She was wearing black heels - about 5 inches and expensive looking, although he was no expert in women's shoe fashion - below bare legs, slightly tanned, stretching up way above the knee where it met a sleek dress, hugging and emphasising the curves of her ass. The dress also looked expensive and become less fitted the higher up it went. It exposed her back and had a deep V on the front that ran down to her navel, barely covering her ample breasts on the way down. As he approached from the side he can remember wondering if she was wearing a bra, but came to the conculsion that she couldn't be - he would have seen the straps. That made her cleavage all the more impressive, just all natural and pert that somehow defied the laws of physics. Her hair was blonde and tied up in some complicated manner he could never even hope to understand but that must have taken considerably time and effort to perfect. She had minimal make-up on - she didn't need it - and only a few pieces of simple jewellery. The overall effect was stunning.
As he approached she turned, looked him level in the eye with baby blue eyes and flashed him a cheeky smile, then turned and walked away to a booth at the back of the bar. He followed her ass with his eyes and became aware that he wasn't the only one to be doing it. Most people in the bar, both male and female, were trying to catch a glimpse as she walked by. When she had settled into the booth he turned back to the bar and caught the eye of the bartender. The guy walked over with an exotic looking drink in a martini glass, placed it front of him and asked "Anything else?".
"What's that?" He asked, pointing at the glass.
"Pornstar Martini, sir. For the young lady. She said you'd pay."
He smiled to himself, wondered if the name of the cocktail had any connotations for the rest of the evening, and admitted that he liked her style. He ordered himself a white russian, paid and headed to the back of the bar to find the pornstar-in-waiting.
She had seen him enter the hotel, spotted him walking over to the bar and knew that the evening was going to be fun right away. The way he confidently strode over towards her at the bar set her nerves alight. She liked someone in control, someone strong and confident, someone who would tell her what he wanted so she could deliver. Though they had never met before in person, she recognised him immediately. They had chatted by email, text and over the phone. She had seen photos of him, though not a full wide-angled body shot, but she could tell him from his shoulders. He stood about 6 feet tall and his shoulders must have been about 4 feet wide, narrowing down to a tiny waist. She knew that he was a swimmer but only now did she fully appreciate the V that all good swimmer's bodies possessed. She sat in the booth at the back of the bar and checked him out again. His back was towards her as he ordered a drink. He was simply dressed in jeans, shoes and a long-sleeved t-shirt. The sleeves on the t-shirt had been pushed up to the elbows to reveal toned forearms. His hair was short and worn in a slightly messed up way, like he had just gotten out of bed. As he leaned over the bar the thin material of his t-shirt showed the definition of his back muscles. Most of the women in the bar were checking out is butt, which looked fantastic in faded denim. He turned away from the bar and brought the drinks over to the booth.
The booth was hidden away at the back, a wide semi-circle of padded leather with a low glass table sat in the middle of the kidney shaped gap. He slid in next to her, placed her drink on the table and told her she looked fantastic. She said thanks and went to shake his hand, concious of the fact they had never met, but he leaned over and kissed her, once on one cheek and then on the other. "Very continental" she said. Up close she realised she had underestimated his physique - she had merely though he was well toned but in fact his hands and forearms gave the impression of some serious muscle definition. His biceps stretched the fabric of his shirt as he pushed himself away. She crossed her legs and noticed that his eyes glanced down, noticing the dress ride up her thigh. They started chatting and drinking and within minutes found that they had more in common than most of their established friends. They talked about their jobs, their past relationships and their aspirations. As the minutes passed they moved closer to each other on the leather sofa but always kept a little distance between each other. Neither one of them seemed to want to make that first, all important move just in case it wasn't as it seemed.
But eventually the drinks had run out and he offered to buy a second round. She excused herself to go and visit the bathroom and stood up while he was rooting though his pockets trying to find his wallet. She had a choice - she could walk around the table the long way, or she could squeeze past him. She decided on the latter, and with her back to him side-stepped her way between him and the table. The tight fabric around her ass left little to his imagination as she squeezed by, pressing herself into him. She put one hand on his waist to steady herself and was pleased to find a well-defined stomach as she let her hand trail across his body. He watched her walk away again, aching to find out what was beneath her dress.
When she returned he was already seated. He stood up to let her past and this time she squeezed by face-to-face. She unconciously pressed her arms together slightly which had the effect of enhancing her cleavage. She pressed her chest into his and he knew for definite she wasn't wearing any bra. He could see right down the v in the dress, almost down to her panties. He could also feel the hard protusion of an erect nipple pressing into his chest. She looked up at him, put her hand behind his head and pulled her down to him. Their lips met each other in a passionate, long kiss. His tongue explored her mouth and found hers. She tasted of passionfruit, he guessed from the martini. His hands made their way down her back and cupped her tight ass. She pushed him back onto the sofa and straddled him. Her dress rode up to barely above her crotch in order for her legs to span the distance of his legs. They kissed again. She bent to him and asked if he had seen her tattoo in any of her pictures. He hadn't but she soon showed him. It was her name, written in some kind of fancy script, placed strategically above the line of her underwear, slightly off-centre. Only a special few would get to see it. In order to show him she had had to lift up her dress, over her butt and now sat straddling him with little more than a thong to cover her modesty from behind. His hands naturally made their way down her back to the warm curves of her ass. He wasn't sure if anyone could see them in their booth but it didn't matter. She lent forward again and told him she had booked a room on the 20th floor. And with that she pulled the dress down, swallowed her drink in one, stood up and led him to the bank of lifts.
She hit the button for the 20th floor and, as soon as the doors closed, span round to face him and pushed him against the back wall of the lift. She dropped to her knees, fiddled for a few seconds with his fly and pulled out his cock. It was somewhere between soft and semi-hard but looked delicious and large. She lifted it up and licked the underside, letting it rest on her face as she looked up at him. It almost covered the length of her head, from chin to forehead. She pulled her head back and took him in her mouth. He was wide and getting wider as she worked her mouth around his head like an expert. She slipped one side of her dress off to expose a breast and rubbed his dick against it, her nipple getting even harder as she lightly slapped his big dick against it. Then the momentum of the lift started to slow. She looked up and realised they were only at the 12th level. She expertly covered her breast while at the same time standing and swivelling round, just in time as the lift doors opened. An old couple walked in and hit the 17th floor button. They smiled at her and she smiled back, then they turned to face the front of the lift. They were unaware that behind them she was standing in front of him, hiding his dick with her body. It must have looked innocent enough, just a guy standing behind a girl in a lift. She was anything but innocent though. She reached around behind her back and grabbed his cock. She started to stroke it slowly, behind her back while facing forward. She pulled up the back of her dress to expose her beautiful ass to him, and rubbed his cock all over the cheeks of her butt. She could feel the indistinguishable sticky residue of pre-cum on her backside and also noticed that he was getting bigger in her hands. When they reached the 17th floor the old couple got out and she quickly resumed her position - on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. It had grown, maybe 2 inches in those 5 floors and was now fully hard. It looked enourmous to her and it was still partially covered with jeans and underwear. She put it in her mouth as far as she could. She knew she could easily deepthroat 6 inches and when she hit her limit there was still a good handful of his cock between her mouth and his jeans. And a handful was true in this case. Her hand could only reach about 3/4ths of the way around his shaft. The thought of this monster inside her was unbareable. They reached the 20th floor and he tucked himself away. It was difficult to hide the monster erection he was sporting through his jeans. He left the lift and just as she was about to leave she looked up and saw a security camera in the corner. She gave a cheeky wink into the camera as she stepped out into the hall.
They walked down the hall looking for their room, hand in hand. A couple exited a room just in front of them - the guy was middle aged and looked rich, the girl was young and dressed to impress. They looked like your typical hooker and punter combination, although by the look of her face she wasn't all that impressed by his performance. As they walked past the girl looked down at his crotch, sporting the monster erection, and gave them a quick, all-knowing, smile. They found the room and walked in. As soon as the door shut they embraced and started to tear clothes off. She pulled off his t-shirt and jeans and spent five minutes exploring his muscular frame with her hands and mouth. He looked stunning in his tight boxers, erection stretching around to his hip, hard abs and big strong shoulders. She stepped out of her dress leaving her in heels and a thong with tie-sides. Her tits were magnificant. Not large but certainly not small, they struck a fine balance between fullness and pertness. Her nipples were both erect as she rubbed them and squeezed them together. She slipped a hand down her body, under the fabric of her thong and closed her eyes while she explored herself. He went to touch her but she pushed him away, happy to tease him for a few more minutes. She brought her fingers out from beneath her panties and slowly licked them, one by one. He could take it no longer.
He picked her up easily in his strong arms, turned her back to the inside of the door and held her there, pressed against the cool wooden interior. She wrapped her legs around his waist and could feel his cock straining through the fabric of his boxers. She slowly ground her crotch into his, both feeling the damp patches left by the other. His hand found one of the bows that was holding up her thong and within seconds it was slipping to the ground to reveal a perfectly shaved pussy, wet and swollen and waiting to be filled. He dropped to his knees and placed one of her legs over his shoulders. She grabbed his hair and forced his mouth to her waiting pussy. He worked her clit with fast licks alternated with long slow sucks, then eased a finger inside. She was surprised by how much it filled her up but then she was quite tight and his hands were quite big - everything about him was oversized. A second finger entered and within minutes she came for the first time that evening. He continued working his fingers in and out, faster and faster while flicking his tongue in all the right places. Then he spun her round so she was facing the inside of the door, her back to him. He forced her head down slightly so her back was almost horizontal and her ass stuck out into the room's interior. He knelt behind her and carried on licking her pussy, moving up to her ass. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit hard while he gave her ass some more attention.
He stopped for a few moments and then she felt something on her back. He was standing behind her, hands on her waist, with his balls pushed up against her perineum and his cock resting along her back. She moved her hand from the clit and gave his balls a squeeze. The were full and ready to burst, hopefully over her she thought to herself. His cock stretched out along her back. To her it felt as if it reached all the way to her stomach and she wondered how she would fit him in. Then he started to push his shaft over her lips, rubbing her clit with his monster cock. He pulled back a little and the head of his dick entered her pussy. She was so wet it just slipped in, her lips gave way and eased apart as he pushed. He went in gently, a half inch at a time, pulling out completely at some points and then going in deeper and deeper. The effect was amazing for both. She could soon feel the end of his cock hit the sweet spot inside her pussy wall, the area that very few had reached before but that always gave her the most mind-blowingly screaming orgasms imaginable. When he reached that point he built up the tempo, pounding her from behind faster, building up a rhythm. She put her hand back on her clit and rubbed furiously. He was now filling her up completely but she could feel that he had another 2 inches or so to give - maybe in some other position she thought, wryly, to herself. He upped the tempo as he got closer to climax. She had to hold on to the door handle with one hand and the frame of the door with the other. As he hit her spot harder and faster she came again, this time a loud and shrill moan emerging from her mouth. The door was shaking on its lock and she screamed for more - anyone walking past their room in the corridor must have been blushing. As she came her pussy contracted and pusled so hard it sent him over the edge. He pulled out of her, held his cock in one hand and her ass in the other and unleased a huge stream of cum over her back, all the way up to her neck. She felt the warmth of the liquid and quickly spun round in time to take his second shot, all over the breasts. She put his cock in her mouth, or as much as she could, and felt him unleash another 3 hard, long squirts of creamy cum into her mouth. He came so much it started to drip out of her mouth, down her stomach, while she continued to work her clit with her fingers. She took his last shot on her face, swallowed what she had left in her mouth and stood up. They kissed and he tasted his salty and warm seed, then they collapsed on the bed.
"Well" she said "that was..."
"Fantastic?" he jumped in.
"More than fantastic, more like mind blowingly brilliant" she replied. "And I'm all covered in your cum - I love that" she added.
She had cum dripping from her back, her boobs and her face. Some of it had dripped down onto her stomach and she was busy trying to collect it up in her fingers so she could swallow it all up. After 10 minutes of recovery on the bed she had managed to locate and lick up all of his cum.
"I'm all sticky now though" she joked.
"Well, there's always the shower?"
"Ok, then...after you..."