Today, she decided, she was feeling horny enough and nasty enough for it to be one of their Game Days. He wouldn’t mind, that’s for sure. He was always game. He had a cock that was always up begging and simply wouldn’t play dead. In combination they were a pair of insatiable fuckers who had no qualms about taking their antics beyond their bedroom walls. They didn’t even think their rudeness had to stop at them alone. Others were definitely invited, even though they had a passion for each other that could burn like wildfire. Others were just props for them, living sex toys. In this respect they were selfish and single-minded, but neither would ever find their conscience troubled by it. Pleasure was pleasure and anyone who missed any chance of it deserved all the short shrift life gave them.
You wouldn’t necessarily know it to look at them, especially not before they had dressed for the part. They didn’t exactly have ‘voracious sexual predator’ written all over them. She was a curvy redhead with what might be lazily described as a certain MILF-ish quality to her, but she could look somewhat plain without make-up and a touch severe with. He was tall, wide and solid, with a penchant for body-building befitting someone who mainly worked in security. His head was shaved stubble-close and he had the deep lines, nicks and scars of a man with a lived-in face. However, his eyes were deep brown and they drooped a little at the corners to give him more of a kindly, almost sad look, which is why he preferred to wear shades when aiming to be assertive.
Their games, when others were to be involved, always had them assuming dominant roles. It was the best way to retain control and it suited their true selves. Most of what they did originated in her mind. She was the cunning one, the creative one. However, never before had she dared to try anything with a complete stranger somewhere outside the regular clubs or likely venues. This was a bold step up even for her, always the fearless one. It was one she was not likely to feel truly comfortable in taking until she was dressed and in character. Even then she thought it might require more balls than perhaps even her partner could muster.
However, what a chance to seize. One so perfect, so seemingly presented on a plate, might never come along again. They had been brought into another hotel of the exclusive chain they worked for – the one with fabulous suites whose balconies looked out across the gnarly vine-clad slopes of the valley and beyond towards the Med. There had been a security breach here just days before a VIP party was due to descend. Dismissals had been made, leaving gaps. They were there to help do a sweep and plug any remaining leaks. It gave them more control and access to certain things than they would normally be allowed. It meant they knew who the hostesses would be and to which suites they would be assigned.
He sauntered back in from the bathroom with his hair still wet, clad only in tight cotton hipster briefs. He habitually showed himself off whenever possible: his pecs and biceps, the bulge of his languishing yet always-ready-to-spring-to-action cock. The briefs were just for a moment’s show, just a little tease to ensure he grabbed attention as they were slipped midway down his thighs, the slow reveal quickening her pulse more than the sight of him gratuitously naked would have done. He didn’t have to look to know that her eyes were already keenly upon him as he tugged patiently but purposefully upon his cock to open the gate for those ever eager blood cells, to let them rampage through and fill him to bursting.
She salivated, of course. What else would a cock-hungry bitch like her do? And his so perfect. But he wasn’t yet done, oh, no. He regarded himself in the long dressing mirror as he removed the lid from a jar and used two fingers to scoop out a quantity of opaque, wax-like coconut oil. The stuff is all the rage these days, both as a skin product and for cooking. But how many others daily smooth it into their erect cock, not only from some vain notion about keeping the skin beautiful but also to have there a slight but ever-present lubricant ensuring he was always ready for anything? And of course it was a bonus that it provided an invitingly exotic smell and taste for anyone he might want to cajole into feasting upon it.
She wanted to, right now. Watching him slowly wank to his own reflection was achingly difficult to resist. However, that made it too easy for him and experience taught that her rewards were best if he was made to work for his. Fortunately, she had a scheme, one involving hotel hostesses. ‘Hostess’ was the name given to the simple chambermaids who were temporarily elevated to look after VIP guests in their suite. Their job wasn’t particularly taxing. They were basically there to keep quiet and look good, a bit of glamour to hold trays of drinks and clean surfaces. It was just a way for the hotel to score a little bit higher in the minds of their guests.
The girls were all of a type: attractive – that was a given – and young. The latter meant they were often suggestible and eager to please in this perceived role of responsibility. It was a way up the ladder if the job was done well. That was the key. Glitz and wealth overawed most ‘ordinary’ people all the time. It was how the rich and powerful were able to manipulate so many so often. Unwitting innocents propelled suddenly into this world were easily malleable. It was human nature. It didn’t matter what strength of character that person had. They did as they were told. They acted to please and stayed quiet.
In her role as flying security guru she knew which three girls had been chosen this time. She’d pulled their details, including a picture. She could almost tell from the eyes which one was the most likely to fit their needs. With her plan, if one girl didn’t work for them they could always move on to the next. And the plan was simple: in view of recent security breaches it would be wise to set up a dummy run for a VIP client visit. Send the girls in turn to their assigned suite (such things were always very hush-hush) as if the client was imminent. If the paparazzi showed up within the hour you had the source of your leak, or at least you could narrow down the culprits to a minimum. If the coast remained clear, the hostess passed her test and was clearly trustworthy.
The woman wasn’t really bothered about how well her test worked. Leaks always came from the top anyway. She just wanted the naïve pretty girl in the sumptuous bedroom, all alone for an hour. She wanted that girl to think that someone very important was about to arrive and that her job was to serve them. She was to think that she was the face of the hotel for that time. Responsibility like that changes a person. It makes them so very eager to please. In that the woman saw the chance of a challenge, and thus it was easy to formulate her game.
‘I bet you,’ she said, still watching the man smoothing the coconut oil into his erection, ‘that I can have you balls deep inside some pretty young thing today without you saying even a single word to her. Without you even speaking at all.’
The man looked her way, his interest piqued by the thoughts of pretty girls and his cock buried inside them. He raised his eyebrows to elicit more information from the woman.
‘No paying her,’ she continued. ‘No incentives offered at all. Simply from my words. A girl neither of us has ever laid eyes on before. A total stranger just going about her daily business. I bet you I can.’
The man looked back at his reflection and studied it as if to suggest his looks alone should be enough to have any female silently begging for him. However, she knew the score. She also knew that the idea of the game excited him, despite his poker face.
‘If I win,’ she said, ‘we go to the club later, because I’ve a real hankering to have two cocks inside me tonight.’
Oh, yes, she certainly did. And if she was feeling particularly victorious then he might only get to find himself watching her deeply taking those fabulous cocks.
Nadia threw open the double doors and stepped out onto the balcony and into the blue, the sun immediately thrillingly warm where her skin was bare. It seems you got given shorter dresses to wear when on hostess duty, ones that belled out a little where they ended above the knee. This one would be precarious in gusty winds but then that was essentially the point. As a hostess you were meant to look more attractive and approachable than the stuffier chambermaids. You were meant to look a little more available even though the management made it abundantly clear that any fraternising with the guest beyond one’s prescribed duties was expressly forbidden. You were supposed to keep your mouth shut and look good. VIPs did not want ugly servants blighting their fabulous suites.
Of course one could get offended at being paraded about like this, picked primarily as eye candy rather than for any actual hosting skills. However, it was hard for Nadia not to feel a surge of pride along with excitement when she got picked; there were, after all, a fair few young girls working there that she had been chosen above. Plus you got paid double whilst on duty, and there was the chance of a fat tip, and you got to spend all your day in the best suites in the place. The standard rooms were already good but the VIP suites were something else. And the work was hardly exhausting. You served drinks to the guests, packed and unpacked for them, fetched whatever they needed, things like that. Basically you were the link between the concierge and room service, a silent helper to ensure the guests didn’t even have to make a phone call, answer a door or lift a finger for anything. From what Nadia could gather, many of these VIPs already had an entourage to ensure that happened anyway.
It was the first time she had been picked as a hostess. The hotel she had recently come from didn’t get the VIPs. She had transferred here as part of her plans for a Big Adventure, and so far things were going rather well. She had been lucky to sneak a position as one of the on-site workers. Her package included bed and breakfast as well as concessions on other meals and the use of certain facilities. The deduction for room and board took nearly all of her wages but she could keep all tips and it allowed her a way to work in such an exclusive resort when she could never otherwise have afforded accommodation. It still didn’t mean you could live the high life, but you got to witness it and experience it vicariously. And there were cheaper, lively, welcoming bars for the locals and for all those migrant workers needed to staff the high number of tourist facilities for such a relatively unpopulated area.
Being resident did mean you could be moved from room to room at any time, depending on the hotel’s needs. Rarely did you even get one of the standard rooms. Often, like now, you could be lumped into a twin with someone else. Her current room-mate was a very pleasant girl, although the language barrier meant they struggled to really get on. So many came across from Eastern Europe, seeking a better life. This girl also seemed to spend a lot of her time whispering silent prayers and crossing herself – although the little sighs and whimpers that could be heard emanating from her side of the bedroom at night suggested that her thoughts and actions then were anything but religious.
Nadia would never admit it to anyone but temptation was certainly something she was struggling to ignore. She was nowhere near as brazen as some of the girls here seemed to be. It was not in her nature to seek quick fixes from local Lotharios. She thought she had a little more pride than that. Nor in her few weeks here had she yet had to succumb to self-remedy in the way her room-mate did. Perhaps she would have done if privacy allowed. The sun’s gorgeous rays seemed to beam directly onto the pleasure zone between her legs. Her mind was always prone to wander but this heat inspired an uncharacteristic tendency towards rude flights of fancy. It could leave her almost feverish with need and frustration on those days when she couldn’t rein her imagination in.
Also, there was something about opulence that simply got her blood fizzing. It was the promise of it, the possibilities. Beds like the one in this suite, for instance: massive and covered in the finest silk; a headboard forged from wonderfully crafted metal and almost crying out for restraints to be attached. You don’t look upon it and think only of a good night’s sleep, that’s for sure. Dark fantasies were bound to stir. And the wet room. Surely no one actually needs a shower that big, do they, and that raised seat at one end and all those separate nozzles? It was practically demanding that at least two people use it at once. Same as the bath. Champagne and candles and soft music piped in. Warm jets at the touch of a button, lights dimmed at a clap of the hands. It was clearly designed to give guests the chance to get either as clean as they liked in here, or as dirty. It was bound to make anyone’s imagination whir.
This view from the balcony was one to die for. Very, very few people would ever get to see it, and here she was. It was the type of balcony where you might expect to come across a Bond girl in a bikini. Its aspect was completely private too, high up and angled towards the valley. She could lean back posing against the railings like some exotic international spy or a fabulous Hollywood actress, framed by the most stunning backdrop. She could picture the life of the lucky girl who could afford to hire such rooms. She could imagine the romantic potential. She knew she would never have anything close to this but that didn’t stop her mind conjuring the thoughts. In the warmth of the sunshine, with little else to do, it was almost impossible not to.
She’d been given no clue who her VIP guest was, but any minute now they might stride through the door and find her there in her short dress, with instructions to grant them their every wish. Only a high-roller with exquisite taste could afford this room. Only the most powerful – since wealth equalled power – would be here, and such a person would be used to getting what they wanted. They would be charismatic and debonair, a jet-setter who would take any pretty hostess’s bounty with impunity but always keep her secrets. Such people instinctively pleased as lovers as it was innate in them to want to be the best. Was it even her place to refuse any request made of her by someone so dazzling? It certainly wouldn’t be as easy as refusing the usual downtrodden guys who gave her the eye and expected favours for the price of a cheap beer.
Yes, it was good to dream. It made the hours pass quicker and it enlivened her. Odds were the guest would actually turn out to be some fat banker in his sixties but if it was anyone even half decent or famous then perhaps it would give fuel for her fantasies. Better still, there was a distinct possibility the guest would go out again, leaving her all alone with no chance of being disturbed by other staff members, and with that big bed or that fabulous shower with all its strategically placed nozzles at her disposal. That would be more than racy enough to count as part of her Big Adventure. It was perhaps a more likely scenario than a seduction. Indeed most of her exploits on this adventure might well turn out to be pure fantasy rather than reality, but being here was still half the battle. You had to be in the right places to get the inspiration for the dreams, and few places could ever better this.
She drank in the view down the valley once more and felt a little pang at the realisation that she would only know it for one day. She didn’t hear the door opening since it was stealthily done. The first she knew of no longer being alone was the female voice behind her. She spun around, the shock bursting through her. There she saw a redheaded woman striding out onto the balcony, tall like her, power-dressed in a summer LBD and Gucci shades. Nadia didn’t think she recognised her as anyone famous but she looked important enough, although her heavy red lipstick seemed a bit tacky. Behind her was the hulking form of a shade-wearing, shaven-headed man in a black suit, with a crisp white shirt and a thin black tie. He looked like CIA or FBI or some other government secret service. What did she know? She’d only seen such people on-screen.
‘Stay exactly where you are,’ the woman said at her, pointing a finger tipped with a long red-painted nail. She went straight to the railings of the balcony, methodically surveying the scene as if analysing it for threats rather than admiring its beauty. Into the space she left behind her marched the man, right into Nadia’s personal space, as if ready to stop her fleeing or going for a gun. He was all she could see before her, a wall of masculinity. His mouth was tight-lipped to demonstrate that he was a silent, no-nonsense guy, fully trained to take zero kinds of shit. Behind those shades his eyes were probably steely. He did smell nice, though. Even in her raging alarm Nadia was able to note this.
‘Hello?’ the woman said, making Nadia look her way. Answering was going to be difficult with her breath catching as it was.
‘Yes? Hello? Ah, it’s you,’ the woman said, removing her shades and examining Nadia up and down. The green eyes gave the full story of her attractive face, but Nadia nonetheless had no clue who this woman was. Then she spotted the blue light flashing on the little earpiece with its attached microphone, and realised the newcomer wasn’t actually talking to her at all, but remotely into a phone. ‘Yes, I am here, in situ. Bedroom clear. Out on balcony now. One female servant present.’
Servant! Who on earth was this woman? Was she the VIP or simply the head of some kind of advance security detail? Either way she had stripped the trembling Nadia of any power or indignation at being barged in on. The hulk was still right there before her, ready to react at the slightest movement.
‘No, I’m not about to be assassinated,’ the woman continued. ‘There is no overlook. It would take a drone strike to hit me. No, of course she isn’t armed. You aren’t armed, are you?’
It took a couple of moments for Nadia to realise the last bit was being said to her, not least because it was mostly addressed to her chest, as if that was the likeliest place to secrete a cache of firearms. Nadia, brain still whirring, could barely manage a shake of the head.
‘I don’t think she even speaks the language,’ the woman said, her eyes still trained on Nadia’s bust. ‘She’s not wearing enough to carry anything concealed. Pretty, though. Type of lips you’d like to bite.’
That actually gave Nadia something of a start. She could almost mentally ‘feel’ the teeth pressing gently into her there. It gave her a little involuntary shiver of pleasure, despite the alarm still inside her.
‘Relax, there’s nothing for you to worry about.’
This was almost certainly said to the person at the other end of the phone but Nadia didn’t mind hearing it. The woman was one of those authoritarian types that always made Nadia feel like a schoolchild again. Strange how certain people could rob her of any power, just from the way they looked. People who breathed confidence took hers away and left her somewhat awestruck. If ever she imagined being seduced by a woman it was always someone like this, strong, handsome, with fire in her belly. If Nadia had more of that fire she knew she wouldn’t be working as a hotel chambermaid.
Whoever this woman was, she was clearly as strong and confident as they come. She was the stuff of action films. She was one you’d find yourself obeying without question. However, it wasn’t fear Nadia felt, rather subordination. Even the hulk, unprepared as he was to withdraw from her personal space, didn’t frighten her as such. Perhaps he might have done if he hadn’t smelled so pleasant: fresh, slightly sweet and with a hint of coconut. Instead she found his closeness almost a blessing, more a protection than a threat. It was already allowing her nerves to calm.
‘No, of course I’m not alone,’ the woman said, eyes now fixed upon Nadia’s. ‘I’ve got one bodyguard with me. No, not the Fijian, a different one. The one with the magnificent cock.’
Her eyes didn’t even flicker as she said this. Each word was deliberately intonated to be perfectly clear. The last one sent the adrenalin coursing all through Nadia once more. It was such a surprise; so vulgar a word and so vivid the mental picture it created.
‘Yes, that one. I’ve never seen another cock look so deliciously rigid, like every cell in it was swollen fit to burst. And so smooth too, such a curve to it. I can’t imagine how delightful it would be to gorge upon it.’
Nadia could feel her cheeks pinking with heat. The woman’s eyes had not left hers all the while this was being said, like it was she and not the anonymous telephone person who had asked the question. The woman clearly assumed Nadia couldn’t speak the language, although surely now her flushed face had given the game away? The most fleeting of glances towards the hulk told Nadia he felt no embarrassment at being described thus. Who knew what his eyes did behind those shades, but his mouth didn’t flicker at all. Not a single nerve in his body seemed to twitch. Perhaps he didn’t speak the language either. Maybe every muscle in his body was as rigid as his erect cock.
‘I saw him slide it inside a waitress once. She was bent over a table in a café garden with her skirt pulled up and her wrists secured behind her back. She had a rump you’d love to smack. She was tight but she took him, despite how stuffed full she seemed. He eased it into her very gently for such a brute. Made her take every inch until his balls were wet from her. He let her rest and he took her by the hair, winding it around his fist to get a good hold. When he fucked her he was like a wild beast. Such speed and so relentless, such a dirty noise he made against her. She came on his cock within the first thirty seconds but that didn’t stop him. I could see that prick of his, covered in her come and stiff as an iron bar. I think the waitress had all but passed out with bliss by the time he spurted inside her. She must have come three times or more.’
Nadia knew she had gasped audibly a couple of times during this. Her face was pinker still, the heat from the day not helping to keep her blood temperature down. The images provoked were clear and uncompromising. She saw every detail as if she had been there by the woman’s side on that day. She could feel how wet it would make you to witness such a scintillating carnal act. She could see it all like it was a memory of her own. Who the hell was this woman and why was she here speaking like this? That’s the thing about people of her stature and character: they simply didn’t give a fuck. Lesser people didn’t count. They were invisible to them. There was no way Nadia could find the strength to interject. She couldn’t even look away from the woman. She never could duck authority.
‘I remember wishing I could have taken him from her and put him in my mouth. You know how I just love to suck, and his is as edible a cock as any I have seen. You know he covers it every day in coconut oil? That’s right. It is to make him taste nicer and to keep him ready for anything and anyone at any time. Yes, even you. Imagine what was going through that waitress’s mind when he bent her over, knowing that cock of iron was ready greased.’
Well, pretty much what was going through Nadia’s right now. She could almost feel the tightening of the belly, the shiver of trepidation and anticipation. Her breath was coming with the same shortness. The tremble was already in her limbs but she could not deny the spike of heat she felt between her legs at this last image. She could smell him; that was the thing that made that particular image so vivid. She could smell the coconut. Maybe he put it on his face too but then again maybe it was indeed his cock she could smell, announcing its readiness.
She couldn’t help herself. It was totally involuntary and it made Nadia blush harder still. It was just another fleeting glance but both of these intruders couldn’t fail to have seen it. Just momentarily she had looked down his body, down towards his crotch. It wasn’t a bulge she witnessed in the fabric so much as a well-defined bar running diagonally upwards to one side. She could tell the girth of it and how it would fill her hand. She was mortified that she had looked and mortified that she was having these thoughts so close to him, where he might read her mind. It might have made her flee except that she couldn’t see a way to get around him without brushing against his body and bringing her into contact with the bar in his trousers. And that just made her think again of taking it within her grasp.
‘He does ease it in ever so gently, though,’ the woman said, now seemingly even closer to Nadia. Those green eyes of hers looked lust-hungry and were almost mesmerising. ‘It must feel incredible as it fills you, like tingling electricity there. And it is so solid you couldn’t prevent it from opening you up and burying its every inch.’
Another twinge hit Nadia where it counted. She knew she was wet there and that her scent might soon prove as evident as his. How could she feign resistance to him then? She tried to force the thoughts out of her mind but newer, ruder ones simply leaped in to replace them. She could feel the sun on her skin, picture herself naked and out in the open just like that waitress had been, abandoning herself to those fantasies of adventure, at the mercy of this hulking man who would open her up with his greased cock and slip remorselessly inside. It all felt surreal, like a dream. Nadia had no clue how such an unreal situation had evolved suddenly around her, nor did she feel she had any control over it.
This woman with her dirty private conversation that wasn’t actually private at all was fearless and brazen. That was clear. She was powerful and came from a totally different world than one Nadia could ever inhabit. Only particular people had to take caution against assassination. She lived life on the edge and was uncompromising in everything that she did. Heightened risks equalled heightened pleasures. She saw all things as hers for the taking. She stole the wind from your sails and filled hers with it instead. And he, he would die for her in a second. And he had a cock of iron that would please even a goddess and have her craving it – a cock that was right now already erect and maybe only its own length away from Nadia’s tingling puss.
‘Oh, gosh, no – it could never replace your cock,’ the redhead cooed. ‘It’s just one of those that all women seem to need inside them once in their life. It would be exquisite and unforgettable in its own right but there would be no compassion. It would be like getting fucked by a cyborg – perfect in some ways, as intense as you could bear, but something to keep as a precious secret, almost like it was a dream.’
So that was the next image: Nadia, naked and with the sun upon her, spitted on this dispassionate muscle-man as he used her for pleasure and pummelled more through her than she would ever take again. One raw, pure fuck where nothing mattered except your own searing bliss. It would be the most thrilling, sinful moment of her Big Adventure but ironically it would be the one she could never really talk about, since the telling would never encapsulate the true euphoria of the moment, the single perfect dirty episode of a lifetime. It would merely sound like some far-fetched fantasy.
Which, of course, it was – Nadia’s ever-colourful imagination jumping ahead to make something fantastical out of a strange and disorientating reality. One in which some luscious high-powered special undercover operative woman was erroneously trying to take advantage of a language barrier to have an impromptu dirty phone call with some illicit lover, whilst her unsuspecting knuckle-headed bodyguard did his best to act tough. Perhaps Nadia even imagined that bar of cock in his trousers – she daren’t look to check.
‘I’d love to feel your stiff prick right now,’ the woman said, not finished yet. This time she looked at the bodyguard when she said it, a smile spreading across her face. ‘You know I love the heat and pulse of it in my palm.’
Then she had done it. Her hand had slowly moved out towards his crotch to rest there. Nadia couldn’t help but watch it unfold. She hadn’t imagined the erection after all. There it was, being held and gently squeezed. She should run, she knew it. But her job was to stay here – that’s what she told herself. Her legs couldn’t have moved anyway. They didn’t want to.
‘You know I’d unleash that cock of yours, don’t you, no matter where we were?’ The zip of the hulk’s fly was being hauled down ever so slowly by those fingers with red-painted nails. ‘Remember how I put my hand in there when we were at that ice-cream stand, the girl serving us right there able to see?’
Now Nadia’s heart was banging because that hand had slid inside the trousers to find the rigid meat. The woman sighed, closed her eyes just for a moment and let the smile spread even wider.
‘Remember how I took him out for you?’
Nadia gasped again, the sudden image of his erection springing free filling her mind. Her mouth felt as wet as her puss, the saliva clear and slick in the heat, threatening to dribble from her mouth. In her dreams she usually woke up around now and perhaps she was half-hoping she would. Now was the time to speak up but she could not. You did not speak up to such people. You left them in control. You did as they told and her last instruction had been to stay exactly where she was. The hand rummaged, the expressionless hulk doing nothing to stop it. Then the hand was coming out, drawing free a cock with its fat purple head proudly showing.
It was every bit as rigid as promised, every bit as beautifully smooth and curved. The surface glistened from the oil upon it, and Nadia sensed the coconut waft in her nostrils. Maybe it was only the woman’s talk that had made it so but it did look delicious, especially with the hand now gliding very slowly up and down its greased length.
‘Remember how I stroked your cock hard that day?’ The woman had moved in so close to Nadia that the warmth of her breath could be felt. They were all in this together now. From nowhere, from that initial shock and hostility, suddenly there was this, and Nadia was simply playing along, sucked in as if hypnotised. That was their power over her.
‘Behind the booth with the ice-cream girl watching us? I’d never seen a cock look so inviting. Remember how the girl spat upon it to help the skin glide back and forth upon you? Your cock-head was swollen fit to burst.’
And so was this one. The saliva in Nadia’s mouth was already pooling almost too thick to swallow. The urge to eject it had already been strong. And then she did. Without thinking she had let it go to string down and spread over his fat glans. As the woman moved to work it in, Nadia realised that this one act of hers had opened her up to anything they had in mind. It was a sign of her acquiescence, however spontaneous it had been.
‘Ah, yes, your cock that day was so irresistible that girl couldn’t wait to have it inside her.’
And now Nadia’s heart was racing, the images already in her head, the promise of the reality seemingly now unstoppable.
‘I held up her skirt for you, did I not?’
The free hand with its red nails was lifting Nadia’s black hostess dress, lightly grazing her bare thighs beneath in the process, causing yet another shiver. No one was stopping it. Breaths were coming harder all round now. The prick was being drawn forward to close the few inches of empty air between it and the crotch of Nadia’s skimpy knickers. Then, with the hand still slowly stroking its length, it was pressed right to the fabric, right against that sweet spot Nadia was dying to have touched. Her legs had almost gone. It was all she could do to hold herself up. The hand moved the cock up and down against her, pressing it harder, tracing the line between those swollen, sensitive lips beneath the material, causing the damp patch to spread.
‘I took her knickers down for you, do you remember?’
Nadia actually let out a whimper this time, one of longing. Dreams never felt this real. Her underwear was being tugged down one side at a time and then dropped free to be stepped out of. Her cunt felt as hot as the sun.
‘She could barely stand, from memory, so turned on was she. You had to hold her up. You grasped her and lifted her and then slowly lowered her down bit by bit onto your cock.’
The hulk took his cue, even though it wasn’t supposed to be him the woman was talking about at all. He hunched down and grasped Nadia behind her thighs and raised her from the floor. She hung onto the balcony rail. She even had a flashing image of being bound by the wrists to it. For one split second she imagined herself being despatched backwards over the balcony, fooled so easily by this merciless pair of hitmen. But a cock like that needed to sink into hot velvet flesh and suddenly the head of it was right there at her entrance.
‘Remember I kissed her as you eased yourself in?’
And those tackily painted but oh-so-soft lips were being pressed to Nadia’s own as the rigid meat opened her to be inched down upon it. The slide was sublime with the kiss to compliment it. Nadia knew she was drenching him. With hands grasping her bare behind she was filled, and every inch taken felt ever more wonderful. She was shaking with her climax before he was even to the hilt, eyes closed to picture a warmer-faced lover.
‘You fucked her then, did you not? As hard a fucking as I have ever seen outside in the sunshine. You held her up and fucked her until she passed out with the joy of it. I loved watching your cock slamming in and out of her saturated cunt. I loved rubbing her until she was too delirious to shriek any more. I loved sliding my finger all the way up inside her as I kissed her. Best of all, I loved how when you finally slid free and she collapsed to her knees, you held her by the hair and fed yourself into her mouth so that I could coax every last drop of your sweet spunk out of you for her to savour.’
So that was what Nadia knew was coming her way and that was what she got. The bliss overtook her almost immediately, as she knew it would. People like this were above mere mortals like herself. It would be the most memorable sinful moment of her life, even though she was left in a pitiful, bare-arsed heap at the end of it. As the couple walked out as purposefully as they had entered, the woman turned to the man with a wicked grin across her face.
‘Remember our bet,’ she said, picturing the evening laid out before her. But that, of course, is another story.