Champagne

I lay on the bed waiting for him. I'd left a series of notes to guide him up to the bedroom. I could hear that he was on the way and a shiver of excitement ran through my body. The door handle turned and the door opened. He stepped into the room. My silver silk lingerie shimmered in the dappled light. I reached forward to the ice bucket by the bed. “Would you like a drink?” He nodded. I popped open the champagne and poured a glass. I held it out to him, but just as he reached for it I moved it away from him. I caught his eye and then poured the contents of the glass over my body. The chilled and fizzing champagne flowed across my breasts and stomach. He raised an eyebrow. I smiled. “Come and get it then.”

He leaned over me, pushing me flat on the bed. I closed my eyes, taking in the feel of his tongue on my skin as he lapped up every drop of the champagne. He started with my breasts and worked his way slowly downwards, tracing the fizzing flow. Taking his time, making sure he got every last drop. Making me wait for him to get all the way down to where the champagne had soaked the silver silk. As he got there I gasped. The cool fizz was already teasing my clit. His tongue felt incredible through the wet silk. He kissed and licked and sucked every drop from me, driving me crazy as he did. Every movement of his tongue drew me closer to orgasm. With another kiss, another lick, I felt wave of pleasure. The silk was even wetter now.

Her

The champagne fizzed through my body; it was already going slightly to my head. The buzzing atmosphere around me helped it. It was good to be here, I hadn't been for such a long time. I looked up from my glass and there she was. Her hand gripped the pole as she circled around it, swinging those sexy hips. Her gold bikini shimmered and sparkled. I felt the flickers of pleasure deep inside; she could still get me hot.

I took another sip of champagne. I saw her coming over to me. She locked her eyes onto mine. When she reached me she leaned in close and whispered, 'So you're back huh?' I looked at her, slipped a fistful of dollars into her tiny bikini bottoms and then leaned back in my seat. 'Dance for me.' A second's pause then she did as I asked. She rocked her hips, pushing her pussy close against my body. And she never once took her eyes from mine.

Her silky chestnut hair brushed against my face. She kept moving and every time I felt her body on mine I felt another intoxicating pulse of pleasure shoot through my body. I couldn't take my eyes from her. The pink gloss on her lips begged to be kissed. The shimmering dust on her neck drew my eyes down, bringing back memories of having those incredible breasts in my hands, the dark nipples, hidden by the bikini, in my mouth. Still further down, that glittering diamond belly bar I used to flick my tongue around. Her smooth, flat stomach I loved to run my hands across, and then the little gold bikini bottoms, covering my favourite part of her. I was suddenly incredibly aware of my tongue in my mouth. It longed to get back inside her and to taste her once more.

***

I shut the door of the hotel room and leaned against it, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. When I opened them I saw her stood by the bed, looking at me. My body tensed with expectation. I stepped across the room quickly, placed my hands on either side of her face, pushed back her hair and brought my lips to hers. Our tongues brushed against each other. It felt good to be back. I'd missed her kiss. I’d missed the way only her tongue could play with mine.

She moved her hands down my body, taking the zip of my dress with her fingers as they moved downwards. The deep purple silk slipped from my body. I slid her jacket from her shoulders, undid the fastening on her jeans and pushed them down. She pressed against me and I fell onto the bed. I ran my hands over her skin, so soft and smooth, as I kissed her. I pushed her back onto the bed and leaned over her. I kissed her whilst my fingers unclasped her bra and took it from her body. I took her breasts in my hands and then moved my mouth down to them. I took one of her beautiful dark nipples between my lips. I sucked softly, kissing her gently, circling my tongue around her, making her hard in my mouth.

I moved downwards, giving her belly bar a gentle flick with my tongue as I progressed down to the place in the world I most wanted to be. My tongue was happy at last. I kissed her, flicking my tongue against her clit, hearing the familiar little gasps of pleasure from her mouth. I kissed her more intensely and my tongue found its way to her soaking wet pussy. I pushed my tongue inside her, licking and enjoying the taste of her in my mouth. She brought a hand down to run her fingers through my hair, making sure my lips and tongue remained pressed against her body. Her body writhed on the bed as her breathing became heavier and she moaned softly. I stroked her clit as I fucked her with my tongue. I loved to please her; I needed to make her cum. I pushed my tongue deeper inside her. I felt her body tense beneath me, and then recognised the cute little scream that meant waves of pleasure were coursing through her body. I felt her pussy contract against my tongue, and tasted the sweet taste of her satisfaction.

She pulled my head up to hers and kissed me. She pushed me back and lay on top of me, running her hands over my body. She moved downwards, kissing my neck, and then taking one of my breasts in her mouth. I gasped as I felt her slip her fingers into my pussy. She was gentle at first, moving her fingers slowly, carefully hitting exactly the right spot. Gradually she built up, faster and more intense. The harder she thrust her fingers into my pussy, the harder she sucked on the nipple she had in her mouth. I moaned; she had always known exactly how to please me. A couple more thrusts and I felt that fantastic surge of bliss as I came. She looked down at me. Lust still flashed in her eyes: the night was far from over...

Dinner Date

I crossed the threshold of my favourite restaurant, scarlet dress matching my lipstick. I spotted those familiar dark eyes over by the bar and walked over to meet him. A quick kiss on the cheek in greeting and then we were shown to our quiet, private table. We ordered our food, sipped chilled, fizzing champagne, chatted about work, friends, and the latest films we'd seen. Our eyes voiced our true desires. As the evening progressed and the wine was refilled our lips finally let out those thoughts. His hand stroked my leg underneath the table. I lifted it to help him, and rested my stiletto heeled shoe on his crotch, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild.

The waiter eventually brought our dessert; big, creamy, chocolaty. We leaned in close, fed it to each other, whispered softly to each other exactly what we wanted to do with the cream and dripping chocolate sauce. More wine, and I pressed a little harder with the heel of my shoe on his crotch. He reached his hand up and took the sparkling silver slip from my hair, letting my dark curls fall loose on my shoulders. His fingers stroked my neck softly, pulled me gently towards him; his lips brushed featherlike against mine.

I smiled, and then leaned forward to kiss him again. We kissed and kissed. His hand slipped further up my leg beneath my dress. He gasped as I put more pressure on his rock hard cock. I moaned softly; his fingers were velvety against my skin. My body wanted him so much.

Finally outside the restaurant, it was raining and the breeze blew my hair across my face. He brushed it out of my eyes and kissed me. His arms drew me close to him. I kissed back harder, winding my arms around his neck, pushing my tongue to meet his. His hands moved across my body. Pressed up against him I could feel his cock straining to be released from his trousers. I looked at him, glanced quickly around the street; no-one looking. “Quick. Come on.” Grabbing his hands I pulled him down the dark alleyway beside the restaurant. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me again, harder than ever. His hands snaked up underneath my dress as he kissed my neck. I gasped as I felt him rip the red lace thong from my body, replacing it with his fingers, pushing them inside me.

I moved my hands down to finally release his cock. He pulled my legs around him and I clutched to his body as he plunged his cock inside me. He pushed me harder against the wall, grazing my back on the jagged brickwork. My lipstick was smeared across my cheek as he kissed me. The rain poured down onto us, dripping down my body, making my hair cling to my face. My dress ripped against the wall. He thrust harder and harder, scraping my back against the wall each time, scratching through the thin fabric of my dress. My body reacted quickly to him, answering his thrusts with pulses of its own as I came. I let out a cry of pleasure and within seconds he responded. We held each other close, breathing hard, letting the rain wash over us.
It was time to go home to bed...

Addicted?

I knocked on the door of the hotel room and waited. Eventually he answered. He looked at me, his eyes travelling up and down, drinking in the sight before him. He was speechless. I walked past him and turned to face him, flashing my ID. “Stand in the middle of the room please sir.” He shut the door and did as I asked, still speechless, still staring. I stepped towards him. When I reached him I began to frisk him, running my hands over his arms, his legs, and his slim body. As I passed my hands over his hips my arm brushed against his crotch and I could feel the effect I was having; his cock was already hard. I stood in front of him, and looked deep into those dark eyes. “I'm afraid I'm going to need to conduct a more thorough investigation sir.” I reached out to undo the buttons of his shirt, pushed it back off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I took a step closer to him, pulling the glistening silver handcuffs from my belt. Taking his wrists in my hands I pushed his arms behind his back and secured them. I pushed him over to the bed. He sat there, looking up at me, still unable to speak.

I knelt on the floor. I quickly undid the fastening on his trousers and pulled them off. Sat there in his Calvin's his erection was clear to see. I bit back a smile. “I'm investigating reports of your... addiction... to sex. I hope you will cooperate fully with my enquiries sir.” I removed his boxers and then stood up, slipped off the black lace French knickers that I wore beneath the short, black trench coat, throwing them onto the bed behind him. As he turned his head to look at them I straddled him, pulling his head back to look at me. Our eyes were locked together as I dipped my slick, expectant pussy down around his waiting cock, enveloping him in my ready, pink flesh until he was concealed deep inside me.

I fucked him with careful, measured movements, holding his body close to mine, leaning his head on my shoulder. My studied thrusts built up, pulling him irresistibly towards climax. His breathing became heavier as he gasped for every drop of air. I stopped, waited, held him on the edge. Let the inevitability of his orgasm subside. One hand still gripped his back; the other moved up to his head, my fingers entwined in his dark, brown-black hair. I started to move again, repeating the relentless build back up, stopping again just as he was about to reach the point of no return, again dropping him back. Once more I built up then stopped. The fourth time, when I began again I pushed myself too. I could feel the tension, the frustration in his body; he must cum soon. I fought hard to keep my actions deliberate as my body tried to pull control from me. I closed my eyes tightly, concentrated desperately, held his body close, gasped a breath, felt my body tense... let go. His cock exploded deep within me, his thick jet of cum flooding the depths of my pulsating, screaming cunt. He groaned, filling my ears with the sound, as I bit hard on my lip, absolutely determined not to let him hear me lose control.

We sat there for a while. He looked at me, still not knowing what to say. I gazed at him intently. “Is it safe to remove these handcuffs sir?” He nodded slightly. His eyes said no. I reached behind, freed his arms. The second he was free he threw me back so I lay on the bed. He lay on top of me and found his voice at last. '”Me... addicted? What about you?” He knelt over me, let his fingers untie the belt on my coat, pushing it back, uncovering my almost naked body. He lifted me up to remove the coat, flicked undone the clasp of my bra, pulled it off and let me drop back onto the bed. He looked at my body, his eyes burning my skin wherever they laid their gaze. He slipped his fingers inside me, looked down to see them drowning in my pussy. He looked back up at me. “Wet; soaking wet. You enjoyed it.” Never letting go of the hold he had on my eyes, he put his fingers to my lips. My own wetness burned on my mouth. He knew I'd loved every second. I wasn't in control. Not one bit.

Suddenly he grabbed my wrists and forced my arms up above my head. He picked up the handcuffs from where they lay next to me on the bed. “Two can play at your game, sweetheart.” He put the handcuffs around my wrists roughly and I gasped. “Sssshh.” At that moment he noticed the small heap of black lace next to my head. He reached out and picked it up. Looking down at me, with the slightest flicker of a smile in his eyes he pushed my discarded French knickers into my mouth. In a second he had pushed his cock roughly into me. The makeshift gag stopped me from crying out. He thrust hard, fast, deep. I closed my eyes, tried desperately not to feel the pleasure he forced. He knew exactly what he was doing; the precise split second to stop. My head was spinning; solely focussed on the release he kept keeping from me. I've no idea how many times he pushed me, let me hang on the edge, not letting me fall into orgasm. Forever he repeated this torture until I was faint with longing, tears streaming down my face. Again and again he pushed me; almost but not quite.

I almost didn't realise what was happening when he finally let me go. Then the wave of complete pleasure ripped through every single cell in my body. The gag masked my scream as I came, but I could hear his loud, unmistakeable groan.