The Hilton
By Patience Bryce
Copyright 1993


Arriving home from work, I am tired from a long week.  There is a
message from you on my answering machine, instructing me to
immediately go to the Hilton Hotel, give my name at the desk and
they will hand me a room key.  I am to go to the room and follow
the instructions that you left there for me, and not to pack
anything, I'll understand when I get
there.


I arrive at the hotel to find that you have booked a room on the
top floor, overlooking the river, shimmering in the late say sun.
 On the dresser is a note from you, instructing me to get
undressed, to take a bath, using only what you have left for me.
I'm also instructed to take my time, to enjoy my bath, relax and
unwind. I can turn on the stereo, but to leave it as it has been
set.  You have taken care to select the station and even the
volume.  The music is low, and soothing.


I go into the bathroom and find that everything has been
prepared.
There is a tray with everything I need for my bath-bath oil,
shampoo, washcloth, and hairbrush.  There is also a bottle of
wine chilling next to the tub, with only one glass, and you have
left me the sexiest red negligee for me to wear.  I get
undressed, looking at myself in the full-length mirror, cupping
my breasts in my hands, fingertips brushing over my nipples,
letting one hand trail down over my belly, brushing against the
hair covering my pubic mound, while wondering what you had
planned for us.  I pour a glass of wine, sipping it as I enter
the tub.  The alcohol warming me inside as the bath warms my
outer body.  I luxuriate in the hot water, enjoying the heat and
then the sensation of the cooler air as I expose myself to it. 
My nipples become hard and erect when I raise them out of the
water.  I roll over, raising my ass up, tingling from the change
in temperature.  Out of the bath, I find the thickest towel to
dry myself.  I take my time, enjoying the feelings.  Finally, I
put on the red negligee, and discover it doesn't even cover me to
the bottom of my ass cheeks!  And when I walk I can feel the
soft, silky material brushing against me.


There is a knock at the door, and I hear a woman's voice calling
to me.  Luckily you have left a matching red robe hanging on the
back of the bathroom door.  But it has no belt no buttons and no
snaps; I wrap it around me as I answer the door.  The woman
announces that she is here to give me a manicure.  She hands me a
note, from you, telling me to let her do my nails, and that you
have already picked out the color of polish. The color of the
polish is as red as the negligee and robe.  As my nails are being
done I am very aware of how lightly her hands touch mine.  I
glance at her and find her staring at the opening of my robe,
which I can't keep closed.  I can feel a slight tremble in her
hands.  Finally she is done and as she gathers up her belongings
she tells me how nice I look, how lucky someone is.


I pour another glass of wine, wondering what is next. The wait
wasn't long, as the phone rings.  It is you, your voice, low and
sexy.  You tell me not to speak, unless it is to answer a
question.  Following your instructions, I find a tube of bright
red lipstick in the night-stand, you tell me to look in the
mirror and stroke it on my lips, as you tell me how you would
love to put your hard cock between those red lips, how it will
look to see my painted mouth sliding up and down your cock.  Just
imagining it and listening to your voice is arousing me.  You ask
me if I have touched myself.  When I reply, yes, you tell me that
I must not do that any more, that I must save everything for you.
 You tell me to remove my robe, finish my wine, and to enjoy
reading the book you have left for me in the nightstand.  I ask
you when you will be there; all I get is a click of the receiver.



I pick up the book to read, a book of erotic poetry for women. 
It is both lustful and romantic. Everything is taking its toll on
me.  I'm hot, wet, can't think of anything but your hard body on
mine.  I put the book down, turning off the lights, except for
one muted light to use as a night-light.  I lay there, wanting
you.  Desire is burning, searing my pussy.  I toss and turn,
finally with the help of the wine; I doze off, holding a pillow
in front of me, pressing against it as a substitute for warm
human flesh.  The covers are pushed back, to hot for that, my
back and exposed ass facing the door to the room.  I dreamt of
you touching me, softly, slowly.


Finally I am aware that I am not dreaming.  Your fingertips are
gently tracing up my legs, followed by your tongue, sending
electrical impulses through my body.  I'm so relaxed I can't do
anything but enjoy.  You gently remove the pillow in front of me,
laying me on my stomach.  You kiss the back of my knees, tongue
stroking my inner thighs, making my legs part further for you. 
You stroke and rub my ass, kissing it, caressing it.  Your tongue
probes the crack of my ass.  I can't help but start to squirm
beneath you.  I feel you all over me with your mouth, your hands,
and your hard cock!  You lay on me, kissing the back of my neck.
I feel your hot, throbbing cock against my ass.  You begin to
whisper to me, telling me how much you wanted me, how you
couldn't wait to take my body for yours, how you wanted to put
your cock into my soft warm body.  You could imagine how it would
feel when the head of your cock slipped into me, into the
hotness, all but melting it.  You move beside me, gently helping
me onto your back.  Leaning over me, kissing me deep, hotly, my
lips sliding over yours.  You prop my head up a little higher,
kneeling over me.  You push the head of your cock against my
painted lips.  My mouth slowly parts and you watch as your cock
disappears into the red circle.   You sigh you slide in and out,
so deeply, I can feel your balls against my chin.  I run my
fingernails lightly over your ass.  You pull your cock from my
mouth.  You continue to talk softly to me, telling me to get on
my hands and knees.  You kneel behind me murmuring how good it
all looks, what a hot fuck I am. Your voice and actions take on
more urgency. Rubbing your hands on my body, I push my ass back
towards you, wanting to feel you in me.  You laugh, telling me
I'm acting like a cock-starved slut!  I don't care, I want you,
and I need you to fuck me now!

	
Cock in hand; you rub it all along my pussy, my hot juices
coating it.  I keep moving, trying to manipulate your cock into
my burning hole.  You tell me that I need more than just my pussy
fucked!  You reach under me and get your fingers wet, and glide
them deep into my pussy, pumping them in and out.  I'm begging
you to please, please put your cock in me; I want to be fucked so
badly.  Slowly you withdraw your fingers, sliding back further,
placing a tip of a finger against my tightest hole, moving it
around, lubricating it with my creamy juices.  You press harder,
letting your finger slide into my tight ass, moving it, loosening
me up, and preparing me.  I hadn't let you do this yet, but I'm
so hot I don't protest, I just want to feel you in me, I don't
care where.


You withdraw your finger and place the tip of your cock against
my asshole.  With one hand holding me still, you push into me,
the head of your cock entering me the tightness.   Pushing it
past the tight inner ring of muscle, as you fully penetrate me a
wave of heat courses through my body, as you groan.  The hot
walls of my ass squeezing so tightly around your cock nearly
sends you over the edge.  You grip my ass cheeks so hard I gasp.
Instructing me to be still, you try to maintain your composure,
not willing to let this moment pass so quickly.  Reaching under
me you stroke my clit, and I can't help but move my ass in
response!  You tell me to lie flat, carefully, so we don't lose
penetration.


Lying upon my back you start rocking back and forth, sliding your
cock around in my ass.  Your breathing is more labored; your
throbbing cock in my ass feels incredibly good as your finger
works it's way up into my pussy.  I don't know which sensation to
respond to, you're sending me over the edge, as I squirm down on
your finger and rise back to meet your thrust.  I want to cum so
much, you're so good to me.  I'm close to tears over the
intensity of pleasure.  Your moans and groans becoming more
audible as you near your climax, you rock me harder and harder.
You kiss the back of my neck, my shoulders.  As you get closer to
your climax the kisses turn to nibbling, biting. Your free hand
grabbing, tugging at my hair, we are out of control, lost in the
sensations of our bodies.  I can feel the spasms of your cock as
it starts its orgasm. Shoving your cock deep into my ass as you
gasp, groaning louder and louder, it sends me over, bringing on
my orgasm.  As we rock and buck and shudder together, I feel an
explosion of cum deep in my ass.  As I cum, I can feel my own
juices covering your fingers, buried in my pussy.  I tighten my
ass around your cock, and feel it pulsate within me.  And in my
minds eye I can picture that last drop of cum being squeezed out
of your cock.  You pull your cock out, but still lay there, both
of us spent, for the moment.


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