Chloe the Accountant Is Picked Up

Notes:

This is a role-play fantasy story involving one-to-one consensual sex. There's no blackmailing, BDSM or gang banging, although the sex can get quite firm and spicy at times. It's written by a man to a woman, but I hope that men and women will both relate to it.

It's clearly about two people who know each other, but I have left out any details of their relationship so that readers can interpret it however they wish, and imagine the story is about them.

I have also left out much in the way of description of the couple's physical characteristics for the same reason. 'Chloe' could be blonde or brunette, skinny or full figured, 21 or 51 - it's up to you.

This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I don't know how it will be received, but I hope any comments will be kind and helpful. Thank you.

I hope to write part two soon: I have great adventures planned for 'Chloe'.

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It's an evening that feels like any other, but we both know it's not. You make your way to a bar in a town where nobody knows you. By your side is a small overnight bag, really a big handbag. You don't need much in the way of clothes, just one change and a few toiletries. You're staying in this town for just one night. One night with me.

As you push the door open you feel your breathing speed up, your pulse racing. You briefly see your reflection in the glass and it reminds you how carefully you chose your outfit.

The summery boho dress is blue linen with a design of tiny white flowers. It's buttoned all the way down the front, has spaghetti straps, is synched in under your boobs, and ends just below your knees. Somehow it manages to be casual and elegant, classy and sexy. It shows off your curves perfectly, hugging your waist, flaring out at your hips and revealing enough cleavage to draw the eye.

You wanted to wow me, without drawing undue attention from others. You also know that what you are wearing underneath the dress will wow me even more.

I am sitting at the far end of the bar, dressed in a smart, dark suit. To all the world just someone getting a drink after a day in the office. But I am not here for a drink. I am here for you.

The journey to bring us here has been too long and too complicated for words. All that matters is that finally we have this evening and this night together. We don't know when we'll get another chance, so we have planned it in a way that will make the most of it.

You resist the urge to throw me a smile of recognition because tonight is all about role-play. Cliched though it may be, the excitement and anticipation are palpable as you take a stool at the bar a few feet from me and order a drink.

We drink together but apart. I am engrossed in paperwork, so it seems, but I am studying you out of the corner of my eye. You look amazing. Your legs shapely and perfectly smooth. The curves of your wonderful bum showed off by the way you are sitting. Your breasts with plenty on show but in a tasteful way. Your hair falling perfectly past your shoulders. Your lips that I have been waiting so long to kiss. And your eyes. Those eyes that I know will later be locked onto mine when we are moving together in passion.

Soon a boisterous group of men come in, already half-way drunk. About my age but very different to me, all dressed ten years too young for them, with huge flashy watches on their wrists and too much product in their hair. There's not much space at the bar so to give them room you move over to the next stool, the one closest to me. It's still cramped though, and a couple of the men push into you, maybe on purpose as they both try to get a reaction from you. But you're having none of it and you move your stool away from them, closer to me.

"Do you mind?" you ask.

"Getting a bit noisy all of a sudden," I reply.

"Boys will be boys, I guess," you say. "Chloe, by the way."

I smile inside, loving the fake name. Even more funny is your accent, a little posher than your natural voice without being over the top. I'm loving the fun you're already having with this.

"Richard." I hold out my hand and our eyes lock. I'm testing the role-play by using my real name. But I love hearing you say my name too much to give it up, even for a while.

You can't quite hide a smile as you take my hand and we shake like strangers. But the touch is electric. After so long apart, even a simple handshake is sensational.

Your touch, the familiar smell of your perfume, the warmth all around you, the memory of how your skin feels under my fingers and my mouth; it's already working its magic on me.

"Are they boys? They look like men to me."

"Nope. Definitely boys. Pissed by 6.00pm and seeking attention like that. Little boys in men's bodies."

"So, what makes a man a man, Chloe?"

"A proper handshake, for one thing. A nice suit. The confidence to start a normal conversation without stupid chat up lines. That's a good start."

"Damn," I say. "And here's me figuring out which chat up line to use on you. So, if they are ruled out, let's try another tactic. Good old-fashioned Q and A."

"Shoot," you reply with a cheeky smile.

I catch the barman's eye and point to our half-empty glasses, mouthing 'thank you'.

"It's a bit odd to see a woman - or anyone really - out on their own here at this time of night. I'm guessing you're waiting for someone? Or killing a few hours before heading to a soulless hotel room after another day working away?"

"Bingo. The second one. Last night of three, a morning in the office tomorrow then back home. It's not always an exciting life working in accounts, even at a senior level for big media companies. The past two days have had late finishes in the office and late nights on the laptop in my soulless hotel room. So, I thought, fuck it, why not see a bit of the town, have a couple of drinks and maybe a nice dinner."

(The slightly posh accent makes sense now. Chloe the accountant, a degree educated high-flyer.)

"Great minds think alike," I reply, noting your use of an expletive. And that expletive in particular.

What follows is quite lovely. The conversation is easy, opening up little by little as we share a mix of our role-play lives and our real interests. There's the slightest hint of flirting to begin with, and then it ramps up slightly until...

"Look, by all means say no, but I have a table booked at the best little Thai restaurant in five minutes. I'm sure they would pull up another chair, if you'd care to join me."

You think for a moment, down what's left of your drink, pick up your bag, stand up and say, "Sounds perfect. Let's go."

"I just need a minute."

"Why? What for?" You are puzzled.

"I mean, I need a minute. Before I can stand up."

The penny drops and you look genuinely shocked. "Oh. I see."

You step towards me, lean forward and place your mouth next to my ear: "That's one advantage we girls have. Even when you are as wet as I am right now, we can usually hide it."

As you talk your hand reaches down and brushes against my hardness. "Golly! I think you might need more than a minute!"

We arrive at the restaurant just a few minutes late, which is pretty good going given my earlier predicament and your quick pitstop to powder your nose. The owner is all smiles and wastes no time swapping a bland table for one near the loos for a romantic table for two in a quiet corner. He sets it up so we are sitting close together rather than opposite.

All I can think about is the dampness under your dress. But we are still role-playing getting to know each other, so things will play out a little slowly. My hands stay in clear view, for now. We enjoy the wonderful food and share a bottle of Pinot.

The conversation is even better than the food, a mix of more getting-to-know-you chit chat, some more serious moments, and lots of laughter. We pepper our talk with lies as a fun part of the role-play. 'Chloe' was born in Peru to a father who worked as a diplomat but may have been a British spy, and a mother who was a former actress who may have been an exotic dancer. She likes cocktails but not gin, swimming but not running, and is about to get her pilot's licence. It's all bullshit of course, but you do it very well. As for me, I can be just as bullshitty: I run an Anglo-Spanish marketing agency, ride a Ducati and have travelled to 99 countries.

Gradually, it heads in a more flirty direction...

"You know, earlier, that I couldn't stand up?"

"Not again! What's wrong with you, dude!"

"It's not me. It's you. Since you walked into the bar I just can't think straight. Can't keep my eyes off of you. Can't stop thinking about how I don't want this evening to end after the dessert. And can't stop thinking about what's going on under that lovely dress."

"Well, Richard, while we're waiting for dessert why don't you find out?"

"You say the sweetest things."

Challenge accepted. I move my right hand down, under the table, across my lap and onto your right thigh. The long, heavy tablecloth is hiding what I'm doing from the staff and other diners.

As if to inspire me to go further, you lean forward to give me an even better view of your tanned cleavage. It's all I can do to stop myself from pulling your dress down and moving my lips all over your sexy tits. But I continue my focus elsewhere, slowly easing your dress up over your knee and up your thigh. I realise your legs aren't bare after all, but are enclosed in the smoothest, sheerest hold-up stockings I've ever felt. Reaching the lacy top of the stocking makes me gasp. I love sexy lingerie, and it doesn't get any sexier than this. Or you.

What comes next makes me gasp again. The skin of your thigh is unbelievably smooth and soft. So soft that I can barely feel it. There is almost no friction under my fingertips.

Now I'm not the only one gasping. At the sound of your intake of breath I stay on your thigh, slowly circling my fingers on your skin. I am dying inside with the desire to rip off your knickers and fuck you here and now in front of everyone. It soon becomes clear that this isn't an option though.

Because as I now discover, you aren't wearing any knickers.

My fingers have made their way to the top of your thigh where I should be feeling underwear but instead there is bare skin

"Oh my. Do you often come out with no knickers?"

"No. And I didn't tonight."

You see the confused look on my face.

"I have a present for you."

You reach into a side pocket of your bag and discretely take out a small, yellow bundle of cloth. You reach for my left hand and pass me the cloth, my fingers curling around it.

I look down under the table and unfurl my fingers. In my hand is a pair of yellow, sexy, lacy panties.

"What are the odds," I ask?

"Of what?"

"My favourite colour. For underwear. And these look amazing."

You chuckle with pleasure. "And they look even better on."

I tuck the knickers into my trouser pocket, feeling the wet patch, and get back to the task in hand.

My fingers have been resting in the crease of your groin. The softness and warmth feel like home and slowly I move in towards you.

I ask, "What do you call it?"

"Nothing creative I'm afraid. It's my pussy. And at the moment I think it's yours too." Your voice almost breaks as you say it.

We are doing our best not to attract the attention of people around us. Like swans, calm and aloof up top but under the surface it's a different story.

The moment has come. After months of waiting, of longing, it's here. My fingers reach your most private part.

I gasp at the realisation that you are completely smooth down there. I don't mind pubic hair at all and it's a woman's choice whether she lets it grow. But smoothness feels so good under my lips and tongue and now I can hardly stand the wait to kiss and lick you all over.

I tease all around you, above and to the sides of your pussy. Gently brushing your lips with my fingertips, my knuckles and my nails. You are breathing heavily now, your sexy, kissable, fuckable tits heaving up and down with every breath.

I can't stop myself. I lean in and we kiss for the first time. A soft, gentle kiss, our lips seemingly sending electric shocks between us.

"You were right about one thing," I whisper as our lips part company slightly.

"What's that?"

"It is my pussy."

You sigh: an aching, longing sigh of pleasure and acceptance.

At that moment two of my fingers slip easily inside you. No teasing now. No gentle touching of your clitoris. I haven't touched that at all yet. Instead, a firm push and I am inside you.

We both gasp at the same time. Our thoughts:

You: 'Fuck. I can't believe he did that, but it feels so fucking good. I so need someone to take control like that.'

Me: 'Fuck. I can't believe how wet she is. And how tight she is.'

It's only because you are so wet that I slip inside so easily. I hold my fingers deep inside you for a long moment, feeling you contract your tight pussy around them.

Then I take them all the way out.

"That's enough."

"You bastard. How can you tease me like that?"

"You'll thank me later. Waiting is so sexy."

My fingers are absolutely drenched in your wetness. Normally I would lick them dry or offer them to you to lick. But instead, I take out the little bundle of yellow and wipe my fingers on it. Then I give an almighty pretend sneeze and bring your knickers up to my nose, to all the world looking like a man with a yellow hanky.

I breathe in the glorious scent of your desire before returning our yellow friend to the side pocket of your bag. "You'll be needing these. Later. Like you said, I bet they look great on you, and I need to see. Tonight."

We somehow manage dessert but there is no way we are having coffee. We both know we need to get out of here. I manage to cool my passion and lose my hard-on enough to stand and pull your chair back so we can leave. I discretely leave a few notes that will more than cover the bill. I don't have time to bother with asking for the bill. We just leave.

We hardly say a word. I just mumble "It's a two-minute walk" and that's enough. We both know exactly what's next.

(Except you don't know where. When I set this evening up, all I told you was to walk in the bar any time after 5.00 and bring overnight stuff.)

You gasp again when I gently steer you across the street to the grand steps of this city's oldest, biggest, most luxurious, most expensive hotel. I can see your mind racing and your look starts to question me about the expense, but you trust me enough to maintain the role-play.

We breeze through the tall mahogany entrance doors and I steer you to the hotel bar. "Really?" you ask. You are right of course. We both want to go straight to my room and tear into each other's bodies. But a little more teasing won't hurt.

The bar is beautiful. A perfect blend of tradition and modern style. The waiter brings our cocktails. Yours is a tall Mojito, mine a rum-based hurricane. We drink in silence for a moment, our eyes locked, our knees pressed together as we sit in the deep leather Chesterfield-style bench seat in our booth.

"Nice?" I ask

"So bloody nice. You certainly know the best places to eat and drink. This is all just what I needed after this week's work. I'm not always a big drinker but I think we both needed to let our hair down tonight."

"You don't let your hair down like this often?"

"No, Richard. I'm not in the habit of going to dinner and drinks with a stranger, or letting him put his fingers in my pussy in a bloody Thai restaurant, or going back to his hotel four hours after meeting him."

"So why now? Why tonight? Why me?"

"I can't answer with words. But drink up, let's go upstairs and I'll show you with actions. And maybe a few words. And just so you know, I like dirty words."

"And yet you seem like such a nice girl."

"I am. But tonight... I'm a bad girl."

We finish what's left of our cocktails, I leave a big tip, and rise. As we walk across the bar, hand in hand, I can sense every eye in the room on you.

The lift arrives quickly and you watch me punch the floor number into the buttons, noting that it's the top floor. The doors close and I take both your hands and pull you towards me. We don't kiss. We just stand close together, staring into each other's eyes. I let go of your hands and reach behind you, grasping your knicker less bum through your dress for the first time tonight, squeezing it hard. You moan and your mouth rests against my neck. Suddenly the lift comes to a halt and the doors open. I take your hand and lead you to my room, opening the door for you to enter before me.

"So much for a soulless hotel room," you say when you see the size and style of the room, or rather, rooms. We are in a small entrance hall, with a sitting room and separate bedroom ahead, both tastefully furnished and lit, and a bathroom to our left. You wander ahead of me, checking out the superb rooms, full of facilities like a well-stocked mini bar, plenty of food, and boutique toiletries.

As you look around the place, I press 'play' on the suite's excellent music system and the playlist I creates especially for tonight begins. You turn on your heel and throw me a knowing smile.

Portishead's 'Glory Box' spreads through the room and into our souls. I remembered you once saying how this song makes you feel. It's sultry, moody beat is perfect for what we both want to happen.

No words. We step into each other and embrace, your cheek against my neck and my nose pressed to your hair as I drink in your smell. So sweet. So familiar. So needed.

We move slowly to the music, swaying gently in time with its sultry tempo.

"Can't believe I'm doing this. I don't usually end up in strange men's hotel rooms, dancing and feeling his hardness against me.'

"You should get out more."

"Right now I want to stay in."

My dick is harder than it's been for so long. I'm using every fibre of my being to wait, to delay what's coming. But you make the next move.

"I'll be right back," you say and slip into the bathroom, picking up your bag on the way. I bring down the lights to a warm glow, and sit down in one of the comfy chairs. The wait is delicious. I can almost feel, smell and taste the expectancy in the air.

In a few moments the bathroom door opens and you step out. You floor me.

You have put your hair up a ponytail (I love how that looks) and unbuttoned a few of the buttons on your dress, giving me a tantalising view of what's beneath. I feel my heart racing and my dick getting hard again as you walk towards me. For the first and last time tonight, I'm not in control: I have no idea what to do next. Thankfully, you do the most perfect thing, swing your legs either side of mine and sit on my lap.

The playlist switches to Voodoo Child, the 15-minute album track, Jimi Hendrix's guitar almost as sexy as what you're about to do.

You treat me to a mini lap dance, gently grinding against my hard dick, gradually building up the pressure as the music picks up intensity. Your boobs are inches from my face, gradually getting closer, but still in your bra and dress.

I keep my hands by my side, completing the lap dance experience with a little no-touching rule.

As the intensity rises, you caress your tits through your dress, then move one hand down between your legs and under your dress. I love this. Love to see you pleasure yourself and love to hear you moan as you do it.

"That's it, pamper your pussy, Chloe. Fuck, you're turning me on."

Without losing eye contact, you bring your hand up and present two fingers for me to suck. They are so wet with your juice. I greedily kiss and lick and suck them, loving the taste of you. It's unbelievably sweet, yet musky and rich too.

You hold my face in your hands.

There's a trace of tears in your eyes.

Tears of pleasure and relief and intensity.

You lean forward and press your lips to mine.

I'm expecting a gentle kiss, but you pretty much attack me with your mouth, your tongue exploring me, tasting your pussy, sucking and biting my lips, then kissing all along my neck, then back to my mouth. The intensity of Hendrix and you practically fucking my soul is on another level.

Fuck, this is good. I'm getting ravished by Chloe, a stranger I met just hours ago and I'm loving it. We kiss for at least ten minutes, a couple more times you move your hand from your pussy to my mouth, and to your mouth. You move up and wipe your juice over your neck and give me your neck to kiss and lick, and then your chest. I don't take your tits out, but kiss every inch of the cleavage you've been teasing me with all evening.

And while all this is going on you get wetter and wetter, and I can feel my own pre-cum leaking all over my cock.

"I am yours," you whisper huskily into my ear. "Do anything you want. And do it hard. I am your slutty girl tonight."

"Then do what slutty girls love to do best."

You don't need telling twice. In a moment you are on the floor between my legs, on your knees on the plush carpet, unbuckling my belt, unzipping me, desperate to see me.

"Oh my," you breathe when you pull my suit trousers down above my knees. "I'm a lucky slutty girl. It's huge! And wet!"

"Not wet enough."

You take the hint and spit on my dick. Although you want to tease me, the time has passed for that. Instead, you grab the base of my dick and move your lips from the tip down to the base and do the same with your tongue.

Then you look into my eyes as your part your lips and take all of me in your mouth, in one smooth motion, hold me there for a second, and pull yourself back. Just for a second though and you dive down onto me again, and again, each time taking all of my dick into your mouth and throat. Not once do you take your beautiful eyes from mine.

The sight of you is almost as good as the way it feels. The sound you make is incredible, too, a mix of porn gagging noises, moaning and you telling me how much you are into this.

"Oh my man, you're so fucking big, so hard... I need this so much, baby... Fuck my mouth, fuck my slutty mouth."

You're not joking about the last one. You are truly begging me to fuck your pretty face. Just to confirm it, you take me from your mouth, lean back and open wide.

I stand, tear my shoes, socks, trousers and underwear off and get in position over you, over this beautiful, sexy, slutty girl.

"Is this what the ponytail is for?"

You nod, not with a cheeky smile, but with a hungry, pleading expression.

I take your ponytail in my right hand and place my left hand under your chin. You move forward towards my hard, huge dick, now glistening with my pre-cum and your drool. Some of the same mixture is dripping from your chin. But you stop short of sucking me as now I'm in charge.

I pause, taking in the amazing sight of you now staring at my dick. Then I ease it past your lips, just a couple of inches, and move just that part in and out of your mouth. Your tongue moves around my dick as I'm doing it and your hands come up to caress my thighs.

"You're so beautiful and your mouth feels amazing. I've been looking at your mouth all night. That's why I was hard in the bar. In my mind I was fucking your mouth seconds after we met. Do you want that? Do you want me fuck your mouth?"

"Fuck yes. Do it. Do it as hard and fast as you can. I need to feel you fuck my slutty mouth."

Now I tighten my grip on your ponytail and I don't hold back. I fuck you, beautiful Chloe from accounts, with long, firm strokes, building up speed, getting deeper with each thrust. Nothing is too deep for you. I know my dick is longer than average but I think you could take much longer dicks deep into your throat.

You are now getting the full porn throat-fuck experience and sounding as slutty as any porn star as you make slurping, gagging noises. You are still trying to maintain eye contact but it's not easy due to the speed with which I'm now fucking your mouth, and because your eyes are now properly watering with the force of every thrust.

This is unbelievably sexy and I don't want it to end, but I don't want to come yet and there are so many things I want to do to you. The night is only just beginning. I take my dick slowly out of your mouth and give you time to get your breath back.

As you sit there, panting, you lips and chin dripping, I take out my phone and you smile as I take some pictures.

"You dirty bastard."

The frantic throat-fucking was incredible, we both feel that way, but we need a break and I need to show you that you are more than a sex doll, for a couple of minutes anyway. I hold out my hand and help you to your feet, sit back on the chair, and pull you back onto my lap.

The music has moved from Hendrix to Nina Simone's "I Put a Spell on You."

We embrace and kiss, your mouth and face wet with your drool and my pre-cum. The taste and sensation is exquisite for both of us. The kissing sensual this time rather than frantic. My heart is racing with desire, yes, but also with emotion.

Now that I am stripped from the waist down I can feel you with my cock, and it soon occurs to me that you're not bottomless under your dress. My hands move down to grab your bum over your dress and I feel your knickers. I move my hands under your dress to check. You must have put them on in the bathroom.

"You said you wanted to see them on me. So now you can."

You're blowing my mind with your kisses, your hands in my hair and over my face and neck, and with the realisation that you want to give me a sexy lingerie show all of my own.

"Show me, then."

After one more kiss you stand and start dancing to the music, swaying in time with it, your hands making shapes above your head as you slowly turn away from me. Your hands move down across your body until they are by your side.

You grip your dress and inch it up your body, over your knees and up your thighs, soon revealing the lacy tops of your hold-up stockings. You pause it there, knowing how much I love stockings and knowing what this will do to me. Then you bend forward, this motion nudging your dress higher to reveal our lacy yellow friend.

Your bum looks simply sensational in those knickers. They seem to enhance the curves of your peachy behind. You hold the pose for me as I drink in the sight. Your legs have so far been together but now you open them a couple of feet and bend even further forward. This reveals the large, damp patch on your panties. In fact, they are completely soaked over your pussy.

"See what you do to me?"

"I see. Stay there."

I get up from the chair, my dick still wet and hard just as you left it, and kneel behind you. I place my hands on your hips and start kissing all over your thighs and peachy bum, gradually moving in until I am pressed against your dampness. You moan as I breathe in the heady scent of you.

"Please...," you say. "Lick me. I can't bear it much longer."

"Not yet. That's all for now."

I reach for my phone, take a couple of pictures, and go back to my chair.

"Now show me more."

You let the dress fall back down as you stand upright and your hands move to your front.

As you do, the intro to "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak fills the room.

Again, you sway in perfect time to the music, moving your ass sexily from side to side. I can tell what you're doing but as you turn back to face me it's confirmed: all the buttons on your dress are now undone.

Now you lean forward, reach up and take your hair out of the pony tail, letting it fall free over your face. When you stand tall again I can't help but agree with your choice. The combination of your open dress, your hair now free again, and the way you are still swaying sexily to the music is breathtaking.

I beckon you with my finger. You come back to me, onto my lap, your legs astride me. Now as we kiss, my hands slip inside your open dress and roam freely over your skin.

"Perfect," I say. "Just perfect."

You moan into my mouth as you rub your pussy over my dick, feeling its hardness through the damp yellow panties. I gently push you back so you're lying away from me, exposing your body to me as I push your dress open. It's an amazing sight: your boobs fighting for freedom from the skimpy, almost sheer yellow bra; your thighs looking wonderful with the lacy stocking tops framing them; but most of all, the cloth of your knickers so wet I can see your pussy through them.

I can't wait any longer. I pull you up so that your legs are over my shoulders, you're almost bent backwards, and your yellow-clad pussy is at my mouth. I practically dive into your pussy. No teasing. Licking, kissing and tonguing your pussy through the wet material, my hands holding your bum to support you.

You reach a hand up and pull your panties to one side before grabbing my hair and forcing my face forward. I lick everywhere, your thighs, the smooth mound above your pussy, as deep into your pussy as I can go, and then your clit.

Wow! As soon as I reach your clit you cry out: "Fuuuuucckkkk. Oh yeeeeesssss." Your body convulses with my tongue's touch as it circles your clit then up and down, side to side. I try every movement until I find one that makes you grab my hair even harder.

"That's it! Right there! Don't stop! Eat that clit you bastard."

I move my hands up and start cupping and squeezing your sexy tits through your bra, finding your stiff nipples and giving them my attention while still licking, kissing, sucking and biting your clit.

Suddenly you rise up, your legs over the back of the chair, your body upright, pushing my head back so you're pretty much sitting on my face. You know how much I love this, and you start fucking my face with your clit and pussy as we make and keep eye contact. Your wetness is on a different level and when I slip a finger in your pussy you cry out in ecstasy and start squirting moments later. The second you do I pull back my mouth, still fingering you as I know it's the stimulation of your g-spot, and not your clit, that makes you squirt.

It covers my face and mouth and I love it. A slutty girl in slutty lingerie squirting over my face in a hotel room, screaming in pleasure as she does it. Life doesn't get much better.

Seconds later, you're grinding your clit on my mouth as you come, letting out a low but incredibly intense moan as you do. Your whole body convulses and then you relax and lay back again, treating me to the perfect site of your smooth pussy, the lips red with arousal, your soaking wet panties scrunched up to one side, and your thighs and stockings covered in your juices. I reach for my phone on the side table next to the chair and take a picture that will join the others in fuelling some big wanks in the future, probably when I really am alone in a soulless hotel room.

Gradually, your breathing returns to normal and you once again sit on my lap to lick all of your squirt juice from my face. Then we kiss again, while you mumble your appreciation: "So. Fucking. Good. Thank you."

I start to unclip your bra but you reach for my hands to stop me.

"Soon, I promise," you say. "But first a treat for you. Come with me."

We stand, you slip off my shirt so that I am naked before you, and you hold your hands flat on my chest and run your fingers through chest hair for a moment with a touch that's electric, sensual and tender all at the same time.

You take my hand and lead me to the hotel suite's huge luxury bathroom. I smile when I see the large bath is almost full. You must have filled it earlier, but I didn't hear through the thick door and walls.

"This is quite a treat," I say.

"But this isn't it. This is."

You step into the bath, still in your bra, knickers and stockings, and lower yourself completely into the water. When you stand, I see why this is such a treat. You look so fucking sexy and slutty now, with your hair loose and messy, your eye makeup running slightly down your face, your lipstick a little smudged and - most of all - your lingerie wet, shiny and see-through.

You hold out your hand, I take it and step into the bath. Again, your fingers run through the hairs on my chest.

I sit and you turn around, sitting between my legs and lying back on my chest. It's the perfect position for me to let my hands roam over your shoulders, your arms, your tummy and your tits. My hands slip inside your bra and I enjoy playing with your boobs. Your nipples are stiff and you moan as I pinch and stroke them.

"I can't believe we haven't actually fucked yet. Well, you fucked my mouth with your dick and my pussy with your tongue. But you know what I mean."

"It'll be worth the wait."

"For you and me. Especially me."

"Why is that, Chloe?"

You sit up and turn to face me. I can barely think straight at the sight of you, the water running off you.

"Richard. I have a confession to make..."

"OK... Go on..."

"When we met, you thought I was just an ordinary accountant. Albeit one with a killer ass and fuckable lips."

I smile. You are so good at this.

"And then you learnt that I am actually a very slutty girl, with the right man at the right time."

"Indeed you are. Very slutty. In a sweet way."

"Thank you. But I'm not just any average run-of-the-mill slut for you tonight. The reason I like it that you haven't fucked me yet is that it means you are storing up all that cum. And that's good. Because I'm not just a slut - your slut."

You pause

"I'm your cum slut."

My mouth goes dry when I hear this. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe what I've just heard.

"I can see you're shocked. Or confused maybe. But the fact is, I love cum. And I got a little taste of yours earlier, when quite frankly you were almost destroying my mouth with your big cock. Fuck, it tasted lovely, and I want more. I hope you don't think bad of me."

"Of course not. If you're a cum slut then I'm a squirt junkie. I loved you squirting into my mouth earlier. So let's share this common love for each other's sex juice."

"That sounds too good to be true. Some men don't like squirt. All my life I've wanted to meet someone who loves my squirt as much as I love his cum. So, whatever you do now, and I really hope it involves pounding my pussy because she is aching for your dick, when you are ready, I want your cum in my mouth so I can feel it shooting down my throat."

It's all too much for me. I pull you close and we're kissing again. Actually, kissing is hardly the word for it. We're fucking each other's mouths with our lips and tongues, moaning as we do, saying a few words when we take a breath. Your dirty talk is now on another level...

"I'm yours. My pussy is yours. Just fuck me, any way you want, anywhere you want. It's your pussy but you need to totally own it now. Own it with your lovely... shiny... hard... huge cock."

I stand up in the bath, telling you to stay sitting where you are, and shove my dick in your mouth. I am longing to take your pussy but can't resist fucking your mouth again with you still in your soaking wet lingerie. You gag and drool over me again, long streaks of juice cascading down from your chin.

I can't wait any longer. I step out of the bath, slapping your face with my dick a few times on the way, and step into the huge walk-in shower to turn on a strong stream of hot water. I hold out my hand and you join me under the water.

As sexy as the lingerie is, some of it needs to come off. I unclip your bra, toss it aside, and hungrily lunge for your tits, squeezing them as I suck and bite your nipples and flick my tongue over them. You love this, throwing your head back and moaning with the pleasure of it.

"Fuck yes, fucking suck and bite those titties you bastard."

Your tits are just perfect. I make a mental note to spend more time with them the next time we meet. But now it's time to claim that pussy, just as you want me to.

I turn you around and push you against the tiled wall. You place your hands flat and firm against it.

I stand pressed against you and squeeze your tits from behind. My dick is against your panties, which are now in the way and no longer needed, despite their sexiness.

I reach down, grab the yellow knickers and rip them from your body. The sound of the material tearing turns you on more than anything that's happened this evening. It's the sound of you losing control. Of a man about to dominate you totally. Chloe the accountant is a slutty girl who needs to be controlled by a huge dick. My huge dick.

But first, there's something I need to see now that the yellow covering has gone. I step back and look at your bum. It's an amazing sight. You have arched your back, widened the gap between your legs and pushed your bum out for me. With the stockings still in place, it's nothing short of perfect.

I kneel down, place my hands on your bum cheeks and pull them apart. You hear me gasp as I take in the sight of your stocking tops, toned thighs, peachy ass cheeks, perfectly smooth pussy lips, and an equally smooth ass hole. I make another mental note to come back to that later.

"It's wonderful, Chloe. You look amazing." You look back at me and smile. It was a brief moment of tenderness and affection: calm before the storm.

The shower is now steamed up. With the low lighting in here it's almost as if a film crew has come in and set up the perfect lighting for a sexy shower scene.

The one difference is that we are not directly under the water. We both know that the constant flow of a shower can wash away lubrication: we want a glorious wet fuck, but the wetness needs to come from us, not from the shower.

We're ready now. Never been readier. I reach down and take my dick in one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other. I pull your head back and twist it round so we have eye contact and so we can bring our faces together.

"Oh Richard, I... Fuucckkkk."

Whatever you were going to say is cut short when I feed my dick into you. In one slow, long, forceful move, I finally feel your pussy around me. I push halfway in, hold it for a second and pull back until just the tip is inside you.

So good. So fucking good. I don't care if it's a cliche to talk about how tight it feels: it's tight and I'm loving it. You are too, moaning and pushing back against me. I push in again, the same way, half-way in, a short pause, then out. This is repeated for at least a couple of minutes.

I move my mouth onto your neck, kissing it all over as I take you. Take your pussy. My pussy.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Fuck yes. Please don't stop. It's so big. Now fill my pussy."

I don't need telling twice. I reach down and hold your haunches with both hands. They feel so good, so taught yet soft, and so smooth.

Without a word I push into you. Every inch of me into the deepest part of you.

"Mwaahhhhfuuuuccckmeeee!!"

Your sexy cries of pleasure, with some pain too, just make we want to go harder. I build up speed, gripping your hips even tighter as I hammer my dick home, time and again. You push back against me, making sure every centimetre of your pussy is filled with me.

"Clit! Please... Clit!"

Even though I'm in charge, I love it that you are telling me what you want. I reach down until the fingers of my left hand are on your clit. I tease you for a moment, making circles around it, but then give it full attention while still pounding you.

"Ass!!!!"

You're a fucking wildcat. Having your pussy pounded and your clit strummed isn't enough. I oblige, moving my right hand to your bum with my thumb caressing your lovely asshole before slipping it inside and fucking you with it.

"Oh God!!! Fucking hell! Yes, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my clit, fuck my ass!!!!!!"

I can't hold out much longer. I so need to come, but I want to take you over the edge. This is all about your pleasure. Harder and harder I fuck you, bringing you to your second explosive orgasm of the evening.

"Fuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkk."

I keep at you until you can't take any more and pull yourself forward, and then down onto the floor. I turn off the water and sit next to you, taking you into my arms. You cling to me, shaking as you come down from your orgasm.

"From now on, my pussy is yours, whenever you want." You bring your hand up to my cheek and we kiss, tenderly but with electric intensity. We stop and you rest your head on my shoulder, while holding my dick gently in your hand.

After a while I reach for one of the hotel's huge, soft monogrammed towels, help you to your feet, peel off your wet stockings and dry you off. Now you are naked for the first time tonight. You feel completely comfortable in your nakedness, as do I. You take a towel and dry me too. We hug, and then walk hand-in-hand from the bathroom, through the sitting room to the bedroom.

We couldn't hear the music while we were in the bathroom but our timing couldn't be better as the playlist switches to I Just Want To Make Love To You by Muddy Waters.

I pick you up and lay you on the huge bed. You look amazing: naked and completely satisfied from your pornstar-experience shower fuck. As I stand and gaze at you, you hold out your arms, and open your legs. "Come to me."

A second later I am on top of you and we kiss. Through the kisses you mumble: "I want you again and then I want your cum."

I reach down, take my dick in my hand and rub it against your clit. You respond by pushing my head down onto your tits, so I take a nipple in my mouth and suck and bite you until you moan. I feed my dick into you, for the first time tonight we're fucking face to face, so I can use both hands to play with your tits while I continue to lick, suck and bite your sensitive and fully hard nipples. Your hands are in my hair as I fuck you deep and hard. But obviously not deep and hard enough...

What you do next is off-the-scale sexy and slutty. You lift your legs up and all the way back so your knees are by your ears, pushing your pussy up towards me.

"Now, Richard. Now you can really claim my pussy as your own. Don't hold back."

I kiss you firmly and then raise myself up and almost all of the way out of you. I pause. The sensation of your pussy on the end of my dick in this position is amazing, somehow increasing the sensitivity to new heights. You feel it too, so I stay here and very gently move just the first inch or so in and out of you.

I look down and see the amazing site of you. Your pussy wet and swollen around my dick. Your wonderful naked legs around me. Your tits pushed together and your nipples hard. And your face at the very peak of arousal and emotion. Your eyes are wide and fixed on my dick and your pussy.

"Richard, I know I said... but in this position now I don't know if..."

I hear you but ignore you. You asked for this and this is what you're going to get.

With no word of warning, I push deep into you, deeper than either of us imagined. This position is made for it - and made for my dick to hit your most sensitive place.

"Jeeesuuussssss Fuuuuuuccking Chriiiiissssst."

The mixture of pain and pleasure hits you. I love this reaction and want more of it. I pull back and then start fucking you like a hard fleshy piston, reaching the depths of your velvet pussy each time while your muscles squeeze around me. Your moans turn into screams of pleasure as I fuck you. By now your hands are on my bum, pulling me in, urging me to go as deep and hard and fast as possible.

I'm pile driving you now. You are completely at my mercy and I make the most of it. I lose track of time, fucking you over and over, squeezing your tits, pushing your arms above your head into total submission, rubbing your clit... But most of all it's the relentless fucking that you asked for.

"Oh fuck," you cry out, and at that very second I feel you shoot a stream of your squirt juice over my cock and stomach, some of it squirting back over your stomach and tits. Some even reaches your face. I bend down and lick up every drop, then shove my tongue in your mouth so we can share the taste.

Your orgasm is not far away but I want to experience it as close and personal as possible.

I pull myself off you, lay on my back, and pull you on top of me into a 69 position.

"Yes!" you cry out. "Cum for Chloe!"

You take my dick in your hands and kiss all over it, lick up and down from base to tip, rub your lips over it and rub it all over your face. Chloe the accountant is a true slut now, loving every second and wanting to show her man just how much she worships his dick. You take it into your mouth and start to build up pace and depth, swirling your tongue around it as you suck.

Amazing though this is, I suddenly remember why I put you in this position.

First, I want to give you your third orgasm of the evening. I use one hand to rub your clit. With the other I use two fingers to fuck your pussy. I know you are already right on the edge after the fucking I've just given you.

Second, unfinished business. Your asshole looked so sexy in the shower, and now I want to show you just how sexy. I first kiss and then lick it. Then I spit on it and flick my tongue over it, up and down, and in circles. I love the way it feels under my tongue but I'm wondering how it is for you.

As if reading my mind, you take a break from my dick and simply tell me: "Don't stop."

That's all you need to say before you take my dick in your mouth again and immediately start fucking me with it, each time taking all of me in your mouth and throat so that your lips and nose are pressed against me. My dick was already wet from your pussy but now it's drenched in your drool, too. So much so, that the sound of your slurping and gagging and "gluck, gluck, glucking" over my cock almost drowns out the music. Without doubt, it's the best anyone has blown me. You are a master at it. The speed at which your mouth, your slutty accountant's mouth, moves up and down my big dick is astonishing. I don't need to fuck your mouth. You are literally fucking your own mouth with my dick.

Your ass is wet now, and I can feel it opening up under my frantic licking, so it's easy for me to slip my tongue inside and fuck you with it. It's so good, and clearly so sensitive for you. My mind races about what that could mean in the future.

I feel your whole body tense and you grip the sheets as your orgasm hits you, the biggest one of the evening. Your mouth, clit, pussy and asshole are getting stimulated all at once and your body convulses as you come.

You cry out but don't take your mouth from my dick. You can't. Because now I reach and grab your hair and hold you in place as, finally, my own orgasm hits me.

All evening it's been coming.

Watching you walk in the bar, looking fresh, clean and innocent in your summery blue dress.

Plunging my fingers in your pussy in the restaurant.

Sitting so close in the hotel bar.

Getting the amazing blowjob in the armchair.

Fucking you like a machine in the shower and then on the bed.

I have no idea how I have lasted so long, although it may have been because I was so focused on making you feel sexy, wanted and fulfilled.

Now I know you are all of those things I can finally come.

When I do, it's something else. My body shakes and every ounce of pleasure shoots to one place, the tip of my huge and hard dick. I feel my cum shoot into your mouth: once, twice, three times... I lose count and keep spurting thick spunk into your perfect, slutty mouth. You swallow it down, still in a daze just seconds after your own orgasm. You make big gulping and glugging noises as you struggle to take it all.

I almost black out as my head spins and my thighs go weak. My vision gets blurry. Every inch of me is in ecstasy as I fire the last few spurts of my hot, thick, man juice into your mouth.

I lay back and relax, feeling you very, very slowly slide your mouth from my dick, and then gently kiss and lick all around it. You lay where you are, turning your head so your cheek lies on my thigh. I gently caress the soft, smooth skin of your peachy bum, still drinking in the sight of your wet pussy and asshole. I reach for my phone and take more pictures of your sexiness.

The only noise in the room is our breathing. I suddenly realise that the two-hour playlist I put together finished maybe 20 minutes ago.

"Chloe? You OK"

You say nothing, but lift yourself up and sit level with my waist, your legs tucked under you, facing me.

You suddenly look young and vulnerable, but at the same time sure of who you are. Your lips part and I see that you still have some cum in your mouth and all over your lips, cheeks and chin. You give me the most innocent yet slutty look and I take pictures of your spunky face before you use your delicate fingers to push all the cum into your mouth, swallowing as you do so.

You tilt your head back and lick your fingers one by one. This position pushes your tits up and out in the most magnificent way and I can't resist. I sit up, wrap my arms around you and gently lick all over your breasts and kiss your nipples, one tender kiss each.

Then our faces are together and we kiss, tasting our own and each other's juices.

"Delicious," we say at the same time, giggling at such a sweet moment after over two hours of porny passion.

We shower, gently pampering each other with the hotel's luxurious shampoo and soap.

Afterwards we kiss for an hour on the bed, both aroused but shattered after our evening of hard fucking. We eventually fall asleep in each other's arms as I make plans in my head for the next time.

But you are still Chloe the accountant. A stranger I have met and fucked just this once.

When I awake you are gone.

There's no trace of you apart from an envelope from the hotel stationery:

"You were great... Good luck! C. XXX"

I open the envelope and inside is a sheet of hotel notepaper. At the top is a row of boxes: five, then a space, then six.

Below are a series of tricky maths questions. It clicks that the answers will fill the boxes above. That will reveal slutty Chloe's phone number.

I smile. You played your part brilliantly, from start to finish. Chloe the accountant uses a maths quiz to give her one night stand her phone number.

I'll come back to the quiz later, maybe. It's still early. The room is paid for until noon and I am famished, so I order breakfast from room service and lay on the bed, thinking of you.

I remember my phone and grab it, opening the photo app to scroll through the pictures from last night. An idea starts to form in my mind...