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It was nearly eleven when Em finally decided to get an out call service. She’d been lying in bed, hot between her legs and with aroused nipples, for an hour. She had tried to satisfy herself, since she was on a plane early the next morning, but it just hadn't worked.
Em’s troubles were two-fold.
First, she’d had a pussy flutter and flashed eyes with a lovely hot man earlier in the evening, but while the feeling was obviously mutual it was going nowhere, for entirely reasonable reasons.
Second, she’d idly switched on the TV in her room when she got back from dinner. Equally idly she had flicked to one of the in house adult movie channels.
The fates had rewarded her. She found herself watching a movie in which a woman of around her age was being very hotly stripped naked on the bed in a very plush hotel room by a very handsome out call masseur.
She had then been massaged in a way that really turned Em on. The pussy massages (one while the woman was face down on the bed, the other when she was on her back and her legs were wide apart) had been the high point. Then she had been profoundly and very loudly fucked.
Evidently this was occurring late at night since she had been wearing a little black dress, a tiny black string, a desirably revealing little black bra, and black stay-ups. Equally evidently, she had thoroughly enjoyed having all these taken off her and especially the hotly sexy way that this was done.
She had spectacularly enjoyed how, after the masseur had removed her tiny string, he had used it to further excite her very wet and open slit. He had done this by running the little thing back and forth through her slit and playing with her neat little bush which came into view every time she writhed on the bed. While this part of the action was proceeding, she was writhing rather a lot.
Em had watched the whole movie and had become very hot doing so.
She had stripped to just her leopard print thong. Then she had recruited Vic, who had been packed away in his travelling bag, to give her a buzz.
He had done this (and very nicely as he always did when his batteries were fully charged) but it had not been enough.
Em needed to be naked or nearly so and to have the hot, firm but gentle hands of an attentive masseur caressing all of her body, especially between her legs at the top. Then she needed cock.
She picked up the phone by the bed and called concierge. She was staying in a very expensively discreet hotel.
She had a brief and satisfactory conversation with the woman on duty at the desk thirty floors below. For a first-class and really hot service the concierge recommended one provider, saying she could recommend them from personal experience and in particular a masseur called Derek.
Em warmed to her immediately. This assessment was reinforced when she called back within two minutes to tell Em that Derek would be with her in thirty minutes, would be available for the two hours requested, and was familiar with the big beds in the rooms.
It was now eleven thirty. Derek who was familiar with the bed and the unspoken needs of hot clients would be with her by twelve. He would stay until two. She might get to sleep by three and needed to be out of the hotel by eight to catch the plane home.
Em thought with a smile that it would be a bleary-eyed arrival on home turf nine hours later, even if she got some sleep on the flight.
Ambrose would be collecting her at the airport but he would simply conclude, in his own discreet way, that Em had kept someone up most of the night. As usual, he would be right.
Tonight’s playtime needed to be scripted, Em decided. She would play through that movie she had just seen which had so aroused her.
She took a quick shower and then dressed in what she had been wearing earlier in the evening. Her ensemble comprised a little leopard print bra and matching thong and a midnight blue tunic dress with three-quarter sleeves and a top-of-the-bust neckline. It ended just above the knee and was delightfully button-through at the front.
Sheer charcoal stay-ups with black lace tops and black patent leather stiletto heels completed the picture.
Em looked at her reflection in the long mirror opposite the bed and thought about being sexily stripped of all of this on the bed. When she thought this she watched her nipples make little bumps in her dress and felt herself get freshly and warmly damp in her panties.
The phone rang. It was the concierge desk, someone else this time, a man. “Mr Derek is here to see you, madam,” the man said. It was a business hotel and in this particular town business never closed down.
“Ask him to come up,” said Em, her nipples now hot rocks.
He arrived at her door. Em did a double take. Derek was the man in the movie. The action had been real; it wasn’t just a porn film script. No wonder the room had looked strangely familiar. No wonder the acting was so good. It wasn't acting. It was real.
Derek said, “Mel, the concierge you spoke to, said she thought you might have watched that in house movie and might want to play through the script.”
He looked at her. “You are a very attractive woman and I imagine a very hot one. Would you like it like that?”
Em said, “I would love it like that.” She was wearing only her little bra and thong by the time Derek got her to the bed and placed her face-down in the middle of it.
She lay on the bed feeling very hot indeed. Her legs were slightly apart. She could hear Derek stripping out of his business suit. Her nipples rose and hardened further. They felt like big pebbles now as they pressed through her bra and into the bed sheet.
She felt him pick up and caress her left hand and gently rub her ring finger. She felt him place a warm hand between her thighs. He said, “Mel, the concierge, is the woman in the movie. We made it last year. It’s been very popular with guests.”
Em murmured, “Oh god. I so want it like that.” She shuddered with pleasure as Derek’s hands moved up towards her pussy and then shouted as he moved her legs wide apart.
He unclipped her bra and slid his hands under her torso, inside the bra cups, and excited her nipples. She shouted again, just like in the movie, when he gently and slowly pulled the bra from under her and threw it on the floor.
His hands returned under her torso and he pinched her hard nipples firmly. He said, “That’s a very sexy bra to find on a married woman. Does your husband know you do this sort of thing?” He pinched her nipples again, harder.
“Your panties are even sexier. Do you have your panties taken off you often by men who are not your husband? You have a very hot ass so I’m sure you do.”
He ran a hot finger through her wet slit and up into the trim little furry strip on her mound. “You travel a lot. Do you have them taken off you very often?”
Em moaned and murmured, “Well, quite often.”
Derek ran a finger through her slit again and ruffled her pubic hair. “How long have you been away on this trip Em?” he asked. “Three weeks,” she murmured back at him, quivering in pre-ecstasy.
He moved her legs together and took hold of her panties front and back. “How many times have you had your panties taken off you in those three weeks?” he asked, while he seriously disturbed her mound.
Em whispered, “Four times.” Derek slipped her panties off her mound and ass and down her legs and said, “You naughty woman. Make that five.”
Then he spread her legs wide and excited her slit and her mound with her panties, drawing them quickly back and forth between her pussy lips, just like in the movie. Em screamed and came, thrashing wildly and feeling a flood of hot pinkness flash through her whole body.
Derek ran his long firm tongue through her slit and briefly penetrated her pussy with its probing tip. When he eventually stopped doing this, briefly, he said, “You are very hot and quite delicious, Em.”
In a little while he whispered in her ear, “That’s your first treat. Now I am going to massage your legs and back and then your pussy. After that I shall turn you over for a nipple and breast and pussy massage combined.”
Em gasped. Then Derek said, “While I’m massaging your legs and your back and your pussy, tell me about the best of the four previous times on this trip that you’ve lost your panties.”
Em immediately had another orgasm. Derek whispered, “Good girl.”
He was very good at massage, Em thought, as Derek began making firm strokes up her legs from her ankles to her knees.
She also thought about the four occasions prior to this, on this trip, on which she had had her panties removed.
One was by a woman in Singapore, a Japanese executive she’d met at a trade show. That had been delicious. A Thai man in Bangkok had stripped her delightfully in his penthouse after they’d had dinner at a plush restaurant. He had gently tied her to the bed with her underwear and stockings and fucked her brains out for hours.
A German man in Phuket had asked her to stay on after the dinner party he had given at his villa. He had fucked her quickly and furiously in the swimming pool and again, later, gently, and at much greater length, on his bed.
Last weekend, here in Hong Kong and in fact on this very bed, an old friend had done her with considerable skill and fantastic energy. He had done this from after dinner to after dawn. They hadn’t seen each other for more than a year.
Derek had moved his massage to her back, making long strokes that ran from up her spine from her ass to her neck. He was also deliciously sweeping every third hand stroke under her to tease her pussy, her mound and her nipples. Em was floating in a hot pink haze, constantly on the edge of orgasm.
He rimmed her suddenly. She made a noise when the tip of his tongue entered her rectum. Then he bit her buttocks quite hard. Em squealed with delight.
“Bangkok,” Em said, settling on that delightful event as her top pick of the four.
Derek rimmed her again and then slid a slick finger into her ass. The pressure of this caused Em to orgasm again.
When she had quite finished making noise, Derek said quietly, “Tell me all about it.”
She did. She left nothing out. Especially she did not leave out her delicious instant orgasm moment just after he had tied her up. He had thrust the whole of his long firm tongue into her hotly open and wet pussy.
Nor did she forget to mention that she got his very firm and beautifully long cock several times as well.
Derek became hugely excited. She could tell this from the size and hardness of his cock, which she suddenly found in her hand. She squeezed it. It pulsed strongly in her palm. Then she said, “I hope you’re going to fuck me with that.”
It pulsed again, even more strongly. Derek said, “Immediately. We’ll complete the massage later.”
He rolled her over onto her back and threw her legs wide apart. He looked in wonder at her wet darkness of her open vagina and the sexy little flash of hair on her mound and said, “That landing strip is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
Then he thrust the full length of his thick hard cock into her and fucked her very quickly.
She gasped when he came with huge hot gouts of cum and then shouted loudly and for a long time when a super-hot thrill filled her whole body and she joined him in ecstasy.
Em’s troubles were two-fold.
First, she’d had a pussy flutter and flashed eyes with a lovely hot man earlier in the evening, but while the feeling was obviously mutual it was going nowhere, for entirely reasonable reasons.
Second, she’d idly switched on the TV in her room when she got back from dinner. Equally idly she had flicked to one of the in house adult movie channels.
The fates had rewarded her. She found herself watching a movie in which a woman of around her age was being very hotly stripped naked on the bed in a very plush hotel room by a very handsome out call masseur.
She had then been massaged in a way that really turned Em on. The pussy massages (one while the woman was face down on the bed, the other when she was on her back and her legs were wide apart) had been the high point. Then she had been profoundly and very loudly fucked.
Evidently this was occurring late at night since she had been wearing a little black dress, a tiny black string, a desirably revealing little black bra, and black stay-ups. Equally evidently, she had thoroughly enjoyed having all these taken off her and especially the hotly sexy way that this was done.
She had spectacularly enjoyed how, after the masseur had removed her tiny string, he had used it to further excite her very wet and open slit. He had done this by running the little thing back and forth through her slit and playing with her neat little bush which came into view every time she writhed on the bed. While this part of the action was proceeding, she was writhing rather a lot.
Em had watched the whole movie and had become very hot doing so.
She had stripped to just her leopard print thong. Then she had recruited Vic, who had been packed away in his travelling bag, to give her a buzz.
He had done this (and very nicely as he always did when his batteries were fully charged) but it had not been enough.
Em needed to be naked or nearly so and to have the hot, firm but gentle hands of an attentive masseur caressing all of her body, especially between her legs at the top. Then she needed cock.
She picked up the phone by the bed and called concierge. She was staying in a very expensively discreet hotel.
She had a brief and satisfactory conversation with the woman on duty at the desk thirty floors below. For a first-class and really hot service the concierge recommended one provider, saying she could recommend them from personal experience and in particular a masseur called Derek.
Em warmed to her immediately. This assessment was reinforced when she called back within two minutes to tell Em that Derek would be with her in thirty minutes, would be available for the two hours requested, and was familiar with the big beds in the rooms.
It was now eleven thirty. Derek who was familiar with the bed and the unspoken needs of hot clients would be with her by twelve. He would stay until two. She might get to sleep by three and needed to be out of the hotel by eight to catch the plane home.
Em thought with a smile that it would be a bleary-eyed arrival on home turf nine hours later, even if she got some sleep on the flight.
Ambrose would be collecting her at the airport but he would simply conclude, in his own discreet way, that Em had kept someone up most of the night. As usual, he would be right.
Tonight’s playtime needed to be scripted, Em decided. She would play through that movie she had just seen which had so aroused her.
She took a quick shower and then dressed in what she had been wearing earlier in the evening. Her ensemble comprised a little leopard print bra and matching thong and a midnight blue tunic dress with three-quarter sleeves and a top-of-the-bust neckline. It ended just above the knee and was delightfully button-through at the front.
Sheer charcoal stay-ups with black lace tops and black patent leather stiletto heels completed the picture.
Em looked at her reflection in the long mirror opposite the bed and thought about being sexily stripped of all of this on the bed. When she thought this she watched her nipples make little bumps in her dress and felt herself get freshly and warmly damp in her panties.
The phone rang. It was the concierge desk, someone else this time, a man. “Mr Derek is here to see you, madam,” the man said. It was a business hotel and in this particular town business never closed down.
“Ask him to come up,” said Em, her nipples now hot rocks.
He arrived at her door. Em did a double take. Derek was the man in the movie. The action had been real; it wasn’t just a porn film script. No wonder the room had looked strangely familiar. No wonder the acting was so good. It wasn't acting. It was real.
Derek said, “Mel, the concierge you spoke to, said she thought you might have watched that in house movie and might want to play through the script.”
He looked at her. “You are a very attractive woman and I imagine a very hot one. Would you like it like that?”
Em said, “I would love it like that.” She was wearing only her little bra and thong by the time Derek got her to the bed and placed her face-down in the middle of it.
She lay on the bed feeling very hot indeed. Her legs were slightly apart. She could hear Derek stripping out of his business suit. Her nipples rose and hardened further. They felt like big pebbles now as they pressed through her bra and into the bed sheet.
She felt him pick up and caress her left hand and gently rub her ring finger. She felt him place a warm hand between her thighs. He said, “Mel, the concierge, is the woman in the movie. We made it last year. It’s been very popular with guests.”
Em murmured, “Oh god. I so want it like that.” She shuddered with pleasure as Derek’s hands moved up towards her pussy and then shouted as he moved her legs wide apart.
He unclipped her bra and slid his hands under her torso, inside the bra cups, and excited her nipples. She shouted again, just like in the movie, when he gently and slowly pulled the bra from under her and threw it on the floor.
His hands returned under her torso and he pinched her hard nipples firmly. He said, “That’s a very sexy bra to find on a married woman. Does your husband know you do this sort of thing?” He pinched her nipples again, harder.
“Your panties are even sexier. Do you have your panties taken off you often by men who are not your husband? You have a very hot ass so I’m sure you do.”
He ran a hot finger through her wet slit and up into the trim little furry strip on her mound. “You travel a lot. Do you have them taken off you very often?”
Em moaned and murmured, “Well, quite often.”
Derek ran a finger through her slit again and ruffled her pubic hair. “How long have you been away on this trip Em?” he asked. “Three weeks,” she murmured back at him, quivering in pre-ecstasy.
He moved her legs together and took hold of her panties front and back. “How many times have you had your panties taken off you in those three weeks?” he asked, while he seriously disturbed her mound.
Em whispered, “Four times.” Derek slipped her panties off her mound and ass and down her legs and said, “You naughty woman. Make that five.”
Then he spread her legs wide and excited her slit and her mound with her panties, drawing them quickly back and forth between her pussy lips, just like in the movie. Em screamed and came, thrashing wildly and feeling a flood of hot pinkness flash through her whole body.
Derek ran his long firm tongue through her slit and briefly penetrated her pussy with its probing tip. When he eventually stopped doing this, briefly, he said, “You are very hot and quite delicious, Em.”
In a little while he whispered in her ear, “That’s your first treat. Now I am going to massage your legs and back and then your pussy. After that I shall turn you over for a nipple and breast and pussy massage combined.”
Em gasped. Then Derek said, “While I’m massaging your legs and your back and your pussy, tell me about the best of the four previous times on this trip that you’ve lost your panties.”
Em immediately had another orgasm. Derek whispered, “Good girl.”
He was very good at massage, Em thought, as Derek began making firm strokes up her legs from her ankles to her knees.
She also thought about the four occasions prior to this, on this trip, on which she had had her panties removed.
One was by a woman in Singapore, a Japanese executive she’d met at a trade show. That had been delicious. A Thai man in Bangkok had stripped her delightfully in his penthouse after they’d had dinner at a plush restaurant. He had gently tied her to the bed with her underwear and stockings and fucked her brains out for hours.
A German man in Phuket had asked her to stay on after the dinner party he had given at his villa. He had fucked her quickly and furiously in the swimming pool and again, later, gently, and at much greater length, on his bed.
Last weekend, here in Hong Kong and in fact on this very bed, an old friend had done her with considerable skill and fantastic energy. He had done this from after dinner to after dawn. They hadn’t seen each other for more than a year.
Derek had moved his massage to her back, making long strokes that ran from up her spine from her ass to her neck. He was also deliciously sweeping every third hand stroke under her to tease her pussy, her mound and her nipples. Em was floating in a hot pink haze, constantly on the edge of orgasm.
He rimmed her suddenly. She made a noise when the tip of his tongue entered her rectum. Then he bit her buttocks quite hard. Em squealed with delight.
“Bangkok,” Em said, settling on that delightful event as her top pick of the four.
Derek rimmed her again and then slid a slick finger into her ass. The pressure of this caused Em to orgasm again.
When she had quite finished making noise, Derek said quietly, “Tell me all about it.”
She did. She left nothing out. Especially she did not leave out her delicious instant orgasm moment just after he had tied her up. He had thrust the whole of his long firm tongue into her hotly open and wet pussy.
Nor did she forget to mention that she got his very firm and beautifully long cock several times as well.
Derek became hugely excited. She could tell this from the size and hardness of his cock, which she suddenly found in her hand. She squeezed it. It pulsed strongly in her palm. Then she said, “I hope you’re going to fuck me with that.”
It pulsed again, even more strongly. Derek said, “Immediately. We’ll complete the massage later.”
He rolled her over onto her back and threw her legs wide apart. He looked in wonder at her wet darkness of her open vagina and the sexy little flash of hair on her mound and said, “That landing strip is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
Then he thrust the full length of his thick hard cock into her and fucked her very quickly.
She gasped when he came with huge hot gouts of cum and then shouted loudly and for a long time when a super-hot thrill filled her whole body and she joined him in ecstasy.
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