Chapter 161 - The thrill of s.e.x.u.a.lly arousing herself as her voyeur watches on

Let me watch you. I wanna see what a bad girl you are.

The request had arrived just days ago on Sophia's mobile. A flirtation at work had blossomed into something she'd never imagined, complete with a proposition. One she'd all too eagerly agreed to. She now sat in a dimly lit hotel room. Outside, the city bustled with people mingling around on the streets, and every one of them oblivious to her evening plans.

Tonight, here, she could shed the good girl persona and become who she really was. The person only he knew. Excitement coursed through her veins, melting between her t.h.i.g.hs. He wasn't even there yet, and her body was already buzzing.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in." She waited, poised on the bed in nothing but her lingerie.

His frame almost filled the doorway when he sauntered in. Lean waist, but shoulders so broad and masculine. A tailored suit clung to all the right areas. A black turtleneck added a further touch of elegance. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip. It was strange but exhilarating to see him outside of work and so put together. A well-dressed man was a kink all to its own. One she adored.

He stepped to the chair placed in front of the bed and took a seat. A smile pulled at her lips. Her hands languidly c.a.r.e.s.sed her t.h.i.g.hs, she almost wished it was his touch. But that was the purpose of the evening. Her pulse raced as his dark stare drank her in. Every curve and soft mound. The cups of her bra left little to the imagination, and a pleasant warmth spread over her as his gaze moved there, devouring them with their invisible touch. Every inch of her body was aware of their surroundings. The bed was plush beneath her, adding even more sensuousness.

"Hi," Sophia giggled and leaned forward a little. "Do you want to see a little show?"

He gave a nod, evoking a few more giggles from her in a mixture of nerves and excitement. A combination she could easily become addicted to. Goosebumps spread over her skin as she c.a.r.e.s.sed herself, groping her b.r.e.a.s.ts and giving them a playful shake for her audience. They had gone from s.e.xting coworkers to this, all within the span of a week. There was no turning back now.

Not that she wanted to.

He'd somehow known exactly who she was beneath her modest pencil skirt and freshly pressed blouse. What she wanted, craved. And now he was giving her the space to act on it. Nothing else mattered in that moment. The world was just the two of them. Her fantasy. His voyeurism.

"Begin as soon as you're ready, baby," he spoke, his voice deep and rich.

Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were heavy in her hands. Something she'd always loved about herself. Their softness. The sensual weight against her palms. How they shook as she played with herself, teased him. It was such a blessing to be aroused by one's own body. Pulling a cup down, she freed one to his gaze. His brow raised. She smirked.

Fingers to mouth, she wet them, circling her n.i.p.p.l.e with the slick, warm spit. It beaded beneath her touch. Her flesh yearned to know what his mouth might feel like. She freed the other b.r.e.a.s.t now. He would graze his stubble against the peaks. Would he tease her as much as she teased him at the moment? His pretty lips could probably make her come from her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e t.i.t.s alone.

She squeezed the ample globes, pinching and rubbing the tips. The edge of pain shot straight through her core. She m.o.a.n.e.d. He repositioned himself ever so slightly in his seat. Oh, this was going to be so much fun…

Widening her legs, she leaned forward a little, continuing to taunt with a shimmy. His stare was predatory but restrained. Like a lion waiting for the right moment to strike. The low light caught the highlights in his hair. How could he dare to look even more handsome tonight? Would he want to slide his c.o.c.k between her tits? Was he imagining that right now? How soft she would feel enveloping him. How her flesh would shake as he f.u.c.k.e.d her c.h.e.s.t. Sophia hoped so. She wanted him to d.e.s.i.r.e every part of her.

She slipped the straps off her shoulders and popped the clasp, discarding it. Fantasies of how much she wanted him had been her companion for months. He'd owned so many of her o.r.g.a.s.ms and now would be privy to them. She caught a n.i.p.p.l.e between her fingers and clamped down hard. The yearning to show him her shamelessness, the wanton side of her that craved pain, coursed through her. Memories of their texts came to mind. How he'd tormented her with his d.e.s.i.r.e to throw her over his knees and beat her.

Her cheeks burned. It felt good to be bad, to be l.e.w.d and exposed. What would people say if they knew about this? The good Catholic girl with her legs wide as her coworker watched. It made her ache just thinking about it. The humiliation. The disapproval. The disgrace. It drove her l.u.s.t further.

She imagined his fly down, his thick c.o.c.k gripped in his hands. How did he like it? Would his fist move slow, savouring every moment, or would the sight of her be too much and have him f.u.c.k.i.n.g his hand with want? Was he the type to remain stoic or would he m.o.a.n like a whore himself whilst jerking?

Envisioning it almost felt better than witnessing. She twisted her n.i.p.p.l.es and g.r.o.a.n.e.d loudly. Her hands slipped down her body and cupped her needy c.u.n.t. The gusset of her p.a.n.t.i.e.s was already sopping wet, reminding her what a s.l.u.t she truly was. She took the front of her mesh thong and pulled it up, the crotch working its way between her plump l.a.b.i.a. The fabric nudged her swollen c.l.i.t as she humped against it for a moment. Her body was crying out for a c.o.c.k, but she needed to deny herself just a bit longer. Make the foreplay last.

The fact he did little more than shift in his seat brought her so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. He wasn't allowed to touch. Only to watch. To feast his eyes on what a s.l.u.t she really was. Turning over, she repositioned herself, a.s.s facing him. She glanced over her shoulder at him, finding his hand now resting on his crotch. That made her smile. He deserved a reward for displaying his d.e.s.i.r.e so openly. She reached back and grabbed the thong, pulling it up further between her cheeks. The fabric stroked her asshole and taint. The c.a.r.e.s.s added another sensation of exposure to the evening. She whimpered. It felt so naughty and good. No man had ever touched her there. She'd been taught all her life how wrong that was, which made spreading her a.s.s for him to see even more enticing. Maybe he could be the first… Once she was finished teasing him.

Visions of riding him, cowgirl style, filled her mind. She reached back and spread her cheeks before bouncing some against the bed. Showing him what he couldn't touch. Provocative little giggles filled the air again. She was enjoying this so much. The power. The captive audience. She could understand why women would want to do this for a living. Being so desirable was intoxicating.

She pulled her p.a.n.t.i.e.s down, turning around to raise her legs and fully shuck them off. She felt like a p.o.r.n star. For a brief moment, she imagined she was. With crew members standing around to watch her as well. All their d.i.c.ks straining against their trousers because they wanted her more than anyone. A camera capturing every moment of her sheer s.l.u.ttiness.

Her legs fell open. The scenario of being recorded held fast to her. She c.a.r.e.s.sed her slit with her p.a.n.t.i.e.s, getting her scent all over them like some sort of animal marking its territory before tossing them aside to spread open her l.a.b.i.a with both hands. When her pink wetness was exposed, he tightened his hold on his bulge.

"Be a good boy." She chuckled, then gathered some spit on her hand to rub into her c.l.i.t. M.o.a.ns and whimpers connected their bodies as she gently touched herself. Her shaven c.u.n.t was so soft beneath her hand. Her eyes closed as she gave fully into it. The main event finally arrived.

Her head fell back whilst she pinched her n.i.p.p.l.es once again. Her c.u.n.t jolted from the combined sensations. She daydreamed about his c.o.c.k. Would it be fat and thick? Average? Long?

Would he bottom out and make her scream with every forceful thrust?

Would he keep true to his word and spank her? Would he bend her over his desk at work, use her, and leave his c.u.m dribbling down her t.h.i.g.h? How would his body feel under her touch? She itched to trail her fingers over his muscles, to learn the terrain of his form. To kneel down and c.a.r.e.s.s her face against his soft sac before worshipping his d.i.c.k.

She rubbed her n.i.p.p.l.es in tandem with her c.l.i.t. Her l.u.s.t rose higher as fantasies flooded her mind. Bringing fingers to her mouth, she tasted herself before slipping them into her aching hole. Her gaze locked on him. He openly kneaded his erection now. She'd given up any pretense of wanting him to stop. With a nod, he lowered his zipper and freed himself.

Another finger joined the first, eliciting a gasp as her digits spread her open. Her m.o.a.ns rose in octave. Could any of the neighbours hotel guests hear? Would her sounds of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e cause them to slide a hand into their own trousers? She ached. She loved that notion. That men everywhere would hear her and be unable to stop touching themselves. Hands slipping up and down their naughty c.o.c.ks all because of her.

"There you go, baby." His voice c.a.r.e.s.sed her like a silken sheet.

Her c.l.i.t pulsed as she took in the sight of him, leisurely stroking his big c.o.c.k. The scenario was so beyond e.r.o.t.i.c and arousing. Her hands found her t.i.t.s once more, cupping and kneading.

"Do you want to see something more?" she asked.

He nodded.

Wishing her mouth was on him, she s.u.c.k.e.d her fingers like a d.i.c.k as the other hand danced around her c.l.i.t. Then, she unveiled the vibrator resting on the bed beside her. Opening her mouth, she made love to it with her tongue, hoping he imagined himself in its place. Soon, buzzing filled the space between them as she clicked the toy on. The sensations were immediate and intense, pulsing through her aching nub as she danced it around her vulva and down the inside of her t.h.i.g.hs. The lighting caught the precome gracing his tip. His thumb smeared over it, bringing it down to his shaft as he played.

She trailed the toy to her n.i.p.p.l.es and down her soft belly, watching him intensely as she worked her vibrator over her c.l.i.t and slipped her finger back inside. Every fantasy she'd envisioned since the night began culminated in her mind. She wanted men fisting their c.o.c.ks, ears pressed against the wall to hear. Hotel staff in the hall, unable to resist and playing with themselves on the clock. She wanted to be taken outside and f.u.c.k.e.d for the city to see. She wanted her d.e.s.i.r.es exposed, her shame amplified.

She curled her finger just right to hit that sweet spot inside, petting and stroking her front wall. Warmth built at the base of her spine. Her neck arched. Her m.o.a.ns grew louder, more audacious. She locked her gaze back on him. He looked so s.e.xy, his hand pleasuring himself as his dark stare feasted on her. It was too much to take. Her h.i.p.s lifted off the mattress, but she forced herself to keep the vibrator going. To climax as many times as possible. Even when every muscle in her body and her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.l.i.t begged her to stop. She fingered herself with more fervor, clenching around it once more before pulling out. Her t.h.i.g.hs and a.s.s trembled as she finally met her last release.

Riding it out, she s.u.c.k.e.d her finger clean as she traced the vibrator around her l.a.b.i.a once more. Small aftershocks coursed through her system, causing little twitches of sensation. She s.u.c.k.e.d the toy clean, giggling and m.o.a.ning softly as she devoured her l.u.s.t from it. Soon, she hoped, she would be doing the same to his c.o.c.k after her spent p.u.s.s.y came all over it. She discarded the toy and slipped a finger between her folds. Her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e body jerked a little from the extra attention. She continued to play in her wetness for a moment, before sitting up to regard him once more. His palm remained on his erection as he stroked it slowly.

"So, I hope you enjoyed my show." She blew him a kiss and smiled.