I work part time at a very posh hotel and there is always so many handsome gentlemen to flirt with. Usually I follow the rules and just flirt but this one man I could not resist. We had two hot as fuck nights together and then he told me Friday would be our last night so I should plan something extra special.
I let myself in his room wearing black stockings, lace black panties and a tiny little nothing of a dress with 8 inch stilettos. His told me if we didn’t leave right away we would end up with my dress on the floor and fucking the night away. Not that it would be a bad thing, but I did plan something special.
We kissed all the way down to the lobby and we walked hand in hand to the club I picked for us. It was a small dark blues club that was pretty empty for a Friday night. We took a table in the corner and sipped on some white wine. A slow sultry song began to play so we got up to dance. I think a better way to describe what we were doing was all but fucking on the dance floor. I think the bartender was enjoying the show but after the song was over he handed me a key and said we could take our little party to the empty VIP room.
The room was perfect with a few velvet chairs and a very big couch. Apparently my lover was holding back the last few days. He quickly pulled off my dress and pushed me to my knees. His cock was rock hard and the head was throbbing, swollen and dripping pre-cum. He slapped it against my lips as the hot liquid dripped down my chin. I opened my mouth to give him a blow job but he began to roughly fuck my face. He demanded I fuck my dripping cunt with my fingers as he pounded my face. I wanted his hot, wet sticky load in my mouth but he pulled out and shot all over my face. He told me to put my dress on and I would not be allowed to clean the cum off my face. We left the bar with jizz in my hair and drying on my face for the start of a very dirty night. I can’t wait till he is back in town!
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