“I’m so fucking horny.” I just got out of the shower, hotel robe on, hair freshly washed staring at myself through the misty mirror. I touch my dewy skin shoulders imagining a man holding me. I close my eyes and throw my head back, and squeeze my pussy. I like my lips and in inhale, imagining someone’s hard dick pushing in and out of me. I slowly move my hands between my legs under the robe until I hear a knock on the door. Annoyed, I adjust my robe, tighten the belt and push back my wet platinum blonde hair.
“In a minute!” I yell out, considering if I should throw some pants on, I’m completely naked under this.
“Room Service Ma’am.” Shouts a voice from outside. I question the statement, then suddenly realized it was complimentary with my stay. Life was good, I modeled clothes and get to travel to fancy places, taking pictures looking absolutely unbothered. This lavish life had sacrifice, a diet regime, personal trainer, and lots of upkeep, Botox, lips, hair care, you name it. It was a life that you had to give to get. I was lonely a lot, lots of guys thought they could live with my life, and it was always the same, they couldn’t handle my time being away. So I enjoyed my single, prime life with any man of my choice, all over the country. Sure, it was still lonely but I learned to enjoy life of the pleasure.
I opened the door, and gasped. I didn’t mean to gasp, but the sexiest man I have ever seen holding a plate of food with a cover on it.
“Hello.” Sex God says in a low husky voice. I scan his entire frame. Medium height, with insanely amount of muscle bulging out of his button up white shirt. It made you wonder why men bulked up like that, and worked for odd jobs…like room service. What a waste of skin. He’s rolled his sleeves up to his elbow, showing swirls, letters, and roses of ink on both forearms. Dark grey eyes, and long curly brown hair that he tied back, some loose strands falling in front of his face. I imagine my hand roaming through those curls, but snapped out of my sex dream when he cleared his throat.
“It’s a part time job.” He says, when I realize he was reading my mind. “I work for Paul Mitchell, Fashion show,” he moves his hand around his hair, “So I like to workout, model, and work at my Uncle’s hotel for some extra cash.” He gives me a perfect smile with straight, colgate teeth.
I laugh, covering my mouth out of shyness and it startled me. I’m never fucking shy, who is this man. I must have blushed cause he flashed me a smile again.
“So your Uncle owns this hotel?” I ask, where is this going? “It’s nice, I’ve stayed in many hotels, this is going in the books as my top favorite for sure.”
“Yea, has been for many years. I just help every now and then.” He lingered, oddly.
I realized I was dripping between my thighs so I shifted my legs and stance so I can steal a public squeeze. He must have known what I was doing cause his eyes directed right at my pussy. Mouth halfway open, he inhales loudly, and slowly work his eyes back up to meet mine. His eyes are dark grey now, what was he a fucking vampire?
“Do you want to come in?” I swallow slowly, unsure about what I was doing. He looks left and right of the hallway as if someone was spying on us and looked directly back into my eyes. Suddenly the mood shifted to match mine previously when I was out of the shower.
“I want to…” he slowly says, and as he walks forward into the hotel room, I match him walking backwards, giving the same amount space we had between us.
He places the plate down on the dresser and slowly removes his black apron around his waist. I’m breathing really heavy aren’t I? Oh Laci don’t make a fool of yourself, are you breathing hard? He leans back onto the dresser, both hands holding him up and looks at me.
“What other services can I help you with Laci?” I’m in shock he knows my name, and again he reads my mind. “I work here, we know names of people’s rooms..unless you’re using a fake name?” His right eyebrow lifts up in question at me.
“No, it’s Laci.” I adjust my stance again, cause I need to wipe myself between the legs. “Though you’re not wearing a name tag.” I point at his broad chest.
“Ikaika,” he says smiling, “but my friends call me Kie.”
“EeKeikah,” I pronounce slowly, hoping I said it right. “Hawaiian.”
“Impressive Laci,” he says folding his thick arm across his chest. There’s a silence in the room now, awkwardness. He breaks the quietness, “How hungry are you?”
“I’m not hungry for food.” I say, bold and ready. I knew the moment Kie walked through that door I was going to ride him till I saw Jesus himself in the universe. He smiles lazily, the confidence in him turning me wild, and he holds his hands open. Does he want a fucking hug? I walk slowly to him, and wrap my arms around his neck. We may be strangers, but our bodies knew each other. He pushes his hardness in between my legs and I lean so close to his face, but I don’t kiss him.
“Tell me what you want,” Kie whispers, so close to my lips. I inhale and close my eyes. “Open your eyes, Laci, your pleasure should always been seen,” he holds my hips and pushes harder between my legs and I gasp, “as much as it’s felt.” He crushes his lips onto mine, his tongue teasing in and out. I groan between our kiss.
“Fuck me Kie.” I hoarse out.
“Ae,” Kie says and slowly pushes me just far enough to grab the tie of my robe. Staring into my eyes, he unties, and pushes the the plush robe off my shoulders. It pools around my ankles, and I stand there with all my glory. He grazes his eyes on every curve, mound, crevice I own, and I let him. Just a few more moments longer, I step forward and deeply kiss him again. Hands on his chest, I remember his hair, and work my hands up his neck and through his silky locks. He nibbles my lip, and I grind my hips into his. I need him inside of me, or I’m going to explode. He breaks our kiss and takes my hand, kisses the inside of it. My heart tugs a bit of how romantic the gesture was. Still holding my hand he moves it to his crotch, his hand over mind, he stares into my eyes, and squeezes his member. I gasp how large he is, and panic a bit.
“I won’t hurt you,” he says reading my mind. I smile and rub his length up and down, giving a couple of squeezes. He has already released my hand and groans. I take his hand back and turn towards the bed, walking, I glance back just once smiling and inviting.
I crawl onto bed, poking my ass out, giving him the best pose and view I possibly can. SMACK, I knew he couldn’t help himself, and I can’t help but love a good ass spanking. I giggle and whine from the sting, but I want another hit so bad. Kneading my ass with his hands, I hear an unzip from his pants. The fact that he’s fully clothed turned me on so much I arch my back waiting for his dick. Thick fingers rub my vagina, up and down and in circles. I moan out, drunk on ecstasy, high off of Kie’s body.
“I’ll try to go slow at first,” Kie says, as I feel the tip of his dick at my entrance, “but I don’t know if I can, your body is amazing.” He pushes entirely into me, and I moan out, he’s so big, I don’t know if it’s pain or pleasure. My body reacts for me, it’s pleasure and I push back into him for more. Kei responds by smacking my ass and starts pumping into me quickly. I noticed he’s completely standing and our position with me on the bed matches perfectly. I really do love this hotel. Kie thrusts so hard, I can’t hold myself up. I love it rough. I moan and sigh in response, letting him know I’m enjoying myself. Kie pulls out, and slaps my ass. “Turn over my beauty, I need to see your delicious body.” I do as he says, heavily breathing, but trying not to let him see it, worrying he may not give me all he’s got. I hate it when men try to be gentle, I want it hard and rough. Kei unbuttoned his shirt quickly removing it, revealing more tattoos covered all over his chiseled body. He pulls off his pants in one quick motion. After what seem like forever – rubs his rough hands from my stomach, down the sides and back up to my breast. He playfully squeezes, and holds one tit squeeze for his mouth. Most men who suck my tit are greedy, licking and giving all kinds of hickeys. I have breast implants, but I paid high money to make sure I had every sensation on my tits. Kie, open mouth sucking, he gently tugs my nipple with his teeth, taking his time sucking slowly and driving my body wild. I whine and squirm underneath him. with his other hand he finds my clit, squeezes, rubs and slowly inserts the tips of his fingers. He’s alternating breast, gently but roughly, sucking, nipping, teasing. I’m losing control and I need his dick back inside of me.
“I love it,” I moan arching my body to him.
“Ae,” he responds back. “I need to be back into your pussy, I miss it.” One swift move Kei thrust inside of me and doesn’t stop. With long, swift strokes, Kei impressively uses one hand to hold himself up and the other hand holding on to me. I hold onto to his shoulder for leverage and wrap my legs around his waist. Kei is pumping faster and faster and I can’t keep up.
I reach for him and deeply kiss, the action made him seem to slow down. I took this moment to turn him back over the bed. Well, I tried to. He was so massive, he didn’t budge. He laughs and I push him. He grabs me by the shoulders and flips me over, with him still inside of me, so I can straddle him. Staring up at me, he crosses his arms behind his head. Guess it was my time to shine. I sit myself up on him, flat on my feet. He’s so deep inside, I moan out from pleasure. I balance myself on my own knees and bounce up and down on his dick.
“Oh baby, that pussy is tight.” Kei groans out. I smirk, knowing I can bounce on a dick a lot longer than most can. Kei reaches out to me, holding on to my hips thrusting into me the same time I bounce down. The smack of our bodies together was our only rhythm to keep up with. I squat back down to my knees, and let Kei control my hips back and forth.
I’ve reached the edge, the orgasm I’ve been wanting all day starts in my lower belly. Kei must have felt it, he sits up and holds me, pumping into me sitting up. I throw my head back and scream out in pleasure, Kei kissing my neck, tits, with hands roaming all over me. I go limp, spent from the orgasm I was given. Kei deep kisses me, and flips me back over on my back. He gives me a few thrusts, and his body tenses up. I squeeze my pussy as hard as I can, and Kei lowers his body onto mine. I hold on to him as he curses into the pillow, releasing all his cum inside of me, still pumping.
Slowly, Kei pulls himself out and deeply kisses me again. He gets up and heads to the bathroom and returns with two warm, wet wash cloths. I get up and reach out for the cloth, but Kei refuses to give it to me, and proceeds to clean me up himself. I have never had a man clean me up before, this was so intimate I didn’t know how to react. Kei cleans himself up and places the rag in the corner of the floor. Missing his body, I hold myself sitting up in the bed watching. I never know what to say after this. With a high five, way to fuck? He puts on the rest of his clothes and I deeply sigh. I want him again.
“So I got to finish my shift, but I’ll come back after that beauty.” Kei winks at me, and I blush. Kei wraps the black apron around him and leans into the bed to give me a kiss. His hand holding the side of my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. He heads towards the door and points down at the plate of food he brought in. “Eat my beauty, you’re going to need the energy later.”