeth gently into them and then tantalizing them with my tongue, just as she teased my cock a few moments ago.

Still kneeling, she leans right back, arching like a dancer, and rests her shoulders on the floor, offering up her lovely breasts to me. As I continue to suck her nipples, one hand supporting the small of her back, I slide my other hand under her skirt and slip two fingers easily inside her. She tenses her muscles, strong and tight, and rotates her hips against them.

My cock strains towards her and I’d like nothing more than to ram it straight up into her silky wetness and shoot my load, but that’s probably what she’d expect from an inexperienced 20 year old, not from a seasoned lover like me. Besides, she’s quite charming in her coltish, overdone way and I want to give her the best time I can. 

I want her to remember me for all the right reasons. 

I slide my fingers out of her and pull her gently up onto her feet. The skirt is little more than a narrow tube of elastic and it slides easily past her shapely thighs when 

I tug at it. She goes to step out of her shoes as well, but the sight of a naked woman in stilettos is one of my favourite things.

‘Keep them on,’ I order, kneeling in front of her and running my hands down the smooth length of her tanned legs. Her neat little pussy is almost completely shaved; just a thin strip of light brown hair covers the soft, pink lips. Not a natural blonde, then – but I hadn’t thought for a minute that she was. Her swollen lips glisten with excitement and, as I lean in to breathe the sexy, animal scent of her, she sighs softly and parts her legs a little. 

The dark bud of her clitoris pushes towards me, demanding to be touched. I press my face against her soft hair and slide out my tongue. As it comes into contact with the hard, sensitive nub, I feel a shudder run all along her body and she cries out, her hands flailing for something to hold. They settle on my hair and her nails rake my scalp as I push my tongue harder against her cunt, parting her slippery lips and lapping up her tangy juices. It feels its way delicately around, sliding mercilessly against her clit as she gasps and spreads her legs wider for me. This is sexy all right – just ask my cock – but I want more. I want to fuck his girl with my tongue and feel her come against my face. I want to lick her out like she has never been licked out before.

I carefully release her and get to my feet. She pouts prettily and I pull her to me, kissing her lips and making sure she tastes her own excited juices, which she laps up enthusiastically.

‘Patience, Emmy,’ I tell her, opening the bar and taking out a well-chilled half-bottle of good champagne. With the bottle and two glasses in one hand, I take her hand with the other and lead her through to the bedroom. 

She leaps straight into the middle of the emperor-size bed and leans back on the pillows. Smiling seductively at me as I pop open the bottle, she lets her knees fall apart and slides two fingers into the mysterious dark, slick hole that my tongue is so keen to investigate. As I pour the champagne, I watch her, my cock stiffening ever more, until I can’t bear just watching any longer.

Placing the glasses on the side, I take my shaft in my hand, my eyes locked on hers, and begin to slide my palm up and down as she moves her fingers in and out. I watch as her labia engorge and her whole pussy opens up like an exotic flower. She arches and pushes her fingers further in, her glossy bottom lip caught between her perfect teeth, her breath coming in little gasps, the stiletto heels on the end of her long legs digging into the thick bedcover. My own excitement is building a little too much and I squeeze my quivering shaft and breathe deeply, mastering the threatening surge that’s about to overtake me.

‘Come here,’ she gasps, withdrawing her wet fingers and holding out her arms to me. I climb carefully onto the bed with the two full glasses and hand one to her. She drinks deeply and then gives it back to me. As I kneel on the bed, handicapped by a glass in each hand, she crawls towards me and slides her lips over the tip of my cock. 

My eyes roll back in my head as the stinging fizz of the champagne in her mouth pricks like a million delicious needle-tips. Then the warm wash of the liquid swirling around my cock is almost too much as she moves up and down it, lips clamped tight. After a few moments of exquisite pleasure, she comes up giggling and makes a show of swallowing the mouthful of champagne as though it’s my come, which it very nearly is.

‘Delicious!’ she says, licking her lips suggestively.

‘My turn,’ I say, my voice thick with lust. I set her glass down and she lies back on the pillows, waiting with an impish smile on her face. I grin at her as I kneel between her legs and push her knees up and apart, completely exposing her tight little cunt. With one hand, 

I loop her waist and pull her closer, tilting her pelvis so that her hole is wide open before me while I hold my glass ready with the other.

She shrieks in delight as I carefully pour a trickle of cold champagne into her pussy, using two fingers to stretch it open, and then shrieks again when I lower my head and plunge my tongue into her hole, pushing the fizzing bubbles deeper inside her and sending them overflowing and spilling down the tops of her thighs. 

I drain my glass and toss it to one side, this time using my mouth to dribble a shot of fizz deep into her while I hold her open. Again, I drink from her, pushing my tongue inside as far as it will go to lap up every last drop as she bucks against my face and gasps for more.

‘Yeah,’ she breathes, ‘oh yeah!’ 

She pulls her feet up behind me, the sharp stiletto heels pressing into my shoulders, and opens herself wider, taking as much tongue as I can give her. As she cries out, her heels dig exquisitely harder and sharper into me. It’s the horniest thing I’ve done in a long time and when she begins to pant, I grasp my cock and begin to pump it again, jerking in time with her horny thrusts into my face. She scrapes the heels along the top of my back and I feel her neat little pussy-hole tighten around my tongue.

‘Yes!’ she shouts, ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’

As she climaxes, I pull away to release the mind-blowing rush I’ve been holding back and fire long white strands of urgent come all over her slim waist and perfect tits with a roar of my own.

Sated, I lie beside her. We’re both breathing heavily as I stroke her face and pull her close, spreading the river of spunk between us so that our heaving bodies slide dirtily against each other. When our breathing has steadied, I sit up and pass her a glass. 

‘Cheers!’ she says, chinking it to mine and downing its contents in one. What a girl.

‘Sit on my face,’ I tell her. She looks slightly surprised but clambers up over me and does as she’s told. I grab her hips and pull her firmly down, sliding my tongue straight up into her sweet, swollen, over-sensitised cunt. 

‘Oh, fuckin’ shit!’ she gasps, as my tongue slides in and out, alternately fucking her and jabbing at her clit. She rides my face with gentle, swooping movements while my tongue does its work.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t believe I’m coming again,’ she moans after only a few minutes and I feel her tense up.

‘Yes!’ I breathe into her, imagining how my hot breath feels against her aroused skin, ‘Come on, baby!’ I reach round and find her clit, giving it the extra stimulation it needs while she rides my tongue until it aches.

With a sudden cry she doubles over and her pussy pulsates violently against my open mouth, her juices running deliciously over my lips and chin.

‘Shit,’ she gasps, collapsing against the headboard, ‘I’ve never come that fast before.’ Then she slides down to sit on my chest, her perfect melon breasts rising and falling erotically.

‘Ah well,’ I pull her down and kiss her open mouth, ‘they don’t call me Silvertongue for nothing.’

‘Silvertongue,’ she repeats, sliding her hot tongue into my mouth and wriggling down to lay her firm little body on top of mine, trapping my rapidly stiffening cock between her thighs. ‘It suits you.’

I only just invented “Silvertongue” but who cares? Apparently, it suits me.

‘Can I ride you now?’ she asks, sliding slowly up and down my body so that my cock, prisoner between those silky thighs, jumps straight back up to attention. 

With a sudden move that makes her shriek in delight, 

I roll her over and lay on top of her, pinioning her to the bed, my shaft still tight between her thighs but on my terms now. Again, I see excitement flash in her eyes.

‘Stay!’ I tell her as I get up and leave the room. I slip my belt from my trousers and come back to stand in the doorway of the bedroom, slapping it like a riding crop against my palm. To be honest, I’m not planning to use it on her like that, but I’m interested to see what her reaction will be. Her eyes widen but she doesn’t flinch.

‘Come here,’ I say softly, my eyes commanding her to obey. She climbs off the bed and walks unsteadily towards me in those sexy heels, her pupils still post-orgasmically huge. When she reaches me, I loop the belt around her tiny waist, jerk her towards me and fasten it even though it’s much too big for her.

I use it to lead her across to the full-length mirror where I stand close behind her and pull it tight as I reach round and fondle her breasts with my free hand. She watches me in the mirror, her breath starting to come in sharp gasps again. I guess the little minx likes the feel of the leather against her naked flesh, or perhaps she’s turned on by the way I have her trapped in front of me like a pet on a leash. I know I am.

Our eyes lock in the mirror as I slide my hand down her belly to her cunt, which is wetter than ever. She spreads her legs and I slip three fingers in, forcing her flesh apart, making her gasp and writhe. I feel a new rush of wetness soak my fingers and I jerk on the belt to pull it tighter as I press my cock between her neat little buttocks, nosing it down towards my fingers. I twist my hand in the belt and turn her side-on to the mirror, pushing her over so that she’s bent double.

As we stare at our reflection, I step back and take my length in my slippery hand. We watch as I first firmly stroke its rock-hard length and then guide it between her thighs. She moans with desire as the tip touches home. 

I tease us both a little, sliding it up and down and almost in a few times and then, with a confident thrust, I take her by surprise and penetrate her.

Her cunt feels just how I’ve been imagining it – hot, tight and gorgeously wet. We both stare into the mirror as I hold her steady and flex my cock inside her. She answers with a flickering of powerful muscles, squeezing it as I flex again. Slowly, I slide my glistening shaft in and out, the leather belt biting into her flesh as I hold her captive for each thrust. 

‘Harder!’ she gasps, her eyes turning to limpid pools of lust as she watches herself being fucked, her fabulous legs long and straight in the stilettos, her breasts bouncing each time I pound into her. We look so good together; a silver lothario and a real-life Barbie. As I thrust right to the top of her fabulous cunt, I’ve never been so hard.

Still holding the belt, I slide my free hand round to cup a breast and gently pull her up so that she is standing upright, knees bent, as I ram almost vertically up inside her. I hold her against me and watch my clenching, thrusting buttocks driving my throbbing erection deeper each time and relish the helpless gasps being forced out of her with every lunge.

‘Oh fuck!’ she reaches an arm up to cling to my neck, ‘That’s so good!’

I can tell she’s getting ready to come a third time. She’s tensing those gorgeous pussy muscles and clamping tight to my girth as I fuck her relentlessly. Sweat trickles down my back and the sweetest darkness gathers behind my eyes as I feel the point of no return approaching. 

‘Ahhh!’ she shouts, ‘Yes!’

‘Come on then, you sexy girl,’ I command wildly as 

I pound her tensed, slippery flesh, ‘Come all over my rock-hard cock!’

She doesn’t need telling twice. With an explosion of rippling muscles and animal cries, she comes fast and furiously, her blonde head thrown back hard against my chest. With a cry to match hers, I thrust powerfully and abandon myself to the blinding ecstasy of shooting a second massive gush of hot come, this time all the way up inside her. Her knees give way and we fall to the floor, still joined, a bucking, shouting tangle of ecstatically orgasmic human flesh.

‘That was amazing, Charlie,’ she murmurs after what seems a blissful eternity, ‘and I really like this room. Can I stay all night?’

‘Emmy, you can stay as long as you want,’ I tell her.