Mike's an actor. He travels a lot to various TV locations and theatres all over the country. He's got a gig in a repertory theatre in Brighton for three months playing a major part in Chekov's 'The Cherry Orchard.' A fellow actor has recommended a guest house, run by an attractive Spanish woman, known as Rosa. He checks in and pays his deposit and then goes up to his room. Rosa flirts openly with him as he chats to her on the stairs. Mike's a good looking guy, and he's not gay, so there's nothing unusual in women flirting with him.
Later on, Mike is relaxing in his room. He's reading the lines he has to memorise, when suddenly he hears a couple of little taps on his door. 'Who the fuck's that?' he mumbles grumpily and gets up. He opens the door. Rosa's standing there. She leans on the door-frame, her red nailed fingers gripping it. 'Oh hi,' Mike says, holding his Chekov script in his right hand, 'anything wrong?
'No, nothing's wrong, I just thought you might like a little drink with me, seeing as it's your first night here?' she says, smiling. Mike notices her glistening red lips parting to reveal perfect teeth. He smiles back at her and says, 'Sure, why not?'
'Follow me,' Rosa says and leads Mike down to her apartment on the first floor. She shows him into the reception room. He sits down on a sofa, looking around at all the theatrical posters and photographs around the walls. There are some very famous male and female actors represented in her collection. Rosa is in many of the pictures, laughing and posing with the celebrities.
Rosa soon returns with a couple of glasses of white wine. Mike sips from the elegant crystal glass. 'Thank you, that's very nice, Chablis, isn't it?' he comments. 'A '94, if I'm not mistaken.'
'Mm, well done, Mike! It is a Chablis 94, yes. Oh, I do so like a young man with good taste,' Rosa says, sipping her wine after. She sprawls next to Mike on the sofa, throwing her bare arm across the back of it and bringing her right leg up and under the other. Mike notices she is nicely curvy and the tight black skirt and white blouse she's wearing emphasise the fullness of her womanly figure.
'Must be fun, running a small hotel for actors,' says Mike, just trying to make conversation. She fixes him with a deep brown-eyed stare and tells him: 'Yeah, it is fun, but my husband does all the work.'
'Does he, what do you do then?' asks Mike.
'I use this place to acquire lovers,' says Rosa, calmly smoothing back her luxuriant dark brown hair. It's cut elegantly in a bob, to her shoulders.
Mike's not sure if she's joking, so he says: 'How original,' chinking her glass with his.
'Do you get many lovers?' he asks.
She smiles. 'Yes, quite a few,' she says.
Mike's intrigued. 'You must have a very high sex-drive?' he asks.
'You are right. I was born sexually curious, Mike. I'm always horny, you see,' Rosa confesses.
'I'm always libidinous. The merest thought about sex makes me moist.'
'Does it?' asks Mike, looking at the swell in her white blouse. Her breasts are large and shapely. He can see their fullness in the tight white bra she has on. Mike loves big breasts and he decides to gamble.
'Are you wet, right now?' he asks.
'Mm, especially now,' Rosa tells him, coming in closer. 'Beacuse I want to fuck you! Why do you think I invited you down here, Mike, merely to drink wine?'
Her hot breath is on his face and she's about to kiss him when he asks: 'What about your husband? Is he around?'
'Won't he be angry is he catches us... being intimate?'
Rosa laughs cynically. 'The old bastard's watching us right now, through there,' says Rosa, pointing at a door in the corner of the room.
'He's got a peep-hole to look through.'
Mike shudders. 'Wait a minute, lady!' he says. 'I'm not into gang bangs, at all!' He's waving his finger back and forth under Rosa's nose.
'You've got totally the wrong idea, Mike. This is not a set-up for a group sex,' says Rosa.
'OK, what is it then?' asks Mike, intrigued now.
Rosa touches Mike's forearm and leaves her fingers there.
She explains: 'My husband and I have an arrangement. We have had it throughout our long marriage.'
'He's very submissive, a total wimp, he likes being cuckolded.'
'Doesn't he have any say in this?' asks Mike.
'No! He's completely under my control and he gets a kick out of being humiliated by watching other men have me. I like him being that way, because I like to be promiscuous.' explains Rosa. 'D'you get the picture now?'
'It's kinda left-field, but yeah, I've heard of this sort of thing going on,' says Mike.
Rosa smiles at him. 'You OK with being watched while we have sex?' she asks.
'I'm watched every night on stage, by hundreds of people, so it won't bother me, I suppose,' says Mike, 'as long as your husband doesn't join in!'
Rosa laughs in a knowing way. 'He can't. My husband's tied up and gagged. He can't move!' she says.
'Tied up? Are you into bondage too?' asks Mike, thrilled at Rosa's kinkiness.
Rosa smiles and puts her fingers on Mike's jeans, at the crotch. He's erect and she squeezes his bulge. 'I'm into everything, Mike! Let me show you,' she tells him, via a whisper.
'Touch me, here,' she suggests, pointing at her chest.
Mike reaches down and feels her breasts. 'Shit! They're fuckin' massive!' he exclaims. Both his hands cup Rosa's tight white bra. Her nipples poke through the flimsy material and he can feel their hardness.
'And you, Mike,' Rosa asks, fondling his crotch, 'are you big, down there?'
'Find out!' says Mike, still pawing away at her boobs, fascinated by their weight and volume. He can barely get his hands around them.
Rosa's fingers tease the zip of Mike's jeans down. He stands and she undoes his leather belt then lets the jeans fall to his ankles. She can see the outline of his erection in his underpants. 'Mm, very nice!' groans Rosa, kissing the big sausage shape that's sticking up. 'I like what you have between your legs, Mike.' With a deft pull on both sides of his pants, Rosa exposes his cock. She smiles when it plops out in front of her face and handles the seven-inches of hard, taut, skin, as if it's the most beautiful thing she's ever clapped eyes on! She sniffs it for a moment and then with a sexy little look up at Mike, she begins licking the throbbing, blue-veined, shaft. Her left hand cups Mike's ball sac that hangs there invitingly, like a swollen, ripe, fruit.
'You're very good at that,' gasps Mike as she pulls off from deep-throating him.
'Take all your clothes off,' says Rosa, getting up and leaving the reception room for her bedroom. 'I'm going to get into something a little more seductive,' she says, looking over her shoulder. Mike doesn't mind being watched by the unseen husband's eyes. He's too turned on now and so he strips all his clothes off and settles back on the sofa, toying with his rock hard cock, legs apart, his balls jiggling away, as he waits for Rosa's return.
In a few minutes Rosa's back, wearing the most spectacular lingerie Mike has ever seen. 'You look amazing!' he says, tossing his cock a little faster as he looks her over. She's wearing a shiny black bra, black silk panties and a shiny black girdle around her middle, from which garters are attached to real seamed 1940s stockings. Down below, she's wearing ankle-strapped shiny black shoes, with five-inch heels.
'Mm, would you be offended if I said you looked like a high class call girl?' asks Mike while touching the chocolate-coloured stocking-tops with his fingertips.
'Not at all!' says Rosa. 'That was the general idea.'
'I like you as a prostitute,' says Mike as their lips meet.
After a very length kiss, during which a lot of pawing and groping has gone on, Rosa whispers. 'A prostitute... it sounds lovely coming from your sexy mouth. Say it again, Mike, will you, please?'
Mike mouths the word slowly: 'Pro-s-tit-u-te,' he says softly, right in Rosa's ear. She shivers visibly after he's said it and she puts her hand over his, on her upper thigh.
'Whore!' he whispers.
Oh!' gasps Rosa.
'Slut!'
'Mm!' she purrs.
'Tart!'
'Mm!'
'Concubine!'
'Oh!'
'Sex-slave!'
Mm! Yes!'
Mike's cock is leaking pre-cum as his excitement grows. Rosa notices the little silvery flood that's slewed down his knuckles and she reaches out and strokes his prick, slowly, up and down in her fist.
'You beautiful whore!' whispers Mike as she does it.
'I love being a whore!' admits Rosa. 'I was born to be a puta. That's whore in Spanish.'
Their mouths meet again and Mike licks her cherry red lips. 'Mm, that's horny! Let my slave husband see you doing that,' whispers Rosa, turning so that the unseen eyes can savour the French kisses. Mike flicks the tip of his tongue against hers and then she sucks on his, relentlessly, as if it's a tiny penis. Sighs and moans fill the air now as the randy pair claw at each other and feel each other's genitals.
'Take those panties off,' insists Mike, his hand inside them.
Rosa backs off and lies down on her back at other end of sofa. She checks Mike is watching and then puts her stockinged legs right up vertically, dragging the flimsy knickers up them until they are removed. 'Fuckin' hell!' he gasps as he looks on. Rosa has spread her legs wide and from between the stocking tops a huge brown-lipped clam is staring back at him. It's smooth, apart from a tiny sprig of coarse black pubic hair above the vulva's apex. Rosa splays her labia apart in both hands and looks up at Mike with dreamy, half-closed, eyes.
'Like the look of my cunt?' she asks.
Mike's wild-eyed, incredulous: 'Oh, my God, Rosa, that's amazing! I've never seen one like it before! Those lips are so huge, so thick and long... Is everything about you exaggerated?' he asks.
She laughs in a sexy way. 'Yes... I suppose it is!' she replies.
