By way of work, and school, I had the opportunity to fly to New York for a while in the week following my "discovery" for an internship. I won't go into the details of my profession, beyond describing that this internship would put me in contact with quite a few rather well known people.
I had been looking forward to the trip all summer--because it's New York, because it's a great opportunity to further my career, and though I didn't like to admit it, because I got to meet famous people. This last part, if I'm honest, I hadn't really cared about a whole lot, at least relative to the experience as a whole. Besides, I imagined, my actual contact with them would be very limited and terse.
However, after that night by the creek with Alice and whatever magic she performed, and after the experiences I had following that night, as the trip grew nearer my mind began to conspire about my new ability.
I tried not to let my mind wander. I didn't want to get my hopes up. Disappointment was more than likely, so I just let myself grow excited for the trip, not the celebrities.
I didn't get to utilize my ability much during the final days leading up to my trip. After those first 14 (16 including Katie and Bianca) encounters, I was too busy packing and getting ready to run into any wanton strangers.
Plans to meet and say bye to people fell through, and I left my home sexually frustrated and anxious to sniff some New York pussy.
Despite my fantasies, there was no mile-high club. It's hard to find someone you're attracted to on a plane unless they're seated close to you, so I spent my flight remembering my times with Bianca and the others... Before I knew it, we were on the ground at that terrible LaGuardia airport.
A cab ride took me to the hotel, and there I was finally able to indulge once more. At the check in, I was greeted by a beautiful young brunette dressed in the hotel's standard uniform: a white button up, and a tight navy skirt with black tights underneath. She wore glasses, and had a electric red lipstick that stood in stark contrast to her pale complexion.
Tall, slender, and sexy. She stared at me. At this point, I had come to know what came next, so I smiled at her. I checked in, slowly, allowing her to stare, to take me in, and then I asked if she could show me the elevator. Of course, she obliged.
In a whispy sexy voice, she said "right this way," and stepped out from behind the desk, gathering a coworker to manage her position. She stared at me the whole walk to the elevator.
My heart raced, hoping no one would join us. They didn't, and as we stopped, waiting for the carriage to descend to the lobby, the desk lady leaned over and smelled my neck.
I smiled knowingly sideways at her, and waited impatiently for that "ding."
When the doors finally opened, I allowed my new companion to enter first. I admired her hips as she stepped inside, and then followed briskly.
The doors were not yet closed when She had leaned against the back wall, protruding her skirt clad ass towards me, waving it for me to join her.
Ignoring my floor, I sent the elevator to the top, giving me time to enjoy Ms. hotel's scent. Then I knelt behind her and, fueled by hours of fantasy and days of frustration, buried my face in her ass.
Her scent was strong and pungent, clearly she had worked long hours in that hot lobby, standing cooped up in those tights. Her pussy musk reigned, but there was a strong scent of ass too. It was not bad, but carnal, sweaty, pungent, so dirty, and incredibly sexy. I had to have more.
As the elevator started its ascent, I hiked up Ms. Hotel's skirt revealing her ass, barely covered by the black tights, and a plain black thong underneath.
She pressed her ass out further, physically begging for more. I bore my face into her cheeks, intaking more of her pungent scent. It was excellent, but I was still not satisfied.
Roughly, I tore the tights, baring her skin, and pulled her thong to the side in a forceful tug that made the maid moan, and dove in once more. As I slathered my nose along her crack, nestling against her anus and then her pussy, her sweat and pussy wetted my face with her aroma.
I felt like an animal, devouring her primal essence, but then there was that "ding" indicating we had reached the top floor.
As the doors slid open I grabbed her hand and led Ms. Hotel into the hallway, and then she was up against the wall again, skirt hiked up, tights ripped, pussy dripping, aching for my cock.
I frantically undid my pants and released my throbbing manhood.
"Put it in me," she pleaded, looking back at me as I began to aim my rod at her entrance. I stood behind her, admiring her pale cheeks and tight puckered hole between them. I inhaled her scent as it wafted up from her privates.
I ran my hand along the length of her sex, sliding the side of my index finger from her clit, past her entrance where I felt myself get coated in cum, and up to her tight little back door and all of its wrinkled sweaty glory.
I brought my hand up and smelled her. God, she smelled good. I let her know.
"You smell so good. You smell filthy,"
"Yeah?" she moaned, "I've been standing at that desk all day. I'm so fucking horny. So fucking hot. Please put it in me. Fuck me. I need it."
Ms. Hotel was moaning, gyrating her ass at me, I had to have her. It was all so hurried and frantic. What if someone were to come by? That made it all the hotter. One last look at her ass, and a pleading moan, and I impaled Ms. Hotel on my cock.
She was not as tight as Bianca, probably because she was not as petite, but her sopping cunt gladly accepted my member, and on the first thrust I was buried to the hilt in stranger pussy.
There was no settling into a rhythm here, from the start I fucked her hard and fast, pumping my cock in and out of her cunt, until my pelvis slapped her ass. Ms. Hotel moaned with a sense of fulfillment that made apparent how much she needed this.
"Fuck your ass is so hot," I complimented her, as I watched shockwaves ripple through her perfect cheeks with each forceful thrust.
"Slap it," she begged.
Slap it I did. The sound of my spanking reverberated through the hall, followed by Ms. Hotel's moans. She forced herself further onto me.
I continued to admire her ass while I pounded her and loved the way her little hole peaked out with each thrust. I placed my hand on the small of her back and rested my thumb on her back door, in that position where it feels like your hand belongs.
"Yes!" Ms. Hotel screamed at the new stimulation.
I responded my fucking her harder, and within a few thrusts, this pushed Ms. Hotel over the edge and she shook violently against my cock.
