I check the room list as soon as I arrive for my shift. Marla's not in, which means I'll get to see her, even if briefly, when she comes back. Maybe she'll give me more spank bank material. I'm also curious to see what her husband looks like. I try not to dwell on what happened yesterday, but man... that was the best sex of my life and I didn't even have it. I'm going crazy trying to imagine what the inside of her ass feels like, I bet it's tight like a vice and smooth as butter at the same time. I'm envious of her husband, a man with such unfettered access to this sweetest of passages that he has to be pretty much coerced to stick his cock in it.
Muttering under my breath about asses and butter, I don't even notice the people waiting at the desk for their keys. They must think I'm some kind of weirdo. I do my job, and a year goes by between eight and midnight, when Marla finally returns. Alone.
She gives me a curt nod and perfunctory thank you as I give her the key. Seems like she's not in the mood to talk about whatever happened. Well, that's fine. I can still jerk off to the memories of last night for a good week or two.
It's only midnight but she's the last guest to return, so I lock up the front doors and mentally prepare myself for the wank of a lifetime. I don't even have time to fish my cock out before the phone rings. It's her!
"I need ice."
I feel myself going to full mast instantly. "I'll be right up."
I don't bother knocking and just shove the door open. She's sitting on the bed, legs spread, wearing nothing but lipstick.
"Put that down and take off your pants. Let me see that cock."
I don't waste any time, practically tearing my clothes off me. She motions for me to approach.
"Not so close. Remember, you can't touch me."
"Right. Because you're married."
"That's right."
"So, where's your husband?"
She frowns at this. Why am I such a fuck-up?
"Not that it's any of your business, but he got held up at work. So it's just me and the boys tonight."
Before I can ask who the boys are, she show me a very realistic silicone cock, complete with balls and bulging veins, and a butt plug that looks just a tad too big to be entirely comfortable.
"So... what do you need me for, if I can't touch you?"
"I like being watched. I like it when a guy goes crazy while watching me, when he tells me all the dirty, humiliating things he wants to do to me, I like it when he makes himself come by watching me."
"Oh, so I get to come tonight?"
She smiles.
"Sure, just don't get any on me."
Her hand moves to her crotch, and she starts to slowly caress herself. I do the same, entranced by the movements of her hand. She brings the dildo to her mouth and starts to lick it up and down, staring into my eyes as she does it.
"You like that? Wish it was
your
cock?"
"Oh yeah."
"Talk to me. Tell me what to do with that big cock. What would you do?"
"I'd grab your hair, at the back of your head, and shove your mouth on my cock."
She pushes on the dildo's base, swallowing a couple of inches.