It's Showtime in London

Marcus dropped his head to the side of yours that was furthest away from me, so I could see the expression on your face. I could see he had also now slid his dark hands underneath your ass, the backs of his hands squashed against the bedding, his fingers squeezing your flesh through your corset.

As Marcus continued pumping his lower body you lifted your legs and wrapped them around his lower back, the white of your stockings contrasting against his brown skin and as you crossed your heels I could see the red soles of your shoes, shoes that I had bought you, though shoes that you had never yet worn for me! You moved your hands so that they were on Marcus's upper back, almost stretching over his shoulders, pulling him further onto you, squeezing him to you.

The pace was rapid now, the bed bouncing and creaking loudly as Marcus's thrusts become more vigorous, harder and clearly deeper as your gasps of breath were now louder. You were never very vocal with me and I had put this down to that just being the shyness in you but I was obviously mistaken as Marcus was now demonstrating. Your loud gasps of pleasure, more frequent and now interspersed with expletives,

"Aahhh, Aahhh, Oh God, Oh God, yes, yes, fuck yes," Rocking your head from side to side a the same time,

"That's so big, so deep, so fucking deep, Aahh, Aahh, Aaaahhhhh,"

As the last moan burst out you made a sound so loud I am sure you would have awoken anyone asleep in the adjacent rooms, and maybe even those on the other side of the corridor. I strained myself forward to try and see better and I could've sworn I saw tears rolling down the side of the face. But these were no tears of pain, no these were tears of shear unadulterated pleasure.

You then rolled your head sideways and looked up at the same time, you were looking at me now, with your body and the bed still bouncing under the force of Marcus's thrusts I couldn't believe the words that then came out of your mouth,

"That's it Marcus, fuck me, fuck me like I've never been fucked before, oh God, hard, deep, and don't you be pulling your huge cock out of me, I want your cum inside me, I want to feel your hot cum deep inside my pussy,"

Finishing with, "Cum in me Marcus, cum in me, cum in me now!!"

As you finished you removed your legs from being wrapped around Marcus's back and took hold of each one in your hands, supporting them as you stretched your legs as wide as they would go.

As I looked down your upper body was almost covered by Marcus's wide dark frame but the white of your outstretched stocking clad legs were clearly on view, as was the brown flesh of Marcus's ass cheeks pounding up and down in the middle for the V created by your legs.

Marcus didn't need any more encouragement and he started to make deep grunting noises as slammed his huge dark cock deep into you, his hands under your ass pulling you towards him, and each of his grunts matched by the sound of his balls slapping against you, leaving no doubt that you had taken all nine inches of his huge brown cock inside you. The stretching of your legs also meant that the hard, muscular flesh at the top of the base of Marcus's cock was banging against you clit with each of his downward thrusts. I could see and hear the effect that this was having on you as your eyes seemed to glaze over and roll in their sockets, and your cries, became louder and deeper,

"Oh shit, Oh shit, that's so fucking deep, ah! ah! ah!" At each of Marcus's thrusts.

Marcus's head was at the other side of yours so I couldn't really see his face but I could hear him as he spoke, his words broken by his grunts,

"Jules babe, ugh ugh, you know what I like, ugh ugh, you know what you need to do now to make me cum,"

finishing with, "I need to cum babe, I need to cum inside your sweet white pussy, make me come now!"

Even before Marcus had finished speaking you let go of your legs and kicked off your shoes, then once more your wrapped them around Marcus's lower back, crossing your ankles over the top of his ass. You lifted your back off the bed just enough to slide your hand underneath and with one hand you deftly unclipped your bra and then pulled it out and cast it aside. Your ample soft pale milky white breasts were now pressed against Marcus's dark muscular chest. You then took hold of Marcus's head, one hand either side of his face, lifting it and you turned your own head, moving Marcus's until it was directly over your face. You then kissed him. The pale skin of your fingers contrasting against the dark skin of his face, your red pointed nails glistening in the light, matching your red lips, lips that now enveloped Marcus's big pinkish brown lips. As you kissed him I could see your mouth was open and your tongue was poking into his, you then spoke, though your words were a little muffled by Marcus's lips and you were struggling to catch your breath but your words seemed to have the desired effect.

"Fuck me Marcus, fuck me like he never could, I love it when you drive that big black cock into me, reaching places he never has,"

pulling Marcus's lips onto yours as you finished,

"Fuck me Marcus. Fuck me! My pussy needs your hot cum Marcus, cum in me right now!"

Marcus seemed to be worked up into frenzy now as his thrusts and groans increased in intensity. Your mouth was still pressed into his which gave your moans a semi muffled

I hadn't been able to touch myself but Jesus had I wanted to but that didn't matter because everything I had seen and heard in the last hour or so proved enough and I tried not to make a sound as a surge of pleasure spread through my body and the warm white creamy liquid spurted out of my small white dick.

Marcus was thrusting hard and deep now, grunting and groaning as he did so. I could see your hands had moved onto his ass and your red nails were digging the flesh of his cheeks. As my pleasure dispersed it was replaced again with a feeling of deep jealousy, a desire to rip off my restraints and pull him off you. I knew that was never going to happen though and all I could do was sit there, my soft shrunken dick now sticky from my cum, but I didn't look down at it, didn't want to see that pathetic thing. As I watched Marcus thrusting forwards and backwards. I suppose I could have closed my eyes but what use would that have been? It would only have emphasised the sounds you were both making. Marcus's deep guttural grunts, you loud, gasps mixed with expletives,

"Aaaahh, Aaaah, fuck aaaah, fuck yes, yes, that's it Marcus, that's it. Fuuuck meeeee!"

As the sound of your last word tapered off Marcus put his palms on the bed and pushed his upper body off you, at the same time pushing his pelvis forwards, letting out his own cry of pleasure,

"Aahhh fuuuck babe, cummming. I'm cumming!"

You stopped moving or groaning now and simply, quietly spoke,

"I can feel it Marcus, so deep, so warm! So much of it!" Finishing with, "and I love it, absolutely fucking love it, you were fucking amazing Marcus, you're an amazing fuck Marcus!"

You then both fell silent. Still. No noise. No movement. Both obviously engrossed, maybe even exhausted. Spent. I didn't look away though and after a few seconds Marcus moved, shifting to a kneeling position, keeping his pelvis forward so he remained inside you. When he was fully kneeling. I watched as Marcus then pulled his pelvis backwards, slowly drawing his still semi erect, large dark cock out of you. I could see it was now covered, dripping in the mix of yours and his juices, the creamy whiteness glistening and contrasting against his dark skin. Once he had pulled his cock fully out of you he let go of your left leg and with his right hand he took hold of his cock and squeezed it tightly, pushing his hand up his shaft as he did so, squeezing out the last drops of his creamy cum, squeezing it until it fell in droplets, landing on the top of your throbbing pussy lips.

Marcus maintained his kneeling position, holding his limp , but still large cock, for a few minutes until eventually he leant forward, slid an arm underneath you and effortlessly lifted you so he could pull the duvet from underneath you. You didn't open your eyes as he did so and they were still closed as he pulled the duvet over you and slid underneath next to you.

Still tied to the chair I saw you turn onto your side away from me and he did the same, laying behind you, classic spooning. I saw Marcus place his arm around you over the top of the duvet, snuggling it around you both. I closed my eyes.

I was awoken by a shaft of light breaking through a gap in the curtain. As I opened my eyes I turned my heavy head away from the brightness and I could see you sleeping peacefully in the bed next to me. As I closed my eyes once more a flash of recollection split the peace in my mind and I opened my eyes again. Once more I looked over at you and you appeared to be sound asleep.

It must have been a dream I thought to myself, but wow what a dream! If only you knew ha!

As a broad smile spread across my face, my now awake body decided it needed to the toilet so I pulled back the covers and stepped out of bed. I noted I was still in my dress shirt but nothing else, no underpants. I could also feel a stickiness on my thighs. I could see that the light breaking through the curtain had fallen on the hotel chair which was positioned at the side of the bed. Something on the chair arm caught my eyes so I took a few steps over and bent down so I could take a closer look. What I saw made me take a sharp breath. Laying loosely over one arm of the chair was one of my black bow ties. As I looked on the floor I could see another. I bent down to pick up the one on the floor and as I did so I saw two black shoe laces, each one wrapped around a chair leg. Holding the bow tie in my hand I turned and stood silent, rooted to the spot, staring at you still sleeping so soundly, my mind now racing back through everything I could recall. Going over everything about what I thought was last nights vivid dream!!