The flight to Chicago delayed, you enter your suite at the Drake tired but not exhausted.
It's late but earlier than you expected. You find the lights dim and the room filled with the sensuous scent of a candle burning. On an end table near a window is a bottle of single malt waiting to be poured into the glass already filled with ice.
The sounds of CNN recapping the days' news plays on the flat panel LCD mounted on the wall opposite the bed. Dinner sits next to the scotch...a perfectly cooked filet mignon wrapped in bacon, dressed with asparagus and béarnaise. Not your favorite Freddie salad and Collingsworth but it will do for now.
Smiling to yourself, you think how well I take care of your baser needs; good food, good scotch and great sex. Dropping your bag at the door, you step into the bathroom to freshen up, not even noticing me yet. But you know I am there...waiting for you.
After a few moments you come out and step further into the suite to see me relaxing on a massive four poster bed.
Propped against the headboard in a sheer black baby doll trimmed in pink satin complete with matching garters, thigh highs and of course black patent leather 5 inch fuck me heels; you find me watching you. My 'Mona Lisa' smile adding to my air of naughtiness personified.
My hair is swept up and rhinestones catch the light at my ears. For all appearances, I look like a high-class, well paid...whore.
Our eyes meet and an instant spark of fiery electricity fills the room. It's been a long time but feels like we are just picking up from where we left off.
You walk towards the scotch and pour two fingers; almost ignoring me. I can smell you; the sinful mix of Grey Flannel and a scent that is uniquely yours and yours alone. The combination is intoxicating and one I cannot resist. It caresses my senses.
From the way you are standing, I've got the sweetest view of that ass I can't wait to get between my legs. Finally, you turn towards me and in doing so the silkiest expanse of skin is exposed where your collar is unbuttoned.
The navy trousers and button down blue green striped shirt do you such justice. In a word, you look hot and the color combination just magnifies the intensity of those blue eyes.
Just as you are about to speak, I silence you with my finger over my lips. Then crook my finger beckoning you to come to me.
I can smell you long before I touch you, the scent making me wetter. As you move to stand at the edge of the bed, I slide my legs to the edge so I am still sitting but straddling you between them.
I look up as I slowly unzip you; never losing eye contact. Reaching inside your open fly I feel creamy skin. At last, I've got that long hard hot cock in my hand. You look down to watch my lips part; the tip of my tongue, flicking out, to lick that sweet soft slit in the head of your cock.
You bury your hands in my hair and sink your cock into my mouth. The groan of pleasure it rips from your lips makes me crave you more. You fuck my mouth getting closer and closer until you feel your head at the back of my throat.
Locking your gaze, I slowly, deliberately, pull you down my throat. I want you to feel it; the tight entrance opening for you. The look of lust in my eyes is just too much and I watch you grit your teeth as you cum right there, down my throat.
I slowly pull you out and finish with playful licks and kisses to your dick.
"He missed me." I smile.
Looking at you, I carefully put my favorite toy away.
"Your dinner's getting cold. Go eat." I push back up on the bed to lean against the headboard crossing my legs at the ankles.
"I'm not going anywhere just yet, baby."
Reaching over, I take my glass of wine and settle back to let you eat dinner and watch Larry King Live.
Dinner is relaxed as we chat about work and home. The wine is definitely going to my head and I am getting more and more turned on. I see you are done as you pour another glass of scotch. I reach over to the nightstand taking the remote and change the channel to an adult movie already playing.
We come in on a scene depicting a hot little blonde between two cocks; one filling her mouth and the other her cunt. I feel myself slipping into that place of being willing to do anything you want.
I am mesmerized as I watch the scene before me. I barely hear your voice ask if I am wet. All I can do is nod.
"Show me." is your only response.
I glance over to see you slouched back in the executive overstuff leather chair, scotch in hand; your swollen cock clearly visible beneath your trousers.
I move down near the edge of the bed and lie back so you have a good view; the wet spot between my legs unmistakable. Lifting one high heeled foot, I prop my ankle on the arm of your chair. Spreading my other leg wide, you watch my hands slowly caress my tits. Pulling and pinching my nipples.
I can only imagine the view you must have of me spread open for you, masturbating while you watch. Not touching me has become impossible as your hand curves around my ankle; gripping me so I feel your growing tension and impatience.
Sliding my hands down my body I eventually pull my black sheer panties to the side revealing my shaved pussy. You eyes are glued to me, drinking in my French manicured nails slowly spreading my lips apart. So pink, so wet, the smell of my sex filling the room.
I groan at feeling how wet I am. You watch two fingers slip inside me then up to my swollen clit. You watch my fingers fuck in and out of me but not long before watching is not enough.
Trying not to lose my nerve, I turn to watch the video. But suddenly, my attention is riveted by the feel of cold glass on my inner thigh. I look down and see you holding the bottle of scotch against my skin. Sitting up to lean back on my hands, I look down just in time to see you slowly nudge the bottle inside me.
I watch as you fuck my smoothly shaved cunt with a $300 bottle of scotch. Leaning on one hand, I start masturbating again.
"Cum for me." Your whispered voice edging me closer.
"Please." I whisper.
You know I want it, want you, inside me.
"Not until you cum for me."
The thought of how erotic this must look is too much and I finally slip over the edge and cum for you. Shaking, groaning...exploding; the bottle slowly fucking me. As I come down from my high, you slowly slide the bottle out of me. The neck glistening, I watch you take a sip licking the rim of the bottle.
Still holding the bottle you kiss me hard. Your mouth tastes so good. The mix of scotch on your lips with my juice is intoxicating. I try to pull you down between my legs.
My muffled, "Fuck me." escapes our mouths.
Your laugh is laced with teasing me. You push me to lie back and I gasp as I feel cool liquid spill between my tits. I look up to watch you pouring scotch on my body.
"Don't move." You set the bottle aside and quickly undress.
