My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore - Sex Stories

My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore

... I liked him, so I flirted back. More drinks, more flirting, and I could tell he was getting aroused. I have to admit I enjoyed that, but not being a tease, I was not about to make him wait too long, much less reject him like his wife, and probably most genetic women who didn’t want a relationship with a married man. He was looking as though he wanted to make the next move, but wasn’t sure how to go about it, for fear of another rejection. I decided to help, and so I said, “So, would you like to go someplace private where we can get to know each other better?” “Why, yes! Of course! But where?” “Well, isn’t this cocktail lounge in a hotel?” “Yes, that’s true. Were you thinking we should....” “Why not? It’s what we both want, isn’t it?” “Well, yes. Really? Oh, God, this is wonderful! You’re wonderful!” “Well then, come on.” “Okay. Right. I’ll get get us a room. Oh, God!” It was cute the way he reacted. He went from being Mr. Smooth to a teenager about to get the head cheerleader. He almost bolted out of his seat, and tried not to run to the reservation desk. I trailed behind, then reminded him he forgot to pay the bar tab. He went back, paid the bill, left a tip, then joined me by the elevators. As the elevator doors opened, we entered by ourselves. I asked Brad where we were going, and he looked at the room key and said, “1805.” As we approached the eighteenth floor, I stepped out of my pumps, then bent down to pick them up. As we got to the eighteenth floor, I began ...

... unzipping my dress. Brad seemed surprised. We stepped out of the elevator, and walked toward the door of our room. While Brad fumbled with the room key, I let my dress drop to the floor, and bent over to retrieve it, giving him a good look at my smooth, sweet little bottom. Brad was rather surprised, but he didn’t seem displeased. He looked around to see if anyone saw, then quickly opened the door, and rapidly ushered me into the room, where I immediately fell into his arms. We hugged, he felt my ass up and down, then hurriedly undressed. He took my hand and walked me to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, then, caressed his growing cock in my had before putting it into my eagerly waiting mouth. I thought Brad was going to faint. I’ve seldom seen anyone so excited. He came right away, then apologized for doing so. I reassured him, telling him we had lots of time. As we lay on the bed, I cupped his balls in my hand, and in due course, his cock began to come to life again. This time I went down on him more carefully, and gently licked and caressed its full length with my mouth, lips and tongue. As he became hard, I could tell he was ready, and so applied the lube I had strategically placed near by. I then slipped into position beneath him. He seemed so grateful, and almost disbelieving. As we began to fuck, he relaxed, and got into a nice, sweet rhythm. As most men, he occasionally addressed the deities of his choice, presumably in expression of gratitude for his good fortune. The ...