I Would Do Anything for You Ch. 01

I suddenly felt nervous and unsure of what to say.

"Yes, yes, come on, let's go..." and I broke from the embrace, finding her hand and pulling her down the street. Her heels clattered and she laughed and skipped beside me. I was full of adrenalin, full of anticipation and lust, and every so often stopped take her face in my hands and kiss her again. All tiredness fell away, my body was alive with potential, I couldn't get her to the hotel quick enough.

The lateness of the hour meant I let us in to the hotel with my key card; a bored-looking security guard barely looked up as we walked to the lifts. Kelly held her coat round her, but her high heeled boots and the flowing blonde hair made her look vampy and imbued with sex. I thought our situation, our intentions were be obvious, but the lift came, we got in, I pressed the button to my floor and we snogged desperately against the wall. Out of the lift, to my door, fumbling with my keycard again, Kelly's hand reaching round to pull down my zip, then as the door opened, her hand found my penis, bare under my trousers, surprising me as I'd forgotten it was, and almost innocently and all of a sudden we were in my room and she had my cock in her hand already.

We both looked down, the head of my penis jutted out of my flies, resting in her palm.

"Wow, it's quite big isn't it?" she whispered.

"Quite?" I said, putting on a mock offended voice.

She giggled, "sorry! It's very big, it's huge, it's fucking massive!" She was rolling it in her hand, fingers stretching to draw it out of my trousers, her other hand undoing my belt. "Come on you, get naked, and sit in that chair, let's do this properly". She helped me push down my trousers and I scooped them off, taking my shoes and socks at same time, staggering a little, erection springing out. She balanced me, her hands running over my hips. I began to undo my shirt, and we kissed. I saw us in the tall mirror by the door, me naked below the waist, my penis pressed against her thigh as we embraced. Kelly pulled off her coat and let it fall the floor, and then bent to take off her boots, drawing the zip down smooth tanned calves. In bare feet she was slightly shorter than me, and I liked that I had to tilt my head down to kiss her, her eyes looking up at me.

As I took off my shirt, Kelly led me by the hand further into the room. It was dark and she reached over to switch on one of the small lamps, filling in the room with soft light. There was a wide leather armchair which she pulled out into the main space of the room, and we stood by it and kissed again. We'd slowed down a bit, the excitement and clumsiness of getting into the room had passed and it was as if we now both knew we were here, we were going to do this, there was no need for nervousness or haste. I felt liberated by my nudity and unfazed by her been fully clothed. It seemed an appropriate turnaround from the club.

"Sit down," she said, lightly pushing my chest. I sat back in the armchair, the leather slightly cold to my bare arse; my penis stood up in my lap, the shaft straight up from the tangled bush of my pubic hair. Kelly couldn't seem to take her eyes off it.

"It's lovely to see it in the flesh at last " she said, "I've felt it so many times, but this is better..."

I looked at my cock, and then her. "It's certainly pleased to see you."

We laughed at the craziness of this.

"I need some music..." she said.

"There's the radio on the telly" I said, moving to get up.

"You stay, I'll get it."

I watched her pick up the TV remote and switch on the TV. The light from the screen suddenly lit us both up, her standing in bare feet, short skirt, blouse and breasts, me naked in the chair, cock wilting slightly to the side. She flicked until she found a radio station playing some R&B, got the sound right, tossed the remote onto the bed, and turned to me.

"This is the dance you've been waiting for..." Kelly said as she first took off her necklace then began to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing a black bra that her breasts almost spilled out of. She let her blouse hang open and then undid the clip on her skirt and let it fall. She'd obviously changed her knickers, as she was wearing a small black pair, with frilly edges and an almost see through fabric. Her skin looked ripe and plump, her golden thighs poised in front of me. She moved her body from side to side, hands stroking her hips, raising the sides of her blouse, letting them fall, touching her breasts, pushing them up in her bra.

"Is this the ultimate fantasy," she asked, "Your own lap dancer in your own room, all for you?"

I was sitting as if in the club, knees out, hands by side, admiring her. "I think it could be," I said. Then playfully, "well maybe it would be two lap dancers in my room!"

She let out a loud laugh, then put on a pretend shocked face. "Well thank you! Aren't I enough?"

"I'm joking! You're amazing, it's just you".

"I'll bring a friend along next time!" She continued to move to the music. "Well, let's see what I can do..."

She pushed her blouse off her shoulders and then came to me, leaning in to kiss me fiercely on the lips. I realised, as her lips pressed against mine, she was reaching round to undo her bra - I raised my hands to catch and pull it as fell forward, then dropped it to one side, and cupped her heavy globes as they hung forward. Our kiss was roving, I was mouthing her check, her neck, breathing her in; her hands were in my hair, mine were groping her tits, pushing the skin, feeling the heft of them. My penis was fully hard again, standing up to attention for her.

I pushed her up and she moved closer, edging her knees either side of my thighs in the arm chair, and bringing her chest level with my face. I leant in and began to nuzzle her breasts passionately, open-mouthed kisses bouncing round the areoles, then delicate dashes of my tongue on her nipples. One breast then the other. I pushed my hands under a breast and squeezed it to my mouth, I felt her nipple harden under my tongue and I heard her gasp and push herself closer into me. It spurred me on, so I slobbered my mouth over her, squeezing my tongue in her cleavage, sweeping over her chest and back to flick her nipple. At the same time my hands ran round her back, fingers outstretched to feel over her smooth skin, falling down to bump over the frill of her panties, and wave over the tight fabric over her buttocks. I gripped her arse, pressing my face into her breasts, I lifted her buttocks, feeling them spread, her panties stretching. She was almost astride me now, and her belly was touching the tip of my penis, which slithered with wetness, dipping into her belly button and squashing against her.

I brought my right hand round between us and stoked her belly, feeling the trail of wetness across it. She pulled back a little, letting me slide down my fingers down her abdomen, to touch the waist of her panties, then I roved over the front of them, just feeling the bump of her under the thin material. I cautiously pressed down, and then stoked around the area, the inside of her thighs. Her hand slipped down and laid over the top of mine, lifting it up and in sync with a deep breath she pushed it under the waist of her panties. After this direction from her, she withdrew her hand to carry on embracing and cuddling me. It was a wonderful to think she wanted me to touch her there, that she was as into this as I was, that the split between her legs, which I'd gazed at out of reach in the club so many times, was now somewhere I could go, somewhere we could share.

My fingers crept down into the tight warmth of her underwear, feeling the soft fuzz of her pubic hair, the crease of her labia. She moved herself to my fingers, and I held my first two hard and pointed down, feeling her warm skin prise apart, a wetness seeping up all of a sudden ,and then my fingertips were down lower almost under her, feeling her open and letting me burrow into the inner, inner softness of her vulva. I was still kissing her breasts, lighter now, and she had her forehead rested on the top of my head, her hair hanging softly on me.

I could hear her breaths, quick and deep, sighing as my fingers curled deeper into her, the sides of her vulva twitched and gripped, then relaxed and twitched again. I came away from her breasts and looked down. Her black panties were stretched over my hand, my palm against her pubic bone, my fingers between her legs - her panties flexed as I worked away, probing inside her. My penis jutted up close, occasionally touching her thigh, leaving another drop of pre-cum glistening on her. Kelly noticed me looking down too, and leant her head down further by my face to watch me finger her. She reached a hand down to grasp my penis and began to rub me up and down, the foreskin stretching back a little, my red wet glans winking up at us.

"God, what are you doing to me..." she whispered in my ear, "I'm so, so wet".

"You're so, so lovely" I answered, twirling my fingers inside her. "Do you like it...?" "Ah...ah I love it..." she sighed, "it's too much..."

She carefully pulled back, my fingers slipping moistly out of her. She stroked my arm tenderly and helped my hand out of her panties. Stepping back from me a little I could see a red flush across the top of her breasts, and her nipples glistened with my saliva. Her belly was rising and falling with her breathing and her black panties looked darker still between her legs.

She knelt down, hands reaching out to steady herself on my thighs. My penis loomed in front of her and with a smile she reached out for the shaft.

"Well, hello," she said. My penis looked hot and red, it almost painfully harder than ever before. She pulled it slightly towards her, as if inspecting it. "It's very straight, very strong-looking" she said, making me feel proud and manly. "Mind if I kiss it?" she said softly. She knew the answer, she knew I was silently willing her to take me in her mouth, she knew she had me where I wanted to be.

"You don't need to ask..." I said, half catching my own breath. She was already moving in, turning her head to come in low and kiss the base of my shaft. Her fingers held me lightly below the head of my penis and her mouth opened and plumped her lips upwards. At the head, she let her tongue out to lick my foreskin, around and then over the moist tip, which twitched and got wetter still. Her grip tightened on the shaft and pulled down, stretching my foreskin, the shimmering bulb of my glans appearing as the skin was widening; her tongue pushed and prodded my foreskin backwards, backwards, until I was on the point of pain and then it slipped all the way back and she opened her mouth wide and sank over the top. I groaned and my hands gripped the chair as her warm mouth covered my penis. She murmured too, mouth full of my cock, with her tongue snaking and squirming round sending electric tremors all over me. Her other hand cupped my balls as her mouth worked on my penis, pumping the head in and out of her lips.

"Oh god, Kelly..." I said, my hands massaging her shoulders, running through her hair. She lifted her head, mouth slurping off me and with her hand rubbed up and down my cock shaft and then scooped her fingers over the sensitive tip feeling her spit and my moisture mingle and slip and slide. She put both hands on me, rolling my penis between her palms, dipping her head to lick the tip, then curling her fingers round to rub up and down. She alternated wanking me with sucking, sending shivers of delight over my body. The leather of the chair squeaked as my hips bucked and my penis bumped her teeth, and as I felt myself quivering she held on, mouth clamped to me. I was so close to coming there and then, I felt incredibly warm, panicky, so, so turned on. "Ah, I..." I pushed her shoulders back a bit. "That's fantastic, that's amazing...it's too much for me too..."

She sat back, face red at the cheeks, a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, her beautiful lips plump and shining. I marvelled at how short a time it seemed from the club to having her suck me here in my hotel room. I wanted to savour it, I didn't want to come just yet.

"I know..." she said, "I want to feel you inside me first..."

"Oh god, I want to be inside you too..." I said.

"We have all night...well actually it's morning isn't it..." She glanced over to the TV and the clock, it was just gone 2am. Her hand was lightly caressing my penis, calming its twitching. I looked down, feeling a huge sense of gratitude that she'd graced my room with her beauty and her touch. Her hips looked round and sumptuous, her panties pinching her skin.

"Can I see your bum again?" I said, smiling.

"Oh of course, that's your favourite bit of the party isn't it?" She said. With a quick peck of her lips on the tip of my penis, she stood up and turned round in front of me. The panties across her bum were almost see-through, the crease of her cheeks visible. As she went to pull them down, she stopped herself. "You probably want to take them off..." she said.

I sat up in the chair a bit and reached out to grasp the waistband. Kelly leant forward and I pulled the panties down over the spread of her arse, the smooth buttocks before me, panties dropping away over her thighs.

"If I say it a hundred times, no a thousand, it wouldn't be enough" I said, "It's a truly lovely, lovely arse".

"Thank you," she laughed away from me, bending a little more, so I could see her cheeks come apart between her legs. I began to stroke my hands over her, trying to hold back the urge to really squeeze and pinch, so lovely and warm and squashy was her cheeks. My fingers bumped over the arse cleavage, swooped under the curve at top of each thigh, and round her hips. I pulled her slightly to me, and bent face to kiss her lower back, and then trail my tongue down to where her buttocks began to part. I kissed over one cheek and then the other, my nose catching the scent of her arse just under the fading perfume she'd put on her body. And as I kissed as close as I dared to the crevasse between her cheeks I reached my fingers under her to feel for her wet vulva. Slowly at first I put one finger in, then another and started to push in and out, the wetness making my fingers slide easily; she was sighing again, her buttocks pressed down on my hand as I masturbated her from behind. I pushed my face into her bum, nose catching a dribble of sweat between her cheeks, mouth opening on the hill of her cheek.

"Oh god, you're getting me going..." she said, "I'm supposed...I'm supposed to be dancing for you...ah..."

I sat back, to admire her rump, my hand still delving under her. She looked over her shoulder, and then moved forward, my hand trailing her own juices up and over her buttock. She turned briefly and closed my knees together and then bum to me, backed herself onto my lap, sitting her buttocks on my thighs. I could feel the wetness under her squash on my legs. She slid herself back until her bum pressed against my upright cock, the shaft settling between the globes of her cheeks, the wet head sitting at the small of her back. She moved back and forth on my lap, sliding on her dripping vulva, pushing my penis back so it was sandwiched between her arse and my stomach, the glans sheened with wetness, straining red and hard. My hands were round her body, pushing her breasts up, squashing them, pulling them apart, then stroking down her tummy to slide between her legs.

"I need you in me..." she said, my hands too much for her. She put her hands on my knees and lifted herself up, her legs round mine, standing on tiptoe to get her bum up; her hand reached round to grasp my penis, holding it forward. I held her hips and guided her back, my left hand prising up her arse to show her wet gash between her legs where she wanted me to be. The head of my penis bumped a buttock, my hand joined hers to direct it down, down, the wet glans sliding between the cheeks, squelching over the pucker of her anus and then dipping into the squash of her labia. She put her weight on her rump to push herself onto me. She was so wet, I was so wet, that my penis slid into her as easily as anything, her warm vulva stretching round the glans and shaft, and as I went deeper, her bum cheeks squeezing round my thighs, we both sighed a sigh of pure satisfaction. This, the ultimate joining of our bodies, was what the evening had led to. We weren't rushed, maybe the lateness of the hour, the soft music in the room, the low light had relaxed us into this tender sex, but our first movements were gentle, slow. She was rocking herself on my lap, my penis lodged inside her, holding her to me, and her weight stopped me from moving too much.

"Oh fuck, that's amazing" I said. And it was, her vulva squashed down on me, warm and wet and surrounding my penis, our thighs pressed into each other, our arms and hands wrapped and held each other; it was so wonderfully close, it was like our bodies had melted together, I couldn't tell where I ended and she began. Kelly just murmured and sighed and gyrated her body round my hard cock.

She bent herself forward, a hand reaching out to steady herself on the table on the side of the room. The bumps of her spine caught the light, the line of her buttocks parting so I could see right down to the smoky smudge of skin where her anus was, which itself was the only bit of her arse in shadow. I could just see the shaft of my penis disappear into her below.

"You ok?" I sighed.

"Fuck, yes, "she said, voice slightly muffled.

I drew my penis out slightly, seeing the curve of her buttocks separate from my skin, the glans pulled the skin of her labia tight and the sight of it, the sight of my penis pressed between her lips, made me thrust in harder. She gasped, and I began to move myself back and forth, hands pressing her hips, fingers leaving red marks in her skin. I shifted forward on the edge of the chair to better fuck her from behind, her body was holding my shaft almost horizontal as I thrust it in and out, the slight separation of our bodies allowing me to pick up speed, and I began to grip her hip harder, the sensation of my cock sliding through her wet vagina spurring me on. I began to grunt and gasp as I banged against her bottom, and she mirrored me, her breath short, almost squeaking out of her in time with my thrusting penis. All of sudden I pulled out too far and my penis sprung loose, slapping wetly on her buttock.

"Ooh!" she said, seeming to lose her balance and falling forward, only to catch herself on the table. Her arse looked gorgeous before me, her labia curling between her legs, peeled back from where my penis had been inside her. I stood up and moved to get behind her. I glanced at the mirror and saw my penis standing out from my body, the glans a glowing red bulb, looking almost weapon like, moving to the soft skin of her bottom. She smiled at me in mirror, a lascivious, wanton smile, her breasts swaying as she braced herself with two hands on the table. I held my penis and pushed it against the ripples of her labia, which parted and let me slide right back in. We went for it then, me pounding at her from behind, she pushing from her hands, holding her rump hard against me. The skin of her buttocks shuddered and rippled from the impact of my thrusts, and she yelped with each hit of my abdomen.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh..." I gasped, feeling excitement welling up inside me, the head of my penis pulsating inside her. I tried to slow myself, turning the short, bumping thrusts into long, slow slides through her wetness, but the tingle of her lips on my penis was too much, and I was off again, jerking desperately against her, feeling my hard cock pistoning in her.

"Oh god, oh god, I want to feel you come!" In the mirror could see her rolling her head, tensing her shoulders, dipping her hips to match my pace, I could see my stomach muscles clenching and falling against her. My hands gripped her hips, her skin squeezed red between my fingers, my own hips heaving back and forth against her. The music on the TV was almost drowned out by the noise of our fucking - the slap of our bodies fast and rhythmic, the squelch of her vagina as my penis dived in and out, the squeak of her hands pushed against the table, our gasping breaths.