The Hotel Ch. 02

She gasped softly as his black fingertips brushed over the silken material sheathing her vulva, before he reversed in a long glide down her smooth, curvy thigh. He repeated the sensual process, briefly caressing between her legs again, and this time he did not move away so far before returning, each time running his fingers deftly over the slippery silk covering her rounded pubis.

Presently his soft fingertips left her thighs and stayed at her vulva, tracing the contours until she began to pant softly with arousal. He was openly masturbating her now. Her nipples were jutting like pegs from her supple, rounded breasts, and he eased himself higher, his hands continuing their feather-like ministrations whilst his mouth took first the right nipple and then the left, gently sucking and then rolling his hard tongue around each sensitive bud.

"Oh my God..." she breathed softly.

"My sensuous, beautiful, woman..." he breathed, easing his mouth away for a second before returning it to the cherry tips of her delightful, twin orbs.

His eyes were aimed upwards, fixed on Peggy's immaculate face, watching every breath, every flicker of her closed eyelids as he stroked her slippery vulva through her increasingly wet bikini bottom. Her soft, pink tongue run languidly over her red lips, her curvy hips straining forward to meet every caress of his gentle fingers. He felt sure she was almost ready to surrender to him.

Despite the incredible pleasure radiating through her body, Peggy knew this had all gone much further than she had originally intended, and realised she was reaching the point of no return. But however much her mind was attempting to bring her back to the reality of what was happening, the sensations in her body was driving away any common sense thoughts.

As Loncraine unhurriedly explored between her willing thighs, she knew that she would almost certainly be unable to prevent him taking this to its conclusion, whatever that might be. His lips and tongue continued to pleasure her bullet like nipples whilst his hands sustained their stroking movements on her inflamed vulva. His fingertips were relentless as they teased her aching clitoris and her smooth hips responded helplessly to his touch with tiny, thrusting movements.

His lips now left her breasts, his mouth travelling upwards to meet her welcoming lips. As his soft lips touched hers, her perky breasts pressed tightly against his muscular chest, her nipples deliciously digging into his hard flesh. He sensually kissed and licked around her red lips, his hard tongue parting them before slithering into her mouth. Her breath was warm and soft and he heard her moan as she pulled his head to hers for a second lingering kiss.

As she did, she felt him ease one of his knees between her smooth thighs, his stroking hands pulling her onto him so that her inflamed vulva pressed against his upper leg. Peggy realised that despite herself she was responding, moving her hips in tiny, circular motions against his thick thigh. Her twin labial lips and her hard clitoris were gliding deliciously over the now soaked crotch of her bikini bottoms, almost of their own volition.

She tried to hold still but it was a hopeless task and she immediately started sliding against him again, ashamed but unable to stop herself. Their tongues entwined as Peggy thrust herself on him, her lips desperately sucking in his, taking his thick lower lip between her teeth and gently biting on it. Her hands were locked around his thick neck, pulling him into her urgent kisses, now running the tip of her tongue across his inner lips.

She could feel his huge manhood pressing eagerly into her bare, flat stomach and she whimpered as he pulled away, attempting to hold his head with her arms. But as he ducked down underneath her hands, she realised he had simply repositioned himself so that he could hook his thumbs into her bottoms and slide then down and away from her legs.

His deft hands slid back up along her inner thighs and parted them effortlessly and as Peggy closed her eyes, she felt the soft stubble of his chin slide between her shapely legs. His mouth closed on her glistening vulva, savouring the sight of the thick, black, heart shaped pubic hair seconds before his nose nuzzled into this tiny, soft nest and his eager lips spread over her exposed labia.

She whimpered involuntarily as she felt his mouth part her glistening lips and his tongue slide into her soft, pink vulva, gliding ly into her responding body. His big hands stroked her curvy hips, his tongue sliding and swimming in her tight, hot core.

Her painted, red fingernails dug into his hair as his long, hard tongue pleasured her, running in circular motions until he felt her rough-textured bump. He swirled his tongue over and around her sweet sex-button, her curvy thighs pressed tight against his ears. Her clitoral hood opened and her tiny pink clitoris slithered to meet his lips as they teasing the hard nubbin to full, aching attention.

Peggy's could feel her excitement mounting as she was expertly stimulated, her breath coming in quick, rhythmic gasps of arousal. She knew this was all wicked and so very wrong, yet was also aware that as he continued working at her like this, she was beginning to uncontrollably spiral upwards towards her climax.

As his mouth pleasured her clitoris he brushed a probing finger over and around her G-spot, resulting in an immediate increase in her hip movements as she thrust rhythmically against his mouth and working finger. She was moaning aloud now, so close to losing control. With her inhibitions completely gone, she undulated against him as she urged him to finish her off.

"That's so good," she whispered longingly. "Make me cum, Loncraine.... please!"

Relishing the control he had over her body, Loncraine increased the pace of his tongue over her crimson clitoris and at the same time, continued to tease her swollen G-spot with his eager-to-please fingertip. Her hips were now gyrating urgently on his face as she gasped with helpless excitement. Her pupils were dilating into huge saucers behind her flickering eyelids as she thrust herself against him, whimpering with agonised relief as she passed the point of no return.

She convulsed as her orgasm took her, an anguished cry escaping her red, sensuous lips and she felt his strong hands gripping her heaving hips tightly, holding his mouth to her until her spasms subsided and her breathing eventually began to return to normal.

"So good, Peggy," he softly whispered. "So good!"

She felt him move away, and opened her eyes to see what his intentions were.

"My turn," he instructed.

He stood up and quickly unbuttoned the top button of his shorts, staring at her through lustful eyes, sending out his silent instructions. Her mind understood his requirements and she slowly reached out and pulled down the zip, pushing the shorts down his body. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. Underneath he was naked and she gasped at the sight of his huge manhood springing eagerly forward, the heavy black shaft pulsing with arousal.

Unable to stop herself, she eased her head forward and lowered her red lips to his eagerly waiting manhood. She moved closer, attempting to wrap her small, right hand around the impressively thick, black shaft. He was so big that she had to raise herself slightly so that she could get her lips around him. She closed her eyes as she felt the thick head slide into her mouth and she began to suck on it hard and quick, moving her head up and down as she traced her tongue over his taut foreskin.

She heard Loncraine give a soft moan and suitably encouraged, slid her willing lips down the length of the impressive weapon, determined to please him in the same way he had just pleasured her. She dipped her head further to allow her to take the thick, bulbous head deep into her mouth, sucking him inside and running her tongue over his foreskin. He moaned as he gripped her silken hair.

Reaching one hand down, she fondled his testicles lightly with her fingers, feeling his shaft expand in her mouth from her unexpected touch and as she felt him throb she knew he was close to his climax. Her cheeks were billowing as she expertly took him to orgasm, feeling his hands grasp her hair more tightly as he splashed into her waiting mouth, her sweet throat eagerly sucking down his offering.

His body shuddered three, four times as he moaned out, her fingertips digging into his naked thighs and her mouth refusing to leave him until he finished jerking and she had taken all he could offer. Her delicious lips and tongue remained on him until she was certain that she had accepted everything he had to offer.

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Charles and Venus...

Charles had to wait a few minutes until Venus arrived, but when she did, he realised she had been more than worth waiting for. She wore a very short, pleated, white skirt that showed off her shapely legs to absolute perfection and her white cotton t-shirt somehow clung to her curves, and picked up every contour of her body. The outfit provided a superb contrast to her soft, shining, black skin and perfectly accentuated her voluptuous thrusting cleavage.

Charles stared in awe at the vision and immediately felt his penis stirring in his shorts. His discomfort was immediately obvious to Venus, who curtsied.

"I see we approve?" she laughed.

She looked him straight in the eyes, smiled and turned to walk to the court. They were alone and immediately began their knockabout. Charles was finding it difficult to concentrate as Venus put on a show for him, the cotton material shimmering over her voluptuous breasts as she went for each shot, and as she reached for some shots she ensured he got a wonderful view of the smooth flesh of her legs.

Venus served first and as she reached up to hit the first ball, the front of her skirt lifted in the slight breeze. Charles gasped as he saw the beautiful sight of her high cut, white panties and the ball whizzed past him for a winner.

"Hmmm, I see we are going to have to concentrate," she shouted, giggling across the opposite side of the net.

He wrenched his mind back to reality as she served again, and this time it was her diamond belly button stud on her flat stomach that took his eye as her cotton top ran up her body. The ball fizzed past him and hit the fencing behind. Slightly embarrassed, he went to retrieve the ball, but quickly found that the situation did not improve.

In fact, as the match continued, both of them became hotter with their exertions, compounded by the heat and humidity and the cotton material of Venus's shirt clung even more visibly to the damp flesh of her breasts and stomach. There was simply no opportunity for Charles to concentrate, especially as his teasing opponent appeared to take great delight in emphasising every movement of her delicious body.

On every changeover they drank plenty of water and Charles could visibly see her hard, dark nipples through the now mostly wet, cotton fabric. She had him exactly where she wanted and pounded him 6-0 in the first set. He had managed to get off a few good shots, but she was able to return most of them, and even had he been able to concentrate, the quality of her play was a surprise to him.

"I'll tell you what," she sultrily whispered as she leaned against him at the start of the second set, "Why don't we make a little wager? If I win this set, I get whatever I want. And if you win you get what you want."

He knew there was little chance of him winning but was unwilling to indicate that he was scared to meet her challenge, so agreed with a false display of bravado.

"No matter what it is?" she asked.

He laughed. "Well, within reason!"

Venus slowly shook her head. "No, Charles, a bet is a bet. No compromises."

He looked at her mocking face for a moment, her black eyebrow raised. He nodded, albeit against his better judgement.

She laughed and walked around to hug him, pressing her voluptuous figure against his obvious hardness, and her eyes twinkled as she wished him luck.

Charles attempted to concentrate, but every time she made a suggestive comment, or lingered while bending down to pick up a ball, the effect would affect his concentration and cause him to lose a point. He could not help but stare at her sweat covered body, her top even more moulded to her breasts as their sweating increased.

He paused midway through the set and gathered his wits, attempting to focus on the task in hand. He made an extra effort to focus and after a while, began to feel he was beginning to conquer the distractions. It was then that Venus stopped play for a moment.

"This is ridiculous," she laughed. "It's like I'm playing tennis whilst taking part in a Miss Wet T-shirt competition!"

Charles had no intention of complaining, but gallantly asked, "Did you bring another top?"

She shook her head, her soft, brown eyes shining at him. "No, but I can't go on like this," she laughed.

Charles sighed to himself, sad that it was the end of the show. "Guess you'll just have to concede," he said, laughing.

"Yeah, right," she responded.

She handed Charles her racquet and before he could react, she had pulled her t-shirt over her head, her full breasts bouncing in front of his eyes even in her sports bra.

He felt his throat constrict at the sight, and felt Venus take her racquet from his hands as his eyes ogled her voluptuous cleavage and the hard, chocolate brown nipples peeking through. He wondered how it would feel to take them in his mouth, and then shook his head to clear the thought.

"Better take a drink of water," she teased. "Your throat looks dry."

He failed to win another point. The sight of her perfect breasts bouncing every time she hit a shot was simply too much and there was a time when he thought that if his rigid weapon brushed against the inside of his shorts one more time then the friction created, combined with the sight of Venus's half naked body, would see him embarrass himself by cumming right there and then.

All too quickly, the set and match was over. This time he had won two games.

"Well I guess I won," she said smiling. "I'll let you know what my prize is."

Charles raised his eyebrows. "Prize?"

"That's right. You haven't forgotten our bet?"

He had. Seeing her like this was prize enough for him.

"I'll think of something really special, don't you worry!" she grinned.

She looked at her watch. They had been playing for an hour and a half. That should have been long enough for her father to 'entertain' Peggy. She momentarily wondered how he had fared with Charles' wife and smiled to herself as she thought that if his seduction had not gone well, she might well try herself.

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