~  Bad Girls Need More Flexitime!  ~

"And you must be Kelle."

"I've never done this before," she replied, and immediately thought that the gloriously sexy creature in the doorway - silky chestnut hair coiffed in a stylish bob; eyes flickering in an appraisal she couldn't be bothered to hide - must think her hopelessly small-town.

"So how do you feel?"

"A little nervous."

"Curious?"

"Yes."

"Sluttish?"  She opened her eyes slightly wider and smiled a bit, to which (as she had calculated would happen) Kelle instantly warmed.

Kelle nodded, a girly grin creasing her mouth.

"Well then," said Mona, stepping aside and sipping her Cosmopolitan, "you should come in."

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Kelle dropped her handbag on the sofa and looked around the room.  It was decorated in the nouveau-minimalist style - a basic motif of neutral beiges, with splashes of colour provided by the maroon and burgundy furniture.  Still unsure of herself, she decided to remark on the dˇcor as a means of breaking the ice, and turned to face her companion for the next hour.  Mona, however, had the drop on her guest - she unfastened the cord of her silk dressing gown and in one graceful movement let it slide off her shoulders and onto the carpeted floor.  It fell silently around her stilettos for her to stand with hands on hips - serene, relaxed, utterly aware of her sexuality.  Kelle felt her heart quickening and she allowed her eyes to run along Mona's body.  She was slender but not thin: C-cup breasts pouting over a flawless belly that curved with the understated muscle tone of a casual aerobicist; smooth hips framing a crotch that was shaven completely smooth - Kelle thrilled at the sight! - and tapering into elegant legs.

"It really wouldn't do to waste any time," said Mona, stepping forward and placing a lithe hand on Kelle's breast, "as I have a pressing," she squeezed gently, and Kelle's nipple hardened in response, "engagement."  She looked Kelle deliberately in the eye.  Kelle's own eyelids hooded ever so slightly as her last inhibition evaporated.  The last thought in her mind before Mona kissed her was the anonymous personal ad that had occupied her thoughts for over a week before she had finally worked up the courage to reply.

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"You're already quite wet," said Mona approvingly, massaging Kelle's pussy with dextrous fingers, "but I'm going to have to eat you out anyway."  She bobbed her head and commenced with long, slow, probing licks, pushing the tip of her insistent feline tongue as far into Kelle's slick slot as she possibly could, all the while continuing to palpate the folds of her labia.  Kelle could still taste grapefruit, the legacy of Mona's cocktail-tinged kiss, as she lay back on the big double-bed, holding her own ankles and feeling absolutely giddy at the thought of how she was behaving!  She felt utterly naked and exposed to this sex queen - while millions of unsmiling Londoners hurried about their working lives and watched their days tick routinely by, she was spending her lunch break getting tongued by a whore-stranger in a hotel!

The realisation was speeding up the onset of her climax and Mona must have detected this, because she suddenly pulled up from Kelle's sopping cunt.  She licked her lips as a cat might, a cat that had just feasted on the most tender fillet of salmon.

"Don't stop!" pleaded Kelle, her hips twitching involuntarily.

"Don't tell me what to do," replied Mona evenly.  "In fact, as punishment, take this."  She walked up the bed and squatted down to rub her own pussy over Kelle's face.  Kelle breathed deep the rich aroma of Mona's sex and moaned as an ache emanated from her own core in response, the ache of a pussy primed.  Once, twice Mona rutted Kelle's nose with her hairless quim before standing up as abruptly as she had ceased her cunnilingus.  She stepped off the bed and opened the bedside drawer to extract a two-foot-long double-headed dildo - flexible, translucent, navy blue.  Mona slipped one end into her mouth to lube it up as she walked back around to kneel at the foot of the bed.

"And now take this."  With one hand she parted Kelle's pussy lips, gave her clit a little nibble, just to elicit a shudder, and then guided the wet end of the dildo inside.  Kelle gasped as the fucktoy stretched her fuckhole, a plastic probing of her pussy.  Mona pressed down with one hand on Kelle's belly and fucked her slow and deep, moving the dildo in and out with a regular stroke.  Kelle felt her orgasm renewing its approach as Mona again bobbed her head to suckle at the Kelle-clit.

But once more - maddeningly so! - she halted her oral ministrations, this time to move her mouth to the other end of the dildo, again to lube it up.  When she was satisfied with the preparation, she again climbed up onto the bed and crawled over Kelle, pulling the dildo into a U-shape.  Kelle felt its exquisite pressure on her clitoris.

"I call him Deep Blue," whispered Mona, her mouth centimetres from Kelle's, her hand back between her legs, her eyes glazing as she guided the other end of the toy into her own pussy.  She sank down and pushed the mound of her pussy onto Kelle's.  Instinctively, Kelle tilted her pelvis upwards to wrap her legs around Mona's waist and kiss her searchingly.  Thus fucked the two women, their cunts conjoined by the flexing toy, sexual electricity coursing from one core to another via the translucent phallus.  Now Kelle's climax was unstoppable - she shuddered into a cumquake, her tits quivering against Mona's, delectable sex-voltage jolting throughout her body.  "Ohhhhhh..." she moaned.

Mona pulled back and sat up to straddle Kelle, watching the orgasmic wench beneath her like a hawk as she ground her clit against Kelle's black pubic fur, the dildo still buried deep within both pussies.  Mona kept her own orgasm more discreet, savouring the sensation almost silently, a sharp intake of breath the only signal she emitted as her cunt clamped down on Deep Blue.  These lunchtime adventures made the deathly dull office day so much more tolerable...

*       *       *       *       *

Kelle lay sprawled out upon the crumpled bed linen, spent, utterly fucked out.  Mona was dressing quickly, efficiently.  Kelle watched her in dreamy admiration.  What a confident Sex Goddess she was.  I could learn from her, thought Kelle.

"Checkout by six," said Mona, all business and picking up her 'gym' bag.  "Room's paid for, but if you order any room service," Mona paused for emphasis, "you'll have to settle that yourself.  DonÕt feel obliged to rush off."

Kelle wondered what she meant.  "Are you coming back?"

"No.  But you should order some room service.  Make sure Mal brings it up."  She smirked enigmatically and lit a cigarette, nonchalantly tossing the used match onto the coffee table, and judging the weight of her throw perfectly for it to settle right next to the "Thank You For Not Smoking" signette.  And with that she was gone, through the door and back into the world.

"You forgot your dildo!" called Kelle, waving it after Mona, and just as quickly hiding it back under the sheets in case anyone in the corridor had heard (Mona had left the door open).  She scampered across the room to shut the door.

As soon as it was closed, Kelle gathered her thoughts.  She looked at the dildo in her hand.  I've just fucked a complete stranger, I'm reeking of sex, I'm in a paid-up hotel room and I really don't feel like going back to work right now. I think I'll...

She picked up the phone and called into her office.  Dave picked up on the second ring.  "Oh hullo, Kel."

"Yeah, hi.  Listen, Dave, I'm going to be a little late getting back.  My, uh, plane ticket is taking a bit longer than I expected."

"Plane ticket?  I thought you were buying a new dress."

"Yeah, that too.  Anyway, I'll just take an hour's flexitime."  Kelle flopped Deep Blue around in her other hand, giggling inwardly at the irony - flexitime for a flexitoy.  "Cover for me, okay?"

"Sure, Kel.  Anything."

Kelle grimaced.  Dave was still keen on her, despite her continued rebuffs, but she nevertheless hung up with a "Thanks, sweetheart" which, subconsciously, she knew would reinforce whatever meagre hopes he nurtured.

Mona had completely dominated her during their thirty-minute tryst, but the little power play with Dave left Kelle feeling in control again.  She was also feeling hungry, so she picked up the phone again and dialled 4.

"Good afternoon, room service, how may we help you?"

"Could I have a club sandwich, please?  In room, uh, four-oh-three.  And some orange juice."

"Certainly, ma'am.  That'll be about five minutes.  Anything else?"

"No- um, hang on.  Can you send Mal up with my order?"

The guy on the other end paused for a second.  "Sure," he said, sounding a tad bemused.

"Thanks."  Kelle hung up and looked around the hotel room, taking a moment to ponder what a slut she was becoming.  It's like I'm a completely different person in this alien place... She unlocked the door and scampered back into bed, her pussy tingling in anticipation.

*       *       *       *       *

Two knocks.  "Room service.  Mal here," announced a disembodied baritone, its elocution marking the speaker as an Australian.

"It's open!" called Kelle.

"Okay!" he replied.

The instant Mal walked in Kelle knew exactly what Mona had been talking about.  He looked like a rugby player.  Or a bodybuilder.  Or just a big fucking brute bear of a man.  His hair was blond, curly and unruly, and his smoothly-shaven jaw was square.  Underneath his neatly pressed dress shirt, muscles were rippling, the contours of his arms clearly visible through his sleeves.  The buttons on his waistcoat were straining against his taut abs and pectorals, and a tapered waist swelled out into powerful thighs, his quadriceps again barely contained by his black trousers.  Kelle was sitting up in the bed, holding the top sheet up to conceal her chest whilst simultaneously supporting her boobs.  She felt her nipples stiffening to push out against the linen.  The angle of Mal's gaze suggested he was checking out her cleavage.  He balanced the tray on one hand at shoulder level, thus flexing a bicep.

"I've never heard the name Mal before," said Kelle.

"It means bad in France."

"Are you a rugby player?"

"Aussie Rules," replied Mal.  "Suppose you tell me why you asked for me specifically?"

"A friend of mine recommended it."

"Good thing it was me who answered the phone," he grinned, "or the game would've been up."  He placed the tray on the coffee table.  "So, did you want this sandwich now or later?"

Kelle let the sheet fall and lay back against the pillows.  "Lock the door."

*       *       *       *       *

For the second time in an hour Kelle was on her back with legs spread wide and a stranger lapping at her sex, but this time it was a male butterfly dipping into her pussy nectar.  Kelle was feasting on the sight of his chiselled back, perfectly symmetrical musculature running into the tightest ass she had ever seen.

Mal pulled back ever so slightly and inhaled luxuriantly.  "You smell like fucking," he announced.

"Shut up," said Kelle, grabbing two fistfuls of tousled blond hair and pulling him back onto her gaping vagina.  He went obediently back to work but only managed another couple of tongue strokes before Kelle issued another instruction.  "Let me see your long cock," she decreed, and finding that she was developing a liking for giving orders to this toyboy.

Mal walked up around the bed.  He was naked except for his bowtie, which Kelle had decided she wanted him to keep wearing.  He stood at bedside, presenting a mighty erection to the woman below.

Kelle took slow hold of his prick, feeling her fingers wrapping around the shaft, exploring by touch.  He was rock hard, warm, thick.  She wanked him a couple of slow strokes, savouring the sensation of his soft outer skin moving over the engorged tissue beneath.  He moaned softly in approval as she squeezed a little tighter, massaging him, palpating his prick, detecting the ridges of his tool-texture.  A drop of pre-come appeared from the bulbous purple head and Kelle nimbly collected it with the tip of her tongue.  Mal moaned again as she sucked on his tip, still holding him tight in one hand whilst softly stroking his balls with the other.  She thrilled at the feel of his wiry blond pubes, and how his sack tightened and relaxed in response to her touch.  "Suck it..." he breathed.

Kelle looked up at him, her eyes running over his tight stomach and up to his face.  She took more of his cock in her mouth, but it was just too big for her to swallow him completely.  The glazing of his eyes, though, made it quite clear that the mouthfuck she was delivering was definitely good enough.  Kelle felt at once both smug and afire.  She sucked down hard to end the blowjob with a flourish, but before he could come in her mouth; she needed him hard for a while longer.  "I want you in another hole now," she said, pushing him away.

Mal mounted her gracefully and in one slow, smooth motion guided his hot, fat cock into her warm, wet pussy.  Kelle gasped as she felt her fuckhole stretching to its limit and beyond - she started coming almost immediately, primed first by Mona and now taken by this Antipodean fuckstud.  The sensation of long, hard Sampson-meat moving inside her channel of Delilah while two heavily muscled arms, braced against the bed on either side of her face like pillars to support her fucker, prevented her from squirming, was too much for her to resist...  With each thrust Mal pushed steadily further, further, further in, until his balls bumped up against her ass...  Kelle couldn't believe she had taken him all the way in... She was elevated to a plane of continual climax as her cunt clasped and spasmed around Mal's giant prick, each wave of orgasm initiating another.  Eventually she had to bite down on one of his forearms, moaning helplessly in desperate pleasure.

Mal's thrusts were becoming more vigorous.  "I'm gonna come," he breathed.

"No!"  Kelle pushed at his barrel chest, but couldn't budge him, he was just too heavy and she was just too weak from her extended orgasm.

"Why not?"  Mal stopped thrusting; he sounded genuinely puzzled.

"I want you to fuck me again.  Just... give me a minute."

Mal groaned.  "Great.  A cocktease."  He rolled off Kelle and flopped onto the bed beside her looking frustrated.

Quick as a flash, Kelle straddled his waist.  "Oh, don't be such a grump."  She braced her hands on his chest and pushed her pussy back against the tip of his cock.  "Since you really rang my bell, I'm thinking I'll let you fuck me in the ass..."  She allowed her voice to trail off with a coquettish tilt of her head.

"Oh, don't tease..."

"You wanna do me in the back?"  Kelle rubbed her pussy along Mal's cock, up and down so that his tip moved from one hole to the other.  Each time it reached her back end, she would press down a little harder, just a little taster.

"Oh yeah..."  Mal's eyes were glazing again.  Kelle felt him slipping under her feminine spell once more.

"Yeah?"  She pushed down again, but still denied him proper access.

"Unnnnhhhh..."

Kelle reached forward to his neck to unfasten his bowtie, dipping so that her tits brushed his face.  Mal sucked on one of her stiff nipples.  "Okay, Mr Bad Boy, you can get in my ass.  But I want to tie you up first."  She showed him the bowtie.  "Put your hands above your head."

Mal did as he was told.  Kelle looped the bowtie through the slats of the headboard and then around his wrists, tying a fast knot to bind him to the bed.  When she was satisfied he wasn't going anywhere, she stood up over him, pinching her nipples and gyrating her hips in a teasing play.  Mal looked up at her cunt, directly above his face.

"I've got a very wet pussy," said Kelle, moving a hand down there to splay her engorged lips and show her captive just how wet she was.  "You did that."  She slipped two fingers inside, fucking herself before his very eyes.  "You made me come.  A lot.  Really relaxed me."

Mal made a meaningful little movement with his hips.

"Don't get impatient.  Just look at my cunt.  See how my juices are running all down my fingers."  She extracted her fingers from her quim and bent forward to place them in Mal's mouth for him to suck them dry.  "That's right.  You like?  Oh, I'm feeling really, really relaxed.  I think... I... ohhhh... I gotta mark my territory."

Mal twisted his mouth away from Kelle's fingers.  "What?"

Kelle bent her knees slightly.  "Here it comes..."

"What??!  Ah, no way!  Fuck!"  Kelle's urine dropped in a light stream onto his chest.  "Aaarrgggh, fuck, shit!"  Mal writhed against his binding but couldn't twist free.  "Fuck!  Bitch!  Bitch!!!"

Kelle wore an expression of serene contentment.  "Oh, that feels good."  She jiggled her hips to shake the last drops out.

Mal's face was a picture of disgust.

"Well, I'm glad you've still got a hard on," remarked Kelle.  "Perhaps you actually like golden showers."

"Fuck you."

"Now now."  Kelle hopped off the bed and walked around to the foot.  She daintily took his cock between a thumb and two fingers and guided it to her mouth.

Mal looked away in fury.

Kelle sucked down hard and oralised him for all she was worth, moving up and down his shaft like a wannabe porn queen on the casting couch.  Mal shut his eyes tight, trying to deny Kelle the satisfaction of getting him off, but even the acrid odour of her piss in his nostrils couldn't distract him from the brilliant mouthfuck he was receiving.  When she started to wank him off as well the combined sensations took him over the edge.  He came with a grunt.  Kelle felt the twitch of his cock and took the first jet of his splooge in her mouth - she did feel obliged - but pulled back for the rest, watching in fascination as it arced through the air to splatter onto Mal's chest and neck.

"Was that nice?"

"Piss off."

"I already did," she giggled.

"Very fucking funny."  Mal sounded furious.  "Untie me."

"Ask me nicely," said Kelle, rinsing her mouth with some orange juice.

"Fuck you."

Kelle started dressing.  "I've really got to get back to work.  I completely lost track of the time."

"Untie me!  Shit, this stinks."

Kelle sniffed.  "Oh, yeah, I had asparagus for lunch.  Good thing I ordered that club sandwich, though.  I'm hungry again."  She started munching on it.

"Bitch.  Untie me!"  He struggled against the bond but still couldn't get free.

"I can't - the knot's too tight, I'll break a nail."  Kelle dropped Deep Blue in her handbag as a keepsake and checked her inky black hair in the mirror.  It was all tousled: 'I-had-sex' hair.  She bent to kiss Mal on the forehead.  "You can keep my panties as a memento if you want.  Bye bye."

"Hey!"  He started to sound a bit panicky.  "How am I gonna get out of here?"

Kelle paused on the way to the door.  "Good point.  I know..."  She picked up the phone and dialled 4.  "Hello, room service?  Can I have some pita bread and cream of asparagus dip in room four-oh-three, please?  Thanks."  She hung up.  "Someone'll be up shortly to untie you.  Bye, sweetie."

"Hey!  Hey, you bitch!  Come back!"

Kelle stepped out of Room 403 and back into the world, just as Mona had - an experience older, an experience wiser, an experience wilder.  She slipped a hand into her bag to caress Deep Blue and smiled lusciously to herself.

~  Fin  ~

© Basil von Geusau 2007

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