Penny's Worth - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 3

... to be preforming some kind of computer work. They acknowledged Suárez’s presence with a subservient nod. One of them periodically seemed to glance my way. I felt as if he disapproved of my companionship with Suárez, but I refused to concern myself. A forth younger man stood silently in the corner, his face not betraying any emotion. I wasn’t sure at that time, but I took him to possibly be a bodyguard. “We work until all hours. But, for me it is time to relax,” he said to me as we walked toward the bedroom door to the right of the fireplace mantle. “See that I am only disturbed by room service,” Suárez instructed the rest of his people. The door had just closed behind us when I began to rise up on my toes and began to embrace him for the kiss we both wanted. His hand caressed the small of my back as our lips explored each other’s. As I’d hoped, it lowered itself to traverse the fine curvature of my ass. I pressed toward him with the front of my body. Moments later a gentle tap sounded on the bedroom door. A waiter wheeled in a cart containing our vodka drinks, mixers and a bottle of Absolut that he’d never verbally ordered. As we’d departed the bar, he had only pointed to the bartender at his glass. Whoever Suárez was, he carried serious clout in this hotel. I took a sip and handed him a glass. “Shall I?” I began to unbutton my blouse. He watched intently as my breasts became more visible. He opened his wallet and placed a number of large denomination bills on the table. It ...

... would have been gauche in this environment to have counted the money or even to have named a specific price. I barely glanced toward the currency except from the corner of my eye, I could tell he was being very generous. My breasts became fully exposed as he turned his attention from the mundane financial segment of our encounter and began to concentrate on the pleasures that awaited both of us. He held my breasts in his hands and went to work sucking my nipples. As we consumed our alcohol, I removed my clothing, and he poured a small amount of the Absolut down my cleavage and then licked it off of my breasts. For the next hour, he lay on the bed and I reclined against his bent legs with his penis inside me. I moved up and down purposefully as he occasionally handed me the bottle, and I swigged directly from it. His hands periodically danced across by swaying breasts. By my fifth swallow, I was more than tipsy and ready to cum. I let myself go loose and screamed out loud. I was sure his men in the other room already knew he was a talented woman pleaser. Between the drinks, his solid rod working over my moist vagina and his consistent dialog of my exquisite loveliness, it was easy to orgasm. He took a gulp of the Absolut and told me not to hold back as I shouted, “Oh yes, this is it, oh yes, keep it going.” At last, he shot into me and squeezed my breasts with a firm, yet tender touch. I disengaged his cock and lay nearly exhausted next to him. “You are an amazing lover, sir. ...