Bachelor Affairs

As the sunlight caressed her skin, promising a new smile on her makeup face, new shoes, new bags, she entombed thoughts of her client in brief seconds, her imagination beating to how he is, how big his penis is and how he uses it.

She walked as her hair fluttered in the air, her mind blowing gown clinging to her body like an estate model and abruptly stopped to preen her self on the glass windows of the almost gigantic hotel.

Satisfy, she killed the makeup and dresses, she took a slow breathe before she walked into the reception., her eyes roam around and she finally settled them on a man sitting on the lobby with crossed legs, he was cute, looks rich just like her type, if she wasn't there for business., she could as well be a boredom killer to the man.

"Hi." She said to the receptionist, a smile surrounding her red lipstick lip.

"Welcome to Chilled villa hotel madam." The receptionist reply, a crochet smile following her trimmed words.

"How may I serve you?"

"Am here to see the manager." She returned maintaining the smile on her face.

"He's expecting me."

"A minute please." The receptionist said and lower her gaze under the counter, she took a few second before she raised her head to her again."

Are you Miss Cynthia?"

"Yes., I am."

The receptionist called on the porter who in turn took the girl to the manager's office.

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Garry's smile slipped when he saw her; never in his world would he have thought call girls could look so pretty. he had actually met her on facebook three weeks ago and they've been chatting naughty since then, they exchanged lots of faceless nudes during their chats, he needed to see if what she sent to him were really what she posses, so he decided to take the risk on sending her transport fare to come see him.

"Garry." Her voice trailed low.

"Cynthia." He pouts standing up from the chair to meet her at the door.

"Wow, you look pretty in person." He said.

Her lips lifted upward as her dimples crinkled, his smile was genuinely sweet and made unexpected warmth rushed through her and all she wants to do is grab him, rip off his shirt and took his package out.

He was cute, fair, long hands, the perfect face, exactly her type. "

And you look so dashing." She replied him maintaining the wide smile on her face.

Garry lick his lips as his eyes roam around her frontal view., his eyes traveled from her face to her collar bone then to her breasts. Without lingerie her breast sat higher, well package and definitely beyond natural, they were close together just as he likes them, there's nothing more bewitching than thrusting his penis in the space between her breast, they were each so perfect and molded to her form.

His eyes didn't linger too long, but it was just enough for her to know it's game time.

"Make yourself comfortable." He said walking past her to lock the door. When he turns around to face her, he caught her smile again, damn; her smile was already giving him a boner.

"So you want to do it here?" She asked wishing he speedy up things so she can go down and find more potential customers, especially the man she had seen at the lobby.

"That's a good table." Garry said with a cringe at the office table.

Sighing, she walked up to him, counting her steps like a cat, she grabbed his tie and pulled him to herself, then she took off his suit, unbuttoned his inner white shirt and took it off from his body.

"Strong man." She pouts touching his broad shoulders.

"I workout." He managed to say locking his gaze with her.

Not bothering to take any flirtatious-L-sex look. She took off his singlet, bit her lips as she stared at his bare-chest, tight rolls of skin at the waist of his black-belted slacks. She knew that his flat belly would be warm and dry, the hair on it surprisingly soft.

"Sit on the chair." She ordered taking her clothes off.

For a thing, Garry hated been ordered especially by call girls., he loves to be dominant and he likes them submissive, to scream when he fùcks the hell from their wide pussy, but he obeyed anyway, crunching down on the office chair and watching what she intends doing.

She moved towards him, the bows like butterflies on her hips, the thin straps on her waist biting into her thighs, as she moved she felt her inner music build.

The slow strings and solemn drumbeat swelled behind her hip bones, and she turned her back to him, kicked away the pooled silk of her discarded kimono, settled herself across his lap and began to give him a lap dance.

Garry sighed in disbelief, who asked for a fùcking lap dance., he needs her to ride him not ride his trouser., he reached around and stroked her belly, running his fingers across her bunching muscles, bumping over the dark mole above her navel, reaching, reaching down. She pushed his hands away, like what the heck.

She spread herself wider, ground her nàked skin into his bunched trouser, his penis became a bar of heat between her spread buttocks, rising, twitching along her hip, slowly falling into herself she licenced his roving hands, and let them go, above, before, behind, below, their callouses rasping on her belly and catching lightly at the face of her nipple, her breasts abruptly, suddenly, full of weight and heat and the little pulse drumming, drumming, tingling out from belly and navel, and blooming, pressing her full against her warming clit.

She is a professional, he must admit. He thought her lap dance idea was completely ridiculous but after seeing what she was doing to his dick and his body, all he wants now is to lift her up, smashed her on the table and thrust his hot penis inside her.

She was suddenly completely wet and loose and gasped at it, this flow. Both her hands made eager circles on her tits, squeezing, tugging, pulling, and the thick cord of him rigid between her buttocks, and his hands plunging down and inward, hungry, hungry for her.

His fingers found her clit, and his quick lips nibble and kiss her back and arm. She stretches wider, a dancers stretch, hot and fierce, he finger fùcked her relentlessly and she tremble in his hands, his flattened fingers fast on her spread lips, her hands and his mingle in her juices, clutching, rubbing, spreading.

Twitching suddenly she slows his hands, feels a short hot ripple of orgasm, small, a hint of greater things.

She licks her own wetness from his blunt fingers and quickly unbelts him before dragging his trouser down. She admired his bulge then she took the underwear off and held his penis. It throbbed hard in her hands, ready to fist her, pound the living daylight from her life. She let it go, it twitches, and he twitches.

Garry watched in amazement as she kisses his balls while he strokes and then it's her turn. Mouth and hands. At first, she can only kiss and lick around it, take the head in her mouth.

It was daunting, powerful, fully two hands long from her nestling fist to the glossy tip so hard so hot inside its warm, so salt so sweet under her tongue, he heaved a low moan as she bobs her head, takes him in, ridge hard against the roof of her mouth, deeper, halfway and his penis bullet head is pressing at the back of her tongue.

"Dear God." He moaned with shaking breathe, butterflies licks at his stomach when she cups him, lick the gland like a frustrated Love Peddler. he wasn't in cloud 9, he was somewhere beyond that, somewhere that's beyond man's knowledge

She stopped and retakes his penis in her neat, strong fist. Long circular strokes, concentrated on the head, then turns and straddles him.

"Condom." She said.

"Sure sure." He muffled with ragged breathes quickly reaching for a bunch of condoms on the drawer, he gave her one not minding the rest that fell on the ground.

She wore the condom on his massive penis, then she finds the spot and rising pulls him back under her, crudely, roughly crushing him against her swollen clit and sinks down onto him, their groans mingling.

Garry made her leans back and takes some weight on her hands, he made her sit well on his dick, covering every inch of his indescribable fullness, then the stretch and swell., when she let out a low scream., he knew he was there.

She reprises her lap dance, rotating her hips around his spindle, feels the burgeoning, the heat and rides for her life, breath racing thick and fast.

She rides and pauses, rides and pauses, her bared breast bouncing Frey, wholly forgotten in the squall of need. Breathes deeply and then gallops again, faster, faster, tearing from Garry the sounds of some woodland animal. Two, three small ripples of orgasm, the twitch of him too, silenced by her abruptly still hips, little spurts as they get wetter., hotter. Oh sweet Jesus.

She went slow, long, all the way up and all the way down, teasing, teasing, perched right there on his tip, taking all of him, still stretching, her hooded clit slipping and tripping over his length in and out. The growing spiral of pleasure engulfed Garry as he moans like a baby. he trembled, slick with her sweat and his, with their arousal, almost blown, he let her digs in for the last, fast, ride, their mingled juices filled the tiny gaps between them.

He was at the peak and he knew any second it will come rushing out. he groaned clumsily with weakened legs.

She comes tightly, rigid pulses driving her down onto him and he rises up driving deep inside the condom. She feels him swell again and this time lets him fly, fly through the deep grind and circle of her hips, and she feels the long fountainhead burst, the heat rushing up inside her, as her own orgasm ripples on.

Exhausted, she climbs off his gently wilting hardness and stood across him before grabbing her gown and wearing it.

He still couldn't calm his breathe., the ripples were still surging through him. calming his heartbeat, he took off the condom from his semi hard drenched dick." That was a blast."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." She replied arranging her hair, before grabbing her bag and took out her red lipstick. she applied a bit and dropped it back on the bag.

"I enjoyed every bit of it." He said wearing his boxers, then his trouser." We should do more of this in the coming days, what do you think?"

She smiled, walked up to him and helps him button his shirt." You have a wife, don't you.?"

"No, I'm a bachelor."

"So it means you have a serious girlfriend."

He nibbled, sat on the table and stare at her for a while." I guess everyone does right.?"

She raised a brow at him before turning around to pick her handbag again. "So, what will be the ground of our relationship?"

"Sex."

Her brows flutter at the word." Then I guess I'll be seeing you soon bachelor."

"Aren't you going to stay for a drink, everyone deserves a drink after a hot round of sex."

"I aren't tasty."

"Are you declining.?"

"No, simply put busy."

"Busy.!" He reiterated with grit teeth. he shifts his glance to the intercon as it began to ring, his eyes enlarged when he realized the call was coming from the security office at the gate.