It was our last night in Calgary; we’d had such an incredible time, especially in the Rockies. Dressed up for one last night out, you looked sensational in a tight skirt that hugged your amazing arse and thighs, your legs covered in a beautiful pair of black hold-ups, black heels, and a top that covered enough of the front but was still sexy and strappy at the back to show off your tattoo.
We left the room and headed to the lifts.
“Shit. Wallet. Two secs.”
I ran back to the room, but it wasn’t to get my wallet; it was to move one of the armchairs so it was alongside the large mirror in our room and faced the door.
I headed back to you, and off we went. The meal was stunning, as was my company for the night, touching, kissing, laughing, smiling, and talking about our week and each other, when you excused yourself to go to the toilet, I watched others watch as you walked past them, admiring your figure and outfit.
“Mine, she’s all mine,” I thought to myself.
The meal finished, we grabbed a cab, my hand immediately on your thigh, and you hitched up your skirt, allowing me to see the tops of your lacy hold-ups and the pale, soft skin of your incredible thighs.
My hand soon warmed to match your skin as we kissed each other passionately, the driver trying to concentrate on the road with us in the back, oblivious to the world.
We arrived at the hotel; I opened the door for you, took your arm, entered the lobby, and headed for the lifts. The lift opened, and before the door closed, we started kissing again, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.
We were on the top floor, and we had arrived, I whispered to you, “When you get in the room, stand in front of the chair facing away from me.”
A glint in your eye, a short bite of your ruby red lips.
“YES, SIR.”
The door opened, and you saw where the chair was, a knowing smile across your face. “Forgotten wallet, indeed.”
You took up your position, and I removed your coat and stood behind you, moving your hair to kiss your neck, shoulders, and back as my hands explored your breasts through the thin material of your top. Soft moans from us both filled the room.
I reached down to the hem of your skirt and slowly pulled it up your thighs and over your arse.
“No panties, Miss. Good girl.”
“I thought Sir would approve.”
“He does. Turn around.”
I kissed you hard, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.
“Sit down.”
You do as you’re told and glance across to the mirror and smile, you look back up at me as I hold your gaze and sink to my knees, I grab your legs, pull you to the edge of the chair, open your legs and bury my face in your beautifully smooth pussy, you throw your head back in pleasure, you’re so fucking wet.
I can’t get enough and you grab the back of my head, forcing my face deeper between your thighs, you steal a glance in the mirror and become even more aroused at this moment of power you have.
“James, make me cum.”
I bring my face away from your delicious pussy and wet two fingers, holding your gaze as I slide them inside you; we both look into the mirror to see your reaction as I slowly start fucking you.
“James, don’t stop; I’m going to cum.”
I increase the pressure and intensity as you cum hard, my fingers soaked as you close your legs to stop me as your body shakes. After a minute, your breathing settles and I slowly remove my fingers and taste your juices.
I stand up and slowly undo my jeans, let them fall to the floor as my aroused cock springs out, your eyes light up seeing the pre cum on my head, you lean forward, grab my shaft and squeeze me, releasing more cum which you hungrily eat up before you take my cock deep inside your mouth, leaving it there throbbing for a second before you start pleasuring me, my cock coated in your saliva as you move your mouth up and down the shaft expertly.
I look in the mirror to watch you, my cock now glistening but with a tinge of red from your lipstick.
“Fuck, I want you,” as my cock disappears down your throat, taking in every last bit of me.
“Fuck me, James.”
I pull you up and bend you over the other side of the chair; we can still see the mirror as I push my cock deep inside you.
You arch your back in pleasure as we both moan. I grab your hips and start furiously fucking you, only releasing my grip to smack your arse, which instantly glows.
“Harder, James!”
“Fucking or smacking?”
“BOTH.”
I grab your hips tighter, fuck you harder, and smack your glowing arse.
“Harder, James, don’t you dare fucking stop; I’m cumming.”
As instructed, I only fuck you harder, faster, and deeper, sending you over the edge as your second orgasm rips through you.
I leave my cock inside you, throbbing, as you gain the strength in your legs to stand up. I’m still hard as you turn around and kiss me.
“Go to the window.”
You gingerly walk over, the view of the whole city in front of you.
“Hands on the window and open your legs.”
You do as you’re told, and I slide my still-hard cock inside you. The cold of the window slightly cooling your temperature, your aroused nipples brush the cold glass as I start fucking you,
“I won’t last long, Miss.”
“Fuck me, James, fill me with your cum.”
My cock deep inside you as our skin slaps together, your juices dripping down your thighs as with each thrust I get closer and closer.
“I’m going to cum.”
“James, give me your cum.”
And with that, I explode inside you. “Fuck.”
I leave my cock inside you as I fill you with more warm, sticky cum.
I slide my juices-covered cock from you, turn you around, and kiss you before holding you close.
“Shower?”
