My Forbidden Hotel Bar Flirt and the Rough Hotel Room Punishment

I’ve kept this locked in my Private Locker for months. That electric night at the Grand Hotel. Six months into our relationship. Serious, but not living together yet. You sense my need for freedom. We make love tenderly that morning. I shower first. You linger in bed.

At breakfast, you suggest dinner there. Renovated luxury spot. Our only fancy place in town. I love our routine. TV trays, cozy nights alternating apartments. Yours smaller, better located. But tonight, excitement brews. I rush off late. Work drags. Texts fly. I’m delayed. You arrive first.

Opening the Private Locker

My day crawls. Eager for you. Shower quick. Naked before the closet forever. Black lace set hugs my tits, ass perfect. Fishnets under slit skirt. Tight blouse, low cut. Smoky eyes, plump red lips. Your gift perfume. Heels click. Arrive just in time. Phone buzzes: you’re late. Head to bar.

Businessmen in suits, whiskey. I perch on stool, skirt hikes up. They stare. Blush hits. Barman asks. Sweet white wine. Phone down. Nervous fidget. Mirror shows him: end of bar, eyes locked. Brown eyes gleam lusty. He smiles, grabs glass, approaches. Sits beside me.

“Evening. Seat free?” Barely whisper yes. Dressed provocative for you. His gaze burns. Gulp wine. Check phone: 8:40. No call while driving, your rule. Face him. Bland face, charming. Tongue wets lip. “Place looks great renovated.” Small talk. “Magical. Classy… like you.” Dive into glass. “Very… sexy.”

Blush deepens. Empty glass. He refills. Eyes entrance. “Waiting someone?” “Boyfriend. Soon.” “I’ll wait.” Arm brush shocks straight to pussy. Squirm. Heart races. “You staying?” “Suite. Business. Leave tomorrow. Visit?” “Maybe if he doesn’t show.” He leans, sniffs perfume. Whispers: “Now?”

Heat floods. Phone: 9 PM. You enter. See me from back. Love the skirt. Spot him. Hand on thigh. Fantasies whirl: push him off, I hero. But you watch. Frozen. Server offers table. Sit nearby. Profile view. His hand strokes thigh. Calm intensity. Not mad. Aroused?

His fingers dance fabric. Excite. Fix eyes. Mouthing offer again. Send text: “Where?” Reply: “Bar 10 mins. Enjoying show.” Shock. Smile. Send him for biscuits. Distant end. Turn. Spot you. Chin on hand, finger on lip, devouring. Text: “Show good? Kick him join? Just company.”

He returns. Chair closer. “Biscuits. But I’d eat you.” Embarrassed nibble. Your seat empty. Panic. Heart drops. His hand thigh again. “Friend ghosted. Doesn’t deserve you.” Anger flares. Grab phone. Your text: “Room 548. Want you.” Heat surges. Pussy throbs. Lick lips. Bite lower.

He begs suite. Finish wine. “Date upstairs. Thanks.” Grab bag. Elevator. He calls. Phone forgotten. Hand brush, lip kiss. “Lucky guy. 546 if change mind.” Doors close. Mirror: flushed cheeks. Fix hair, skirt, stockings. Fifth floor. Heels muffled. Gold walls, mirrors. Knock 548.

Sealing the Secret Away

You open. Lean frame, scan head to toe. Smile. Elevator dings. Wrist grab, pull in. Door slam. Pin against. Breath neck. Cock hard on thigh. Effect! Hands face. Deep kiss. Tongues battle. Desire pours. Pull back. Champagne. Panting. Soft lip kiss. “You know…” Finger shushes. “Quiet. Drink.”

“Been bad. Punish?” Turn. Hands flat door. Arch ass. Coquettish glance. Eyes blaze. Cravat blindfold tight. Whisper: “Very bad.” Smack ass. Skirt up. Lace soaked. Another smack. Groan. Chin grab, kiss fierce. “Never needed fuck more.” Hand lace. Wet. Cock out. Shorty aside. Thrust deep.

Rale escapes. Brutal, slow pumps. Door shakes. Imagine him? Pull out. Lift bed. Blind, disoriented. Savor echoes. Guilt fades. Excited. You circle. Skirt off. “Mmm.” Kneel. Blouse gone. Fingers lips, tits. “Strip. Give cock. Suck.” Clothes rustle. Hand guides. Kiss hair, intense. Back, ass. Neck bites. Nipple tease.

Grip cock. Salty mine. Lick glans. Lips seal. Slow suck, hand stroke. Harder. Hair grip. Deep throat. Balls tongue. Hips buck. Faster, deeper. Moans vibrate. Pull. “Love sucking. Taste good. Fuck tender, wild. Make scream love.”

Admire. Won’t last. Behind. Expected thrust. Smack hard. “Not you command. Forgive.” Kiss. Cock mouth. Suck whirlwind. Back caress. Balls fondle. Explode. Groans mix. Tongue milks. Recover. “Don’t move.” Smack. Lick clit. Cry.

Tits knead. “Bra off.” Gone. Mouth sucks clit. Hips buck. “Still!” Firm smile. Thighs massage. Thumb clit. Lips nibble, lick. Moans rise. Twist. Hands tits, hair. Grip. “Like? Stop wiggle or mad.” Freeze. Want cock. Breathe deep.

“Good girl. Taste divine.” Palm pussy. Rub up. Fingers clit fast. One digit in. Cry. Two. Thumb clit. Fingerfuck hard. “Yes! Cumming!” Tongue lips to clit. Whirl. G-spot press. World sensations. Heat builds. Explodes. Scream. Clench fingers. Body shakes, relaxes.

Fingers out. Navel kiss. Tits. Fingers mouth. “Taste.” Lick salty. Kiss tender. “Not obedient. More…”