Miami Heat - Sex Stories

Miami Heat

... noticed the attractive older woman sat next to her. She was tall and slim, with long copper-coloured hair, and a soft friendly smile. “Yeah… fucking dick.” “Sorry about that. You fancy another?” “I’ve already had six,” mumbled Kaylee holding up five fingers. “Well, one more can’t hurt, right?” chuckled the woman. “What’s your name?” “Kaylee. You?” “Lauren,” she replied, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Kaylee took a moment to admire the woman’s jewellery; her fingers twinkled with enough ice to buy a beach condo. “Do you have any plans now?” Kaylee gave her last glass a gentle, drunken shove with her index finger and grinned. “Yep. I’m gonna go home and climb into bed.” “Could be more fun to climb into someone else’s,” the woman purred. Kaylee paused with her hand on the back of her bar stool. As drunk as she was, she didn’t miss the come-on. The woman just flashed her a playful smile and tapped her fingernails on the polished mahogany. “Are you hitting on me?” No reply was forthcoming. The woman simply lifted a chilled Martini glass to her lips and casually sipped her orange peel cocktail. “Listen, I’m flattered and all, really, but I’m not gay.” “Nor am I,” replied the woman. Kaylee hesitated as Lauren moved closer, thinking she was leaning in for a kiss. Instead, she whispered softly so that no one else could overhear. “I’d like you to fuck my husband.” “You’d like me… what? ” “I like to watch pretty little things like you make him come.” That was her cue ...

... to leave. Kaylee stood up and wavered on unsteady legs as she tried to make her exit. Before she could step away from the bar stool, a tight grip seized her wrist. “Five thousand.” o0o Such a proposition would normally have seemed absurd to Kaylee, but five grand was a hell of a lot of money. Paying off her credit card bills and getting up to date with the rent was a reality. Miami swarmed with hookers once it got dark, and you’d be hard pushed to find one charging a tenth of what she’d been offered even for the most kinky pleasures. It seemed sensible to figure that her appeal to the couple was fairly straightforward, it was just a game. The wealthy like to buy things that aren’t for sale. Lauren left the lights off as they stepped into the dark hotel room. She latched the door closed behind them, cutting off the spill of warm light from the hallway. As Kaylee’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see a faint glow of multicoloured lights spilling in through the large panoramic windows on the far side of the room. She placed her clutch bag down on a table next to a vase full of fresh flowers and took a few tentative steps forward. "Hello?" she said nervously. Kaylee froze when she heard a noise from a low leather armchair in front of the window. She could just make out the silhouette of a man sat there, his hand hanging over the side as he gently placed a drink onto a glass topped table. The ambient illumination from outside cast a stark contrast of his profile. "Come ...