It was morning.
And she was being fucked again.
Honor squealed one last time, arching back on her hands and knees and impaling herself fully on Marq Haydn's member as she felt him explode inside her. Her lips turned up in a wide smile as she felt him release another load of cum into her body, enjoying the heavy pulsing of his cock as he emptied himself inside her. Her pussy flexed around him as she spasmed, convulsing and milking him for more as he held her waist, animal-like grunts coming out of his mouth to match her own loud whimpering.
He was on his feet in a perfectly tailored suit, black with barely noticeable navy blue pin-stripes, a light gray shirt and silver and blue tie. The pants and his boxers were around his ankles however, puddled over a pair of expensive black leather shoes.
She, on the other hand, was completely nude.
She fell forward on her stomach, arms going weak as he withdrew his softening cock from her pussy, moaning at the sensation that accompanied his exit. She lay quietly as she caught her breath, actually enjoying the warmth and thickness of his semen in her pussy as her body shook in the aftermath, regaining her senses. She turned around after a minute, when her breathing had somewhat calmed, sitting up with one hand planted on the bed for balance as she watched him finish pulling his trousers up.
"You look nice," she commented at last.
He smiled, fixing his tie with a smooth economy of motion. "Thanks." His gray eyes surveyed her, her full heavy breasts and wide hips, the dark brown of her nipples - still swollen and hard from recent sex. Her caramel skin was only marred by the darkening of the spots where he had bitten her on her breasts and belly as he took her over the night. Her thick black hair was thoroughly disheveled, and her lush full lips were even more pouty from being kissed so often in the last twenty four hours. "You look very nice yourself."
She made a mock-disgusted face, playfully pouting her lips and covering her breasts with an arm across her chest. "Sexist pig."
Marq finished fixing his tie and then he leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against hers, grinning. "Very very very nice."
"Sexist sexist sexist pig." She licked at his lips, putting her hand behind his head and mewling as his hand stroked down her side to rest on her hip in a shiver-inducing caress, making her pussy clench in on itself in renewed simmering hunger.
As she kissed him, she was forced to come to the conclusion that whoever had thought of leaving bowls of 'Fresh Morning!' mints on the hotel's bedside tables was an absolute genius. The large disk she had popped into her mouth had crumbled, dry and powdery until the fiery minty liquid locked in the middle joined in and left her mouth feeling profoundly, as the name promised, fresh. So when he had come back, all dressed up in his suit, she'd had the confidence to give him the kiss he'd come for.
Then his hand had gone between her legs, and she'd moaned and let him touch her, arching as she coated his fingers with her liquid. He'd growled then, and in the next moment, he'd yanked the sheets completely off her, and she was suddenly on her stomach. Another involuntary change in position brought out another squeal of surprise, and she was suddenly on her hands and knees, open, wet, and vulnerable. She'd cried out again, high and sharp, the shock and pleasure overwhelming as he sheathed himself inside her, his hands tight on her waist as he gasped out his own pleasure.
The ease with which he'd manipulated her body so he could take what he wanted, the knowledge that her pleasure was at best a secondary concern, sent an explosion of heat through her body, and the sudden upsurge of arousal as total as it was disturbing. She'd cried out as he started to slide in and out of her pussy, and then she was moving with him, her breasts bouncing wildly, desperate to feel him release inside her. A minute later he'd stiffened, crying out, his hands tightening painfully on her hips, and she'd joyfully felt him letting go...
"How long will you be gone?" she asked breathlessly when the kiss ended; she was on her knees, her arms around his neck, her naked body pressed against him, slow rivulets of his cum leaking out of her pussy.
"Until around two, I think," he answered, hands spreading around her waist and hip.
The bedside clock said the time was '8:23'. She wondered what it was he did - what his meeting with 'Walter' and 'Deji' was about. But she knew inquiring down that path lay madness - she didn't need to know anything beyond his name and that he basically owned her until the dawn. And the fact that she was leaving and she was very likely never to lay eyes on him again after tomorrow. And nothing, she told herself, not even impossibly fantastic, very possibly unhealthily frequent sex, was going to stop it. So instead she said, "I was thinking of going out myself... seeing the sights?"
"You should," he said, cupping one of her bottom cheeks, squeezing and making her lips part at the caress. "I'll have something arranged."
She shook her head. "No. I think..."
He kissed her objection away. "I said I'll have something arranged."
She frowned, lips curling up in annoyance. "Look, I'm a grown woman; I don't need you to..."
He shut her up again, covering her mouth again with his own, making her moan in equal parts enjoyment and frustration. "I know a company that'll give you a good car, a driver who would be a certified tour guide, who knows how to get you everywhere, and who can speak English," he said after he was done.
"But..." she tried again, weak, skin tingling from the kiss and his roaming hands.
"Someone will be waiting for you in the lobby by the time you get down," he said.
She frowned again as she thought it over, careful not to pout her lips and find herself being kissed to distraction again. It didn't take all that long for her to realize that it was pointless to argue. "Fine. Just don't think..."
He kissed her again, long and hot, caressing her body, his hands' movements methodical and calculated as he touched her everywhere before letting her go, goosepimpled and flushed, and thoroughly confused, staring up at him as heat flooded her abdomen. Annoyingly, he seemed to be taking the entire situation in his stride.
As she watched, he went to the edge of the bed and picked up her phone, somehow relocated from the other side of the bed. He quickly dialed a number, his thumb dancing over the screen, and five seconds later the phone in his trouser pocket began to ring, and he just as quickly cut the call. Just like that, he had her phone number, and given her his.
"The extra key is on the coffee table," he said, putting her phone down on the bedside table.
She nodded, not saying anything, breasts heaving gently on her chest, nipples erect to full attention as his cum continued to leak out of her. Without another word, he leaned forward to kiss her again, hard and hungry, then he picked up his briefcase and left the room.
Her phone suddenly beeped, and she instinctively turned her toward the noise even as she recognized the low battery warning tone. She had the charger in her purse in the living room, she remembered. Then she froze. Right beside her phone on the bedside table was the 'Holiday Sex Guide' she had thrown against the wall an eternity ago - she had thrown it so hard the front cover was half-torn off.
She stared at it for a long moment, at the half-torn picture of the woman with the flower in her hair and her man, lovers on a hammock on an island paradise, and then she quietly got out of bed.
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The Grand Imperial's lobby was larger and even more opulent than that of the Bangkok Excelsior, live and artificial flowers and plants mixed so thoroughly one could not tell which was which. White marble-covered the walls and red marble effaced the gilt-adorned columns. Staff in the hotel's maroon, marble white and gold-sashed livery bustled about busily everywhere on errands for their precious guests, going from place to place all to ensure that their guests are as comfortable as possible.
There were shops everywhere; boutiques and jewelers, small name-brand outlets, a hair salon, two car rental companies, travel agents, Thai souvenir shops, coffee shops and restaurants advertising their breakfast menus. ATMs lined the walls and signs pointing to conference rooms and business centers were artfully decorated into the columns.
Seeing it all for the first time, Honor stared about her in open admiration when she stepped out of the elevator, studying the decor, absorbing the busy atmosphere, an unconscious smile on her face as she surveyed the surroundings. She window-shopped for a few minutes, stopping to look at the shoes and jewelry, spending over half the time in a souvenir shop selling traditional Thai artwork, pictures, paintings and books in a variety of languages. She opened a cookbook of Thai recipes, skimming over to the sweets and pastry section, eyes flashing over the pictures, making notes in her head, seeking something new.
