The Hotel Tryst

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she chanted softly.

Grinning from ear to ear, Matt couldn't help but find it deliciously sexy the way she came so quietly.

"Nikki, I'm about to cum," he warned, unsure if he should pull out or not.

Nikki peeled her eyes open and gazed limpidly down at him, all the while continuing to rock her hips against his and moan with delight. A wave of small shudders passed through her body and she slid her hands from his chest to his biceps, grabbing him and rolling sideways so he was once again on top. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and with a sigh she forced his cock right down into her slick depths.

"Then go ahead and cum in me," she breathed, still in the throes of her own orgasm.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure."

Touched that she trusted him enough to let him cum inside her pussy, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth as he thrust his cock into her body a half dozen more times.

That finished Daniel off. He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as she grabbed the sides of his head again and pulled his mouth away from hers.

"Open your eyes," she panted. "I want you to look at me while you cum."

Just as his eyes flashed open and stared into the emerald pools of hers, his engorged cock finally throbbed and a river of sticky semen spewed out its tip. The satisfied look she was giving him and the way her hips continued to wriggle against his - the residual effects of her own orgasm - caused him to empty a torrent of cum into her body. Her pussy, obviously as thirsty as a man dying of dehydration, drank every last drop that his cock was willing to share with her.

After his balls had finished emptying their contents into her body and he'd had time to analyse what had transpired, he desperately hoped that she was on the pill because the quantity of sperm he'd shot into her was enough to make her pregnant five times over. Surely in her line of work she'd be on the pill. Accidents were bound to occur from time to time and she didn't look the sort that would allow that to happen without taking certain measures and precautions.

"Oh wow," she moaned, squirming underneath him. "That sure is a hell of a lot of cum. You know what? I haven't let a man cum inside my pussy for as long as I can remember, but it wasn't a matter of choice with you, I needed your cum in there and I wasn't going to take no for an answer."

"I love cumming inside a girl, so you have no complaints from me whatsoever."

"Good, 'cause every time we fuck, I want you to cum inside my pussy. God, it was so sexy watching you tense up when your cock exploded inside me."

Nikki moved her hand to his face and began to stroke his cheek lightly and asked, "So what do you think of my body? You never did tell me."

"I think it's pretty self-explanatory, don't you?"

"Maybe, but I want to hear you say it. Please?" she implored.

"Now how can I say no when you're looking at me like that?"

She gave him a warm smile and her hips finally stopped grinding against his. Her breathing slowed back to a normal rate, yet her body was still hot to the touch and her blotchy flesh was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

"I think you're gorgeous. Your body is natural and extremely beautiful, unlike so many other girls nowadays who're pencil thin and regurgitate every meal. You've got curves and you look spectacular because of them, yet it's more than your appearance. It's your attitude that makes you cute and sexy, the way you look at me and react to my touch. It's a package deal; you're just one amazing package."

"That was self-explanatory?" she said with wide eyes.

"I thought so."

"Wow, you sure know how to give a girl compliments. Are you purposefully trying to get me going again, because I swear my pussy just got wetter? No guy has ever talked to me that way."

Daniel offered her a sheepish grin and kissed her. It was something he couldn't help but do every other minute, because she was simply a fantastic kisser. When she kissed him back she gave it everything, it was passionate and hot, and he'd thought that he would never find a girl that enjoyed the art of kissing to the extent he did, although he was extremely glad to be proven wrong.

"What about me? What do you think of my body?"

"I thought that it was self-explanatory," she said coquettishly.

"Touché. But seriously, where do I rate on the 'Nikki Scale', and be honest, okay?"

"I think you're hot, pure and simple. The way you look at me and touch my body turns me on so much, and add to this how hot you look and my pussy is a tingling mess. You actually know how to turn me on, and what's more you actually like to pleasure me. And well, you know how to use your cock, which is more than I can say for most guys. All in all, you're the best fuck I've ever had."

"The best you've ever had?"

"Without question and by a country mile. You made me cum twice, Daniel. Do you know how rare it is to get a guy to make me cum even once? In my line of work it's a miracle. So when you come along firing genuine compliments at me from every direction, looking the way you do and are actually able to make me feel incredible, well, it's no wonder I'm lying here so wide-eyed and surprised."

Afraid that the weight of his body could be causing her discomfort, he made a move to climb off her and his semi-hard cock almost slid out.

"No!" she gasped. "No, Daniel, don't pull out just yet. Please keep your cock inside me."

"Aren't I hurting you?"

"It's nice. Just stay right where you are and don't move a muscle." She wriggled her eyebrows and added, "Especially that muscle."

Daniel gave a small laugh and repositioned himself back on top of her, pressing his still-hard erection all the way back inside and enjoying it every inch of the way.

"That's it," she whispered, giving him a kiss. "Stay right here. Leave it in me for a little while longer."

They remained pressed together for what seemed like hours. She still had her arms and legs wrapped around his body, clutching at him with a steely strength, like a crocodile with its prey. Each passing minute saw him succumb to the notion that she was indeed trying to capture him, using every ounce of her allure to make him fall in love with her.

Both of them maintained a comfortable silence. Often their lips would meet and they would kiss softly, but mostly they just lay there looking at one another, savouring the beauty of the moment.

Daniel gazed into her beautiful green eyes and found a hundred reasons why he should fall for her and a scarce few as to why he should not. This girl was sweet, sexy, gorgeous and smart; all being qualities he was looking for in a female companion. The way she spoke gave him an indication that she wasn't stupid in the least and that she was quite intelligent. He liked girls with brains, and the more a girl could challenge him intellectually as well as sexually, then the more he fancied them.

"I've never had a guy fuck me the way you just did," she said. "Not once did you look at me the way any other man does. The way you look at me, it's as if I'm a normal girl you met on the street or in a bar, and not at me for what I really am; a girl that fucks guys for money.

"You were so sweet and tender. You tried to make me feel as good as I tried to make you feel and you didn't call me names like slut or whore or cunt, which made the sex so much better because you treated me like a person and not just a piece of meat."

"Unless I'm mistaken, you don't look at me as if I'm a sleazy guy paying for sex. Right now, the way you're looking at me is like I've done likewise; met you on the street or in a bar."

With his left hand he stroked the right side of her face and brushed slivers of hair away from her eyes. Again she'd undertaken a self-conscious look, her eyes scanning his with apprehension and a smidgeon of worry. He understood her look and felt himself reciprocating a similar one. He couldn't believe that there something was something growing between them, but what she'd said was true enough - not once while having sex with her did he think of her as a prostitute. Even now, with his cock beginning to shrink inside her and his hand caressing her face tenderly, all he could think about was that she was a desirable young girl that he had the good fortune to be allowed to touch, smell and look at.

"You're so much more than just a body," he said. "I don't know what's happening between us, I mean, there is something happening here, right? It's not just my imagination?"

Her hands made slow, lazy circles around his back, caressing his smooth warm skin which caused him to tingle at her touch. The way she was looking at him made his heart hammer in his chest.

She nodded her head slowly, almost imperceptibly, and he felt his mouth go dry. "I don't understand how you could think of me that way though," she began, "I mean, I'm a hooker, Daniel."

"That doesn't make you who you are. There's so much more to you than what you do for a living. Just because you've had sex with a lot of men doesn't change the fact that you're an amazing person."

"I've had more than just 'a lot' of sex," she said, her mouth curling into a smile. "I'm twenty-two, and I've been doing this sort of work for three years."

"Really, you're twenty-two? You look younger."

"I'm a sucker for compliments and a woman doesn't like any compliment more than one which makes her feel younger."

"I'm sure compliments are in no short supply for you. You're just about the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid eyes on," he whispered, and leaned down to give her a long, wet kiss.

Once they finally rose from the bed, Daniel went into the bathroom and fetched two robes, handing one to Nikki after he'd shrugged into one himself.

"What's with the robe?" she asked.

"I'm going to order room service now, so we better cover up for the waiter."

"Oh, right. You know what? I'm really famished, it must be due to the great sex we just had."

He gave her a toothy grin and went to pick up the phone, although not before she flashed him back an equally high wattage smile.

After he dialled in the food they sat themselves down on the leather couch in the lounge room and began to chat about normal everyday things. The movies they liked, songs they listened to and books they read. He was surprised, although thoroughly glad, that she shared many of his tastes and had well-formed opinions on everything. She was as sharp as broken glass and he couldn't help but wonder what on earth she was doing selling her body when she was obviously so smart.

'Ahem', said the little angel on his shoulder. 'You don't particularly use your wits when it comes to your chosen profession.'

The angel was right and that was when he began to form a rather cunning picture in his mind. Nikki could leave the life of a prostitute behind her and come and work as his partner. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed logical and totally beneficial two-fold. First of all, he wanted her to be with him. Even though they'd only spent a little over an hour together, he didn't want to see waltz out of his life. Secondly, a female may be exactly what he needed to crack the tough eggshell of his latest operation.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a sudden knock at the door and he got up to answer it.

Standing out in the hallway was a waiter wearing an iron-pressed white tuxedo, and in front of him stood a dinner trolley piled with plates of steaming hot food. The golden badge attached to his jacket verified his name as Rupert. Handsome by any means, his most striking feature was his coal-black hair, which was slicked back from his forehead in the fashion of all the old movie stars, providing him with an air of class and sophistication. A perpetual smile seemed painted to his lips and his posture was impeccable, indicating that he took great pride in the manner in which he presented himself and the way he handled his job.

"Good evening, Sir," he said, his voice crisp and articulate. "May I come in?"

"Yes, you may," Daniel replied, opening the door as wide as he could so the trolley could fit.

Rupert rolled the silver cart all the way into the lounge room and started to set the cutlery out on the dining table.

"Good evening, Miss," Rupert said, noting Nikki's presence with a slight bow.

"Hello."

Finished placing the cutlery, Rupert set the delicious looking plates of food out onto the table, placing them centre perfect on the placemats with the care of a well-seasoned waiter. After removing the cork from the bottle of wine, he filled two flutes halfway to the top and set them out as well, replacing the bottle into a silver bucket filled with cubed ice.

"I trust your stay at our hotel has been an enjoyable one?" he asked Daniel, casting a furtive sideways glance at Nikki, who was lounging on the couch and looking positively adorable in the hotel's complimentary bathrobe.

Perhaps Daniel had pegged him prematurely. There was an impish sparkle in Rupert's eyes, a devilish glint that contradicted everything the Hyatt hotel stood for. Perhaps his no-nonsense demeanour was an elaborate facade that protected his true nature.

"We sure enjoyed that bed," Nikki piped in.

"I don't doubt that for a second, Miss. I've taken the liberty to road test the hotel's beds with a few accommodating maids, strictly for the purposes of gathering knowledge for our guests of course."

"Of course," Daniel nodded.

"And I unanimously agree with the young Miss - the beds truly are a blessed comfort for coital activities. For sleeping, however, I can only assume that they shall meet your requirements, should you even sleep that is."

Daniel liked Rupert's style. Hell, he thought the waiter was an absolute breath of fresh air when it came to stuffy, high-class hotel chains such as this one. It was good to see that some people still had a decent sense of humour and weren't afraid of using it.

"What are our chances of sleep, Nikki?"

"Slim to none," she said, getting up and walking over to the table, flashing both Rupert and Daniel a breathtaking smile.

"May I suggest that the two of you make good use of the bathtub. I think you'll like it. Fortunately the management had the good sense to install wide baths, so instead of being pressed into relatively uncomfortable positions, the female species can sit astride a man with next to no discomfort."

"More research for the good of the people?" Nikki enquired.

"Sadly yes, what I must put myself through so I can inform our guests of the luxuries our hotel provides."

"Doesn't the hotel frown upon inner-work relationships?" Daniel asked.

"Well, what they don't know doesn't hurt them. Trust me, Sir, some of our maids are so exquisite that engaging them in sexual activities is well worth the risk of losing my job."

Shooting a glance at the glorious Nikki, who smiled knowingly back at him, he said, "I'll take your word on that one, Rupe."

"As you wish, Sir."

Rupert grabbed the dinner trolley's silver handle and started pushing it towards the door, flashing them both his patented smile.

"Oh, Rupert, could I ask a favour?"

"Yes, Miss?"

"If you think you might happen to run by here again tonight, do you think you would be able to swipe a jar of peanut butter from the kitchen and pay us a visit? I'll be happy to reimburse you for it of course."

"I'd be delighted to do that for you, young Miss. Only don't be ridiculous, a conglomerate such as this can afford to throw away a few jars of peanut butter from time to time."

"Thanks a lot, Rupert."

"Not a problem. I pray you enjoy your dinner and I shall see you both again shortly," he said, tipping an imaginary hat in their direction.

And then he was gone, leaving them sporting huge grins which extended from ear to ear.

Over dinner they conversed over trivial topics again, but when he asked about the peanut butter she just shrugged and told him she felt like having some by itself.

She was certainly the master of sexual innuendo. Often after placing a piece of finely cooked lamb into her mouth, she would lick her lips suggestively and moan. On several occasions she even stuck the silver fork back in and shamelessly sucked on it.

"That meal almost tasted as good as your cock!" she declared, her plate as clean as a whistle.

Daniel's cock instantly sprang to full attention, ready for more action. He'd already been growing stiff from watching her brazen display during dinner, but her words were what finally resulted in his member reaching full mast.

A soft double tap at the door brought Nikki out of her seat and she walked over to answer it in her huge fluffy robe. It must've been Rupert with her jar of peanut butter.

He had no idea what she wanted it for, but he had an inkling that it would be involved in a sexual scenario sometime in the not-too-distant future.

"Thanks, Rupert," Daniel heard her say.

When she walked back into the lounge room the top of the jar had been pried open and she had two fingers dipped inside. She removed a huge glob and brought it to her luscious lips, sucking and tonguing her fingers until all trace of the condiment was removed.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Do you like eating peanut butter by itself?"

"I don't mind it."

Using the two fingers she'd just sucked clean, she pushed them back into the jar and removed another healthy serving, then lifted them up to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her fingers and licked and sucked at them with vigour. It turned him on so much that he absently rubbed a hand over his crotch.

"Is poor baby hard?" she cooed.

"As if I couldn't be!"

"Well, Rupert said that all the plates and cutlery will be cleared in the morning, so we're not going to be disturbed for the rest of the evening."

"Hmm, sounds good to me," he said.

"Since I've caused this sudden stirring, I should be the one that makes it go away, right?"

"You could be on to something there."

"I think I will be on something pretty soon, now that you mention it," she said, flashing him flirty smile.

Nikki held out her hand and he graciously accepted it. It was her show, so he allowed her to lead him into the bedroom and then further into the bathroom. The jar of peanut butter was still clenched in her other hand and he wondered just what kind of a role it would play in their antics.

She placed the jar on the marble sink and shucked her robe from her shoulders, displaying her lovely body for him to once again ogle and salivate over. The large quantity of cum he'd shot into her pussy had dribbled out of her opening and down her inner thighs. Even her blond pubic bush hadn't escaped the sticky white substance - the hairs were stiff and sticking out at odd angles.

With deliberately slow movements she began to massage her breasts and nipples, then, her hands travelled southward down her stomach to her splattered pussy, scratching and rubbing at it.

"You are so beautiful," he said.

"Even with my pussy all filthy with cum?"

"You better believe it."

"Men," she mused. "I'll never figure you guys out."

"I don't think we'll ever figure ourselves out," he admitted.

"I guess that's just part of your charm, because while I don't understand men a whole deal - other than the fact that they live and breathe sex - I still can't help but like them because of it. And you, you're more of a mystery than any guy I've ever known."

"I'm nothing special," he said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Moving gracefully and with light feet, she slid up against him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her nude flesh against his robe-clad body.

"That's where you're wrong," she said, gazing into his eyes with a mixture of warmth and lust.