MAKE YOU MINE

“This was fun and all, but I’m going to come in my pants if you don’t get over here, and I’d much rather come in you.” Dimitri replied hoarsely.

“I’m sorry, sir. We’re not allowed to interact with the customers.” She gave him a look that was pure steam. “Now please, sit back and enjoy the show.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

From somewhere he couldn’t see, she produced a shiny black dildo. Crawling back away from the window again, she held the dildo to her mouth and licked it, and, on her knees now, her legs spread wide, she gyrated her body slowly to the beat as she brought the dildo down between her legs and stroked it against her clit.

Dimitri’s breath grew quick and shallow, and he all but abandoned his own pleasure as he found his attention completely focused on watching hers. Her eyes were closed again, her face softened with pleasure, her mouth open as she moaned and gasped. When she pushed the dildo inside herself, he nearly came.

A few more strokes, and he’d be there. But he couldn’t. Couldn’t miss a second of this show. She moved the rubber cock inside herself, clearly lost in her own pleasure, seemingly oblivious to the sweet, delicious pain she was causing him.

And then she brought it back out, caressing her breast with one hand and stroking the dildo against her clit with the other, rocking her hips against it, gasping hard…. He could see the tension building in her body, could see the moment before her release, so when she gave that final cry of pleasure, he knew it as if it were his own body.

Wanted to be there as if it were his own body. Felt weak and spent as if it was him and not her.

She recovered, and for the second time, made eye contact with him. She crawled to the small window. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” she said in a sex-kitten voice, right before shutting the panel in his face.

Dimitri looked down at his forlorn cock resting outside his pants. Surely she didn’t mean to leave him hanging. That definitely wasn’t part of the fantasy. Because damn, he wanted to cum so bad.

But just in case, he eased his boxers and pants back over his erection and did his best to zip up. Suddenly the small black room with the dim lights appeared to him as the airless box it was, and he wondered if he was supposed to leave now or stay put.

Unsure, hot and frustrated, he downed his drink in a few swallows and then rubbed the damp glass over his forehead to cool himself off.

A second later the door opened, and Kelly stepped in and closed it behind her. She was wearing a white robe and the black boots, and when she let the robe fall open, he saw that she was still naked beneath it.

He opened his mouth to commend her performance, but she shushed him before he could get a word out.

“I’m not supposed to consort with the customers.” Still with the sex kitten voice.

“But this once, I can make an exception.” She added.

She shrugged off the robe and crossed the small space between them, then swiveled the recliner so that it faced away from the wall. Then she bent down and tugged the lever on the side of the chair so that it reclined all the way. That done, she climbed on and straddled him.

“There’s an extra charge for…personal services,” she said as she unzipped his pants and took out his cock.

“Whatever it is, I’ll pay it.” Dimitri said, almost losing it. He would do anything to be inside her right now.

He saw now that she held a condom packet in her hand. She really had prepared for this, he thought. She opened it and slid the rubber on him. “What sort of services would you like?” she asked.

This was just so fucking hot, so much better than anything he could have ever imagined, he couldn’t think of anything but burying himself inside her at that moment.

“I want to be inside you,” he replied.

She mounted his cock. Since she was already wet from her own orgasm, he slid inside her with no resistance, and he expelled a pent-up sigh. Silently she began riding him, her movements slow and deliberate, her gaze locked on him.

With her breasts so close to his mouth, he couldn’t resist tasting them, couldn’t resist squeezing them together and relishing their soft fullness against his hands, against his tongue. “Is that allowed?” he asked belatedly, enjoying their game more than he ever would have suspected.

“There will be an extra charge,” she said. “You kiss, you pay.”

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, and he slid his hands over her torso, around her hips, to her ass. He pressed her harder against him, coaxed her into a faster pace as the sweet tension mounted inside him. A few more strokes was all it would take, but he wanted her there with him, wanted to give her a little bonus for the hottest sex show he’d ever seen.

Slipping his fingers down, he caressed the cleft of her ass, dipped his fingers in, found her most sensitive spot and massaged her there. She gasped and ground against him, contracted around his cock, almost with him…A little more, and she’d be there…He pushed farther, flexed inside her, tried hard to hold himself back until just the right moment….

She came hard, bucked against him, cried out, and he let himself go, too. Just the way he’d wanted it. He spilled himself, felt the pure, white-hot release shooting out of him again and again, his cries mingling with hers until she collapsed against him.

He could feel her heartbeat, listened to their breathing, which slowed to normal again as minutes passed, and finally she stirred. She sat up and looked at him curiously.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she said. “I hope you liked it.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, unable to summon the energy for a full-on speech. “That’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

The sexiest, the hottest, the most addictive. How he would ever convince himself to stop wanting Kelly. He knew the answer then. He would never stop wanting her….. Because he had fallen in love with her.