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The Hilton, by Patient Bryce (2/3)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
THE HILTON
part 2
I pour another glass of wine, wondering what is next. The phone rings.
It is you, your voice, low and sexy. You tell me not to speak, unless it
is to answer a question. Following your instructions I find a tube of
bright red lipstick in the nightstand...you tell me to look in the mirror
and stroke it on my lips...and you tell me how great it probably looks,
and how you would love to put your hard cock between those red
lips...how it will look to see my painted mouth sliding up and down your
cock. Just imagining it and listening to your voice is arousing me. You
ask me if I have touched myself. When I reply, yes, you tell me that I
must not do that any more, that I must save everything for you. You
tell me to remove my robe, finish my wine, and to enjoy reading the
book you have left for me in the nightstand. I ask you when you will be
there, all I get is a click of the receiver.
I pick up the book to read...a book of erotic poetry for women. It is
both lustful and romantic. Everything is taking its toll on me. I'm hot,
wet, can't think of anything but your hard body on mine. I put the book
down, turning off the lights, except for one muted light to use as a night
light. I lay there, wanting you. Desire is burning, searing my pussy. I
toss and turn, finally with the help of the wine, I doze off, holding a
pillow in front of me, pressing against it as a substitute for warm human
flesh. The covers are pushed back, to hot for that, my back and
exposed ass racing the door to the room. I dream of you, touching me,
softly, slowly.
Finally I am aware that I am not dreaming. Your fingertips are gently
tracing up my legs, followed by your tongue, sending electrical impulses
through my body. I'm so relaxed I can't do anything but enjoy. You
gently remove the pillow in front of me, laying me on my stomach. You
kiss the back of my knees, tongue stroking my inner thighs, making my
legs part further for you. You stroke and rub my ass, kissing it,
caressing it. Your tongue probes the crack of my ass. I can't help but
start to squirm beneath you. I feel you all over me, your mouth, your
hands, your hard cock! You lay on me, kissing the back of my neck. I
feel your hot, throbbing cock against my ass. You begin to whisper to
me, telling me how much you wanted me, how you couldn't wait to take
my body for yours...how you wanted to put your cock into my soft
warm body. How you could imagine how it would feel when the head
of your cock slipped into me, into the hotness, all but melting your
cock. You move beside me, gently helping me onto your back. Leaning
over me...kissing me deep, hotly...my lips sliding over yours. You prop
my head up a little higher, kneeling over me.... You push the head of
your cock against my painted lips. My mouth slowly parts and you
watch as your cock disappears into the red circle.
MMMmmmm....sliding in and out, so deeply, I can feel your balls
against my chin. I run my fingernails lightly over your ass. You pull
your cock from my mouth. You continue to talk softly to me, telling me
to get on my hands and knees. You kneel behind me murmuring how
good it all looks, what a hot fuck I am. Rubbing your hands on my
body, I push my ass back towards you, wanting to feel you in me. You
laugh, telling me I'm acting like a cock starved slut! I don't care, I want
you, I need you to fuck me now!
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