Authors: Astrid Lee Donovan
Her hands now swept to her inner thighs and pulled up on her jeans letting the seam of her crotch press into her swelling nub.
Unable to hold off on this gentle petting, Celia unbuttoned her jeans and slid a hand down to her crotch. Just as her fingers spread the wet lips she heard the distinctive zoom of a camera barrel. A-ha! She knew it.
With renewed vigor, Celia slipped her fingers around her clit engorging the sensitive bean.
Turned on by her secret voyeur, Celia released her hand and slipped off the jeans and blouse to reveal her matching black satin bra and panty set.
Diving her hand back under the panties, Celia tickled and massaged her throbbing wetness while she sucked on her other fingers. The whirring of the camera was turning her on; she knew he had to be focusing on her touches and getting hard.
Celia paused; the attendant had mentioned the shower pressure earlier, the bathroom was probably his favorite location.
Removing her hands, Celia made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower taps of the dual bath and shower, giving the water a few moments to heat up.
She left the bathroom door open, slipped her bra and panties off and continued with her masturbation. She heard another whir of a camera lens letting her know she had picked the right location. As if preparing for a peep show, Celia hiked one leg on to the toilet seat and positioned herself so she could look directly at the sink mirror and see her slickening pussy as she fingered herself. Aroused, she pulled her hand away, sucked her juicy fingers and then plunged them into her pulsing hole, the bathroom resounding with the wet slurping of her finger play.
A fine bead of sweat had arisen on her body, so Celia removed her fingers and stepped into the bathtub, directly underneath the shower spray. She needed to calm her body, even for a moment, and so she lathered the guest soap and began to massage her body again, paying particular attention to her breasts.
Before long, she rinsed her hands and brought them back to her throbbing centre, again listening for the appreciative zoom of the various secret cameras positioned within the bathroom.
The showerhead was detachable, so she eased the head off the arm and adjusted the pressure to a powerful stream and brought it down her body. Getting to the pussy lips, she pulled them apart and brought the powerful jet to her clit, jolts of power slamming into her body with such ferocity that she called out in ecstasy. The stream thrummed her body, her pussy ached with need; it was time to bring it up a level.
“Oh, Ian, yes, Ian, oh yes!” she called into the bathroom. She guessed that Ian was sitting in his room next door and would bound to hear her even if the cameras didn’t pick up on the sound.
For a minute she continued with her moaning and water-powered masturbation, the jets were definitely about to push her over the edge. But, there was no knock on her door and there was no concerned call on her service phone. She was going to have to be direct.
Turning off the taps, Celia replaced the showerhead, grabbed a short towel and walked back into the bedroom leaving a set of wet footprints.
She laid back on the bed, bent her knees and slunk one hand back into her engorged pussy while the other picked up the motel phone and called reception.
After an unusual amount of rings Ian picked up, “Um, yes, hello?” his breath was rushed.
“I need a hand with something Ian, do you mind… coming over to give me a hand?”
“Oh, um, I’m, um… is it an emergency?” his voice was wavering.
“Things are a bit wet… I think I might need your capable hands on this,” she plunged her fingers into her slit and let a quiet moan escape into the phone, “Can you come?”
After a muttered yes the phone clicked onto the receiver and she dropped the phone back into its cradle, her fingers soaked in her glistening juices.
After an unusual wait, there was a knock at her door. Celia shimmied off the bed and still wrapped in her towel opened the door.
Ian stood with a toolkit held in front of his crotch, a red blotching trailing up his neck. He tried not to look at Celia’s glistening skin.
“You - you rang?”
“Oh yes, please, come in Ian,” Ian stepped awkwardly into the room and Celia closed the door gently, “I have an issue that I’m sure you can help me resolve,”
Ian turned just in time to come nose-to-nose with his guest. Celia took the toolbox and pulled it out of his hands, letting Ian’s stiffening pants press against her damp towel.
Celia dropped the box onto the dresser and then took one of Ian’s hands, guiding it up her waist then back down under the towel, over her damp thigh and to the wet coils of her triangle.
“This needs your attention, Ian,” she whispered.
Ian’s hand reached forward and massaged her groin in a ‘come hither’ motion, his fingertips running over her clit deliciously.
Celia unzipped his fly and found, to her surprise, that he wasn’t wearing underwear. The red and pulsating cock sprung from its entrapment and Celia wrapped her hands around its length and began pumping him appreciatively.
“You’ve been a naughty boy Ian,” Celia’s voice was husky with arousal, “I heard what you were doing, and even though I called out for you, you never came,”
She clicked her tongue in mock disappointment and squeezed a little tighter on his long cock. Ian groaned and gave his hips a small thrust.
“You are such a naughty boy getting me all wet and slippery. I think I deserve a little recompense,” she held his cock and with her other hand gently eased him close to her pussy. Leading him by the cock, she took him to the bed and motioned for him to lie down.
“Oh, I can’t. This is mother’s bedspread,” Ian looked horrified.
“I don’t think she’ll notice,” Celia motioned again.
“But… I mustn’t, this temptation…”
Celia dropped her towel, fell to her knees and slid Ian’s cock into her mouth.
The cock jerked excitedly in her mouth, and she swirled her mouth around its length before pulling away and looking up at the motel operator.
“Alright you naughty boy, it’s time for your punishment. Take your pants off and get on the bed,”
Ian fumbled with the button and let his corduroys fall before clambering onto the bed, sending the springs creaking.
Celia climbed on top and was on all fours over his trembling body, Ian’s cock standing to attention like a third leg.
Her full breasts hung deliciously over Ian’s face. Ian’s eyes followed them hungrily.
“Would my naughty boy like to taste my tits?”
Ian gave a tiny nod, “Okay naughty boy, lick my tit,”
Ian’s head came up off the pillow and he ran his tongue over her breast, starting from the cup and working his way up to the nipple.
“Now, suck,” she commanded as Ian opened his mouth and let Celia’s chocolate nipple slide into his salivating mouth, he sucked on it hungrily, making Celia’s insides flip and writhe with pleasure.
“Now stop, my naughty boy,” Celia maneuvered backward, until she could feel Ian’s rigid cock twitching underneath the thickened lips of her labia.
“I’m going to ride your cock until I’m done Ian, and you are not allowed to come until I tell you, understand?” Celia was using her best schoolteacher voice. Ian trembled underneath her and gave another nod.
Easing herself down, she let Ian’s swollen head peel apart her thick lips and push at the entrance to her slit. Sitting a little heavier, she pressed down on the plum head and with a slurp her pussy enveloped the ridge. Teasing with her hips, Celia eased up and down on the head, her g-spot overflowing with juice so it trickled down Ian’s veiny length. Ian clenched his hands into the bedspread and grunted with the effort of holding his come.
Inch by throbbing inch, Celia eased her hips down onto Ian until his wiry public hair roughed her pulsing clit.
His cock was longer than she expected, and he was pressed all the way back into her cervix.
Grinding slowly forward and back, Celia rode the throbbing cock getting faster with each other thrust; the bed springs squealing with the effort.
Breasts swinging free, Celia grasped onto her chest and let her hips rock with freedom. The rigidness spreading her pussy lips and forcing her centre to gush with juice.
“You are such a naughty boy, getting your guests all wet and horny. Do you enjoy getting horny?”
Ian squeezed his eyes shut, and gasped his answer back, “Yes, oh my god yes, I get horny all the time but mother won’t let me date,”
“Are you a naughty boy to your mother?”
“Yes…” he moaned, “I steal panties…”
Celia smiled wickedly, clenched her pussy and gave Ian’s cock a deep squeeze that sent him bucking beneath her.
“Ah-ah, Ian, remember the deal…” Celia continued rocking, “Oh Ian, your long cock is pressed all the way up inside me… Can you feel yourself deep inside me?”
“Fu--- yes, I’m all tight inside you… you are so wet…”
“I’m going to come Ian, so you must remember to stay hard for me, I’m going to ride your rigid cock all the way.”
Ian grunted and clawed on to the bed as Celia’s rhythm picked up, this time her slit clamping and releasing Ian’s dick with her thrusts.
With Ian’s wiry fuzz of hair roughly rubbing against her clit, Celia felt the unmistakable opening and drenching of a full-blown orgasm. Her pussy relaxed and she slid further down Ian’s long cock and the pressure on her love-spot increased tenfold. With a flurry of violent thrusts, Celia felt a hot gush of juice squirt onto Ian’s lap as she came to the throws of her rolling ecstasy.
Ian had stayed true to her word and had not come and was still as hard as an 18 year old.
“Now Ian, I’m going to turn around and finish you off,”
Sliding her pulsating pussy off of his cock, she swiveled to face away from Ian and slid his ample cock back inside her. This time, she perched forwards to give Ian the best view of her voluptuous derriere.
Leaning onto her hands, Celia threaded the cock in and out of her slit.
“Oh my…” Ian began.
“What do you see honey?”
“Your… your… hole is just swallowing my cock, and it’s… it’s so wet,”
“That’s a good boy, you keep watching,”
Celia increased her bobbing, and played with dropping her hips down to swallow the length and just teasing the swollen plum head.
Ian’s hands began to rove over her butt cheeks, pinching and slapping the tight skin as she moved. His fingers then wandered to her pussy, and as she slid down, Ian’s slipped a finger along with his cock into her slit.
Celia groaned and ground her hips down.
Lifting back up, Ian removed his finger and played with the skin that led to her bottom. With every drop of her hips Ian’s finger moved closer and closer to her anus.
“Have you got something naughty planned?” she called over her shoulder.
This time, as she dropped, Ian slipped his wet finger into her tight hole, sending a whole new sensation of fullness running up her spine.
Lifting her hips, Ian led her slide to his smallest knuckle before she came back down again to engulf not just his cock, but also his fat finger.
Moaning with awakened arousal, Celia renewed her pumping.
Ian’s breathing quickened, and he dug his remaining fingers into Celia’s gorgeous ass.
Bursting with her second orgasm, Celia propped herself up a little higher and plunged madly with her hips, letting her clutching muscles squeeze down on the throbbing penis and Ian’s thick knuckle.
With an animal cry, Celia came again, letting another river of juice course down Ian’s cock. Watching Celia’s juice flow over his length, Ian’s balls tightened. He removed his finger from Celia’s ass, pulled her hips down on his jerking cock, and yelled as if in pain as a thick shot of his pent-up come slammed into her cervix and squirted out onto his lap.
Celia collapsed forwards and slid her pulsing pussy off Ian’s spent cock, “That, Ian, was the best hotel service I have ever had.”
*****
After Ian left her alone in the room, Celia showered and riffled through her belongings to find a decorative box.
Celia pulled the box’s bow free and eased off the lid to reveal several layers of white tissue.
Beneath the tissue laid her costume - a spectacular arrangement of deep crimson, gold and black soft leather. She couldn’t wait to put it on.
*****
An official sounding rat-a-tat on her door told Celia her ride was here. She had just finished curling her glossy locks into long, soft romantic curls, and was finishing her eye makeup.
The assistant, Diane, was impeccable in appearance. She wore what could only be called a medieval interpretation of her Greek goddess namesake: a woods woman costume with a layered brown and eggshell blue knee-length tunic that was tied at the chest, soft leather knee-high boots and brown leather forearm guards, her ashen blonde hair pulled into a loose side plait.
Diane beamed when she saw Celia, “I was told you were a stunner, but no one prepared me for this,” Diane whistled.
Gathering her bags, Celia did one final sweep of the room before heading to Trent’s car, the costume giving her ample insulation against the autumn chill.