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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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*All stories are partially based on true events. All names have been changed to preserve privacy. Any coincidence is hereby declared unintentional.*
"A kiss of love, a kiss of hate. And it's all passion underneath."
M tied his bowtie smartly while looking into the mirror of his hotel room dressing table. He'd booked the room in a five-star waterfront hotel on a whim to give himself a well-deserved weekend staycation, away from all the stresses of work. Money was not an issue to him in the present point of time, his career as a financial advisor for a well-known MNC was steadily on track with a nice bonus to boot each year. He'd take the weekend as a chance to relax, as well as indulge in his twin favourite pastimes: Cards and women.
Giving himself a final once-over, and deciding that he looked more than presentable in his midnight blue tuxedo, M left the hotel room and proceeded to the lobby. There he took a short walk across the hotel lobby to a lift, cleverly designed to look like an antique wooden door recessed into the marble walls. Pressing the button, the lift went smoothly down two levels, and opened up to reveal the never-ending buzz of the casino floor.
M had no particular interests in the myriad of jackpot machines greeting him at the entrance, and neither did he have the time for high-stakes poker. The concentration needed for poker was too much for him to bear when he was here to relax and unwind, so M proceeded to the bar, got himself a stiff Black Russian and walked slowly towards the baccarat/blackjack tables.
And that was where he saw her.
She was dressed in a slinky one-shouldered evening dress that seemed to be made out of babyskin-smooth silk. The maroon red of the dress perfectly complemented her long ebony locks cascading down one shoulder. She had this piercing look in her eyes, as though she could and would see through any mortal who dared lay eyes on her being. And yet... there was this aura of detached inquisitiveness, playfulness even, accentuated by her lightly-outlined eyebrows which arched ever so slightly above her brown eyes.
She was sipping at a Long Island, so M decided that he'd might as well take a chance at her while waiting for a spot to open up on the baccarat table. Walking up to her, M sidled in close beside her so he could speak to her in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper.
"Thank God that I was born with eyes. I wouldn't know how I'd have missed out on such great beauty in my life."
"Smooth talking, wise guy. Do all guys like you start out with pickup lines?" She smiled thinly, sipping at her Long Island.
"Only those who know what they're doing... and who they're talking with." He replied, with ever so slight an air of confidence. She was a smooth girl, this one.
"So... you're here for the business of the cards, or the pleasure of the eye candy?"
"I'd prefer to have both at the same time, but you'd make a winning case over the cards anyday." M said honestly, before taking a modest gulp of his Black Russian.
"I like my card games. Let's say we set a challenge. Blackjack. Race to five rounds. Winner gets to choose to do anything to the loser." She said with a cocked eyebrow and a small smirk. M thought he saw her minutely biting her lower lips when she gave him that challenge.
"Mmm... shall we play then?"
*********
Eight rounds of blackjack at a personal table that was made ready at M's behest to a cooperative croupier later, M and the mysterious lady in maroon were even on the score. He'd had a run of luck winning three hands straight, before she came back with four of her own, forcing him to win another hand to force a final playoff.
The croupier dealt out his cards before her's, and when he took a look at his cards he knew he'd won the bet. He had a Queen and a Jack. What could possibly beat such a hand?
"Are you sure you want to play my lady?" He asked in a suggestive manner. "I know this hand's definitely in my bag for sure."
"Oh? Flip your cards then. Gentleman first." She smiled.
Upon flipping his cards the lady crooked a smile, before biting her lower lip once again very visibly this time. "I'm sorry Mr Dealer, it seems I've lost my bet against this gentleman here. Mind if I keep my two cards? Just as a keepsake."
"So now, it seems like I am at your mercy." She whispered into his ear as he slipped an arm around her waspish waist while waiting for the lift back to his room.
"What's your name?"
"Summer."
"Well Summer... let's finish this game, shall we?"
***
The moment he closed his hotel room door, he pushed Summer against the wall and kissed her insistently. Feeling her fight back playfully with her tongue darting out to lick his lips, before locking in mortal combat as they stumbled across to the queen-sized bed.
Swiftly ridding himself of his tuxedo jacket and his white dress shirt, he was surprised at how fast Summer had disrobed herself as well. Now she was wearing nothing but a lacy piece of panties on his bed, her twin modest peaks with erect nipples exposed for all the world to see. He dived in greedily, suckling on one nipple while groping her other breast in a circular motion. As he was attacking at her upper torso, he edged his thigh up on the bed such that he was kneeling between her open legs, and Summer started to rub her pelvis against his upper thigh. He could feel the wetness spread on her panties, threatening to soak into his pants as well.
"You're wet."
"Don't tease a woman more than she can take." And with a grin, she kicked her panties off, before pressing his head down firmly but gently towards her navel. Even at such close proximity, M could feel the heat radiating out from her sex, and there was no mistaking the pungent smell of a woman in heat. Without missing a beat, he went down on her with a lapping tongue, and before he knew it she was holding him down whilst grinding her hips up and down across his mouth. Summer did not stop even with all the pleasure she was getting from his oral stimulation, and by the time she let him go and he came up for air, his face was slick with the juices from her aching pussy.
"Give it to me." She tugged at his waistband, and that was when he finally realised that he hadn't gotten rid of his pants just yet. Quickly pulling the offending piece of clothing off along with his boxer briefs, his now-raging erection was plain for her to see. He wasn't sure if the blush in her face was from embarrassment, or from sheer arousal.
Tugging at his hardon, she eased him smoothly into her wet pussy, almost in a gliding way. At the same time, she held him close for a passionate kiss yet again, and when both parties broke for air, the wild unrepentant desire in her eyes was clear for him to see.
An invitation to fuck. A green light for a pounding from him.
M obliged her silent request through her gaze, pounding her smoothly in missionary, whilst she grabbed onto his neck for dear life and stuck her legs up in a V shape. Soon her hands wandered further down to his back, where he suddenly felt fingernails digging into his back. The pain was sufficient enough to make him buck in surprise, and also have the unintended effect of driving himself that bit deeper into her.
Summer clung onto his back, fingernails digging in as her forehead was glistening with sweat, her locks now plastered onto her forehead as well. She urged him on, insistently pushing her pelvis against his, before pulling his buttocks in towards her as he now supported his upper torso with his hands buttressed against the bed headrest. He was feeling the full effect of Summer's sex drive, her tunnel slick with her juices, whilst also contracting in an irregular manner that added on to the waves of pleasure he was getting. Her nails were still digging in, but contrary to feeling discomfort at the pain, it was almost like an aphrodisiac for M, and with each burst of pain his pounding got more insistent, much deeper and much faster.
The sex was insistent. Passionate. Unbridled. Twice they swapped positions, once into doggy where she bit into the pillow to muffle her screams of desire, and another time into cowgirl where he greedily groped her breasts as she bounced on top of him. Before long M knew he was poised to climax at any moment, and with whatever sanity he had left he managed to let out a hoarse croak.
"I'm gonna cum. But I'm not wearing a condom! *groans*"
"Pull out of me. I want you to cum on my body." And with a lithe movement Summer got off M's sweaty body, before he flipped himself over on top of her, such that he was straddling her waist. His shiny-wet dick was poking up at Summer's face, and she started to jerk him off in an increasingly fast tempo while aiming his hardon at her breasts.
Soon it was too much for M to take, and with a guttural moan in his throat he shot three long strings of thick semen across Summer's twin peaks. Her right nipple was totally covered by his fluids, and his third shot even managed to go far enough to dab itself on her lips. Knowing that Summer had not had her climax just yet, M swiftly plunged two fingers into her soft and hot fold, curving his fingers upwards in a scratching motion and fingered her hard.
With a breathy scream Summer came. Her body jerked like a broken doll and she grabbed M's torso like a life preserver. After two long minutes her breathing finally calmed down, and M slowly slipped his now-slick fingers out of her throbbing pussy.
"Thank you." Summer said.
"No, thank you. You could have chosen to not enter my room earlier."
"I guess the feeling's mutual then." Summer smiled, before bringing M close for another kiss, this time tender and sweet. M dragged his fingers lightly through her hair, and Summer playfully rubbed her nose against his before rising to take a quick shower.
***
The next morning M woke up naked in his bed. Refreshed from the sex and the sleep that came afterwards, he vaguely remembered Summer going to take a quick wash, before cuddling up under the sheets with him and resting her head on his chest as a pillow. Stretching his hand out to tousle her hair, all M's hand found was an empty bed and rumpled bedsheets besides him.
Confused, M got out of bed and looked around. Everything in the hotel room was still in place. There was nobody in the bathroom, and he was the only naked soul in the room. Thank goodness Housekeeping hasn't arrived yet, M thought as he scanned the room.
His gaze fell on the dressing table where he had been dressing up last night for the casino. He spotted a piece of paper and two playing cards facing downwards lying neatly square centre. Picking up the piece of paper, he saw the following words:
"Thanks for the night. If ever we can meet again, remember the lady in red.
-Summer"
Shaking his head in wistful happiness, M flipped the two playing cards over. For a moment his breath caught, before he looked into the mirror and smiled widely at his reflection, the past night finally making sense to him more than just the momentous sex.
The two cards were a pair of Aces. |
