Her moans became cries.Her moans became cries. He began to grunt and his thrusts lost their solid rhythm. They began to come and his cock felt like it swelled inside her. She felt the pinpoint heat of his boiled cum shooting into her, and she crested her own orgasm, her pussy muscles milking his cock for every last drop of come. She panted and whimpered, trying not to scream like she ached to do. She grasped him tightly and wrapped her legs around his thighs, prolonging and deepening their intimate embrace. Uncounted moments later she let her legs slip down his thighs to support herself. His cock slid out of her. He did not release their embrace. They smiled at each other in their afterglow, nuzzling and enjoying the decaying warmth. He began to speak "I'm..." when she stopped him with a hand to his lips. She pointed behind him to the lit building across the street. An elegant neon sign pronounced it the Charles Road Grand Hotel. She questioned him with a look when he turned back to her. A nod and they were cleaning up for the walk over... -- Registration was quick and painless. He used a credit card and she waited for him out of earshot. The elevators were chromed and Janet looked at her reflection in them. She saw herself, but it felt so far away from her normal life. She was pursuing something that at any other moment in her life she would never have done. She was following her lusts and passions, drinking deep of sex, and for that, she could not recognize the body staring back at her from beyond the shining doors. He joined her and dangled the key from his finger. It had the number 800 on it. Janet wasn't sure, but she thought that the eighth floor looked like penthouse suites. All the better. The doors opened and a woman walked out. She was stunning and dressed for display. From her walk and attitude, Janet guessed she was a hooker. The woman was wearing a black leather miniskirt and stockings attached to garters that peeked from beneath the skirt. Her top was a blue satin bustier. Add a pair of spike black leather heels and she was a pure sex object. Janet watched her reach the desk and give some bills to the clerk. She also gave him a peck on the cheek. "Remember Raoul, you know where to find Cindy when you need her," she commented to everyone in the lobby as she walked out. |