This is the edited version, the other one is incomplete and went in in error.
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She paused before the door to compose herself, take off her long shiny black raincoat and still her beating heart. She had stopped in the bathroom in the elegant hotel lobby and knew her makeup was perfect, her recently highlighted hair well-coiffed. She checked the room number one more time and knocked on the door.
Mike was relaxing after the first day of the conference, so was surprised to hear the knock. He opened the door, and his mouth dropped open.
"Hi" she said walking past him into the room "I'm Tabby, your escort for the night."
He struggled to come up with a response, a name, he probably shouldn't use his real name "I'm ah, ah Mitch. But I didn't order an escort.
She faced him and her bright red pained lips broke into a smile. "Well, ah, ah Mitch, I'm a gift" she set down the overnight bag "from your wife." He couldn't help but notice the bright blue cat collar around her neck, adorned with a single bell.
"Charmagne sent you?"
"Uh huh" Taby nodded "she said Tabby looked up to the ceiling remembering the exact words "you have been working too hard and she just hasn't been there for you; so, this is supposed to make up for that." Tabby shrugged I guess she feels guilty.
"OK, umm" Mike said still a little flustered by this unexpected guest. He gestured toward the small table in the hotel room by the window. "I was just having a drink; would you like to join me?
"OK...Mitch." Tabby emphasized the name to show she knew it wasn't his.
Mike watched mesmerized by the way her wide hips swayed as she walked, no FLOWED across the room. She placed one five-inch, blue patent leather peep toe with a high platform in front of another. Her matching blue, tight bandage dress came down to barely three inches below her well-rounded ass.
"So, Mitch" She turned to where he still stood frozen in the entryway, cocked her head amused "What are we drinking.?"
"UMMM, all I have is scotch" he stammered still trying to wrap his head around all this.
The ice bucket was on the table with a single glass of amber liquid and ice next to it. She picked up the bottle and read the label. It was expensive. Tabby didn't normally drink scotch, but she was here to do a job and this was a part of it, so she said "Nice." There was a second glass, still wrapped in paper on the bureau a few feet away. Tabby stepped over, picked it up and pulled off the paper. She extended the glass toward Mike expectantly.
Mike had been standing there drinking in her toned legs in the high, high heels, the hourglass figure in the bandage dress, the perfect make up and highlighted hair. He looked at the glass held in the perfectly manicured hand and the amused face above it. With a start he snapped out of it. Mike hurriedly put ice into the glass and poured scotch into it. He handed her the glass wondering if he had put too much in it or too little in it. To cover his nervousness, he picked up his own glass.
Tabby touched his glass with hers and looked him in the eye. "To a memorable night" she toasted. They both sipped and Tabby tried not to grimace at the strong flavor of peat. She lifted up her right hand and touched the side of his face, she leaned in and kissed his mouth gently. Mike closed his eyes as they kissed.
Mike's eyes shot wide open. "Fuck!" he breathed.
Tabby gave a soft, musical laugh. "That is the general idea." She purred.
Mike suddenly put his glass down on the table. He took hers from her hand and it joined his. He stepped forward and pulled Tabby into his arms. The movement made the bell on her neck ring softly. His tongue passed her lips where it found hers questing into his mouth. "MMMmmmm" Tabby moaned with professional passion. She pressed her thigh in between his legs where she was pleased to feel his hard, urgent cock. Mike ground his thigh into her. She was getting wet herself.
While still grinding against her, Mike pulled his face back. "So, what are the parameters?" he asked.
Tabby looked at him curiously. "Parameters?" she asked.
Mike broke the embrace, unsure again. "Limits, you know, I mean there are some things my wife won't do..." He stopped awkwardly; he could feel his heart beating in his chest.
Tabby smiled. "In case you haven't noticed...Mitch...I'm not your wife." She picked up her own glass and sipped. Some of the ice had melted. "Maybe scotch isn't so bad" she thought, then stepped in close to him again. "I don't want to bleed or get bruised up, but other than that, I'm a gift. You can cum in my pussy, or my mouth or my ass..."
He put his hands on the sides of her waist and traced down to her hip. "Cum all over your face..."
"OHhhhh, dirty boy" she cooed "that sounds hot, or you can cum on my tits if you'd like.
By now his hands cupped her ass and pulled her in for a rough, hard kiss.
When he came up for air, Taby lowered her head and gave him a demure sort of look from the tops of her eyes. "You could even be my daddy and spank my ass."
"I don't want to be your daddy, but spanking you sounds like fun." They kissed deeply, passionately.
Her hands roamed across his body, around his chest while she kissed him deeply. She stroked him through his pants, then found his belt. She fumbled with it before finding the right belt hole and releasing it. The button came next, his pants came halfway down and his hard cock stood proudly in the opening of his boxer briefs. "You are a naughty girl" he breathed
She stepped back from him into the center of the room. "Then I guess you'll have to spank me." Tabby reached down to the hem of her short bandage dress and in one swift motion pulled it off over her head.
She cocked her hip and posed for him there. Her expression seemed to say, what do you think of me.
Mike drank in the sight of her. Tabby wore a lacey black bra that lifted her breasts up and did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were. There was a small black corset pulling her waist in and a matching black lace thong. She still wore the high platform heels and the cat bell on her collar rang softly with every sharp movement.
Mike kicked off his pants and approached her. His left hand went to her waist. His right cupped her butt. He slowly slid is left hand down to delicately stroke her slit through her thong. It was wet. Tabby shivered at the contact. They kissed. Mike's right hand squeezed. I want to fuck this fat ass" he said "My wife never lets me do that. But first I'm going to spank it."
Tabby pulled him close and kissed him fiercely. "I told" she said starting to kiss her way down his neck. "you" she breathed in his ear...I am" She bit gently at the skin. "not..." she breathed deeply ". your...wife!" she hissed and pressed her mouth against his driving her tongue past his lips.
Mike broke the kiss and took her hand. He led her to the bed and sat down. He patted his lap. Understanding and with a graceful, flowing motion, Tabby laid across his lap.
Mike slipped her thong off, pleased at how damp it was. He could smell her arousal. Mike stroked one soft cheek, then another. "You have a nice fat ass Tabby." He said.
He couldn't see her smile. "Thank you. That's me" she said "Tabby fat ass." Mike stroked his finger down the cleft between her cheeks and gently caressed the lips below, suddenly he gave her butt a short slap.
Tabby looked back over her shoulder at him. "Is that the best you could do?" she questioned. "I thought you knew how to spank a bitch."
In response Mike brought his hand down on one cheek hard. The sound of it rang through the room with the cat bell providing an accompaniment.
"More like it." Tabby gasped.
Mike brought his hand down in no particular rhythm or pattern again and again. She made a sharp little moan with each slap which only drove him on for three more spanks. He stopped and slid a finger into her now soaking pussy. Tabby ground her hips into his hand. "MMMMmmmmmmmm!" she moaned. He abruptly removed his finger and gave her five more hard slaps. Then his hand when back, finding the button above her wet lips. He admired the redness his hand had left and wondered if he could leave a hand print. His cock pressed into Tabby's stomach. He had never been harder.
Tabby pressed against Mike's hand. Her ass was hot and bothered but not half as much as her pussy. He nipples were so hard she felt like they could etch glass. She was surprised at how close she was to an orgasm.
Mike pulled his hand away and she felt herself spasm, moaning in her need.
Mike Brought his hand down as hard as he could three more times. then pulled her up. He stood her up and came to his feet. Mike kissed her forcefully, mashing his lips into hers. "I want to fuck that fat ass!" he panted desperate in his own need. Tabby quickly stepped over to her overnight bag. From the front pocket she pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. She went back to him pouring some in her hand. As she faced him, he pulled down her bra and caressed her breasts, lightly teasing her nipples, then squeezing them and pulling on her nipples. Tabby closed her eyes for a second and let her head fall back in pure pleasure. She then took his steel hard cock in her hand and stroked it with the lubricant, enjoying the feeling of the slick rod as she ran her hand up its smooth length to the head and back down again.
Then she could stand it no longer. She climbed on the bed on all fours presenting herself to him and waved her ass obscenely. Mike came to the edge of the bed and lined up with her butt. He bent over her and his hand came around her body to find her clit. He began to rub in a soft circular motion as he slowly eased his hard cock into her back hole. He was just able to reach one breast with the other had and he ran his fingers over her nipple.
"Oh my God! Tabby moaned. To his surprise she pushed back hard against him taking his whole cock in.
Mike wanted it this way Tabby thought and she was here to give it to him.
"Fuck me" she urged "fuck my ass, make it yours!" Pushing back against him increased the friction form his hand on her clit and lips. "Fuck me hard! She yelled.
Mike matched her motions thrusting into her while somehow maintaining contact with her pussy with his hand. He grasped and pulled roughly at her breast. She was tight and was squeezing her muscles hard. He knew he wasn't going to last long. He let go of her breast and grabbed a handful of her hair pulling back.
