Sanctified 3.7

She unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a skimpy corset negligee cut very low with black lace and pink highlights, long black stockings and garter clips to micro panties, and very high heels.

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Chapter III: In the City of Angels

Section VII: In Which Autumn Tips Her Hand

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I am in the lobby at the Regent Hotel, striding across the carpeted floor and heading toward the elevators. Once there I step into an elevator and press the button for the third floor, remembering the last four hours.

In order to do what Charlotte called "stamina building," she had me sit on the couch and watch TV while she alternated between stroking and sucking my cock, but not to completion, for almost an hour. It was intensely pleasurable and also inherently frustrating to be edged for so long, but eventually she lost her own self-control and stroked out my cum onto her tits, which she quite enjoyed. We then went out for dinner ("So that I can avoid fucking you twice more before you leave," she explained) and then she left me right at the door of the hotel only moments ago with a slap on the ass and a kiss on the mouth. "Go get her, Tiger," she said, shivering with arousal. "I'm going to go home and see if I can break my record for orgasms per hour."

With that on my mind, I step out of the elevator and I follow the signs to room 320. Before I'm ready, I'm standing in front of the door and there's nothing left to do but knock. I check my watch. 7:59.

The door opens very quickly. Autumn is standing there wearing a plush robe done up to her neck and a small smile, and she steps aside as I step in.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey," she answers, shutting the door behind me.

I look around the room, seeing a sweeping view of the Pacific and the Santa Monica Pier over a full living and dining room area carpeted in spotless white. There's a door at the end of the room that must lead to a bedroom, I surmise, and I walk all the way to the windows before stopping with my hands on my hips.

"Holy shit," I say. "This is a really nice room!"

She grins and shrugs, gesturing around. "It's a nice hotel."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me," I say.

Autumn puts a hand on her breast and feigns innocence. "Me?" she asks playfully.

"What are your intentions here, tonight, Autumn?" I ask.

She unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a skimpy corset negligee cut very low with black lace and pink highlights, long black stockings and garter clips to micro panties, and very high heels.

"Oh my actual fuck," I say, looking her up and down.

"Yes," she says, taking a step toward me. "An actual fuck is exactly what I was hoping for."

"I did want to clarify something," I say, mindful of the closing distance and the dwindling time I have to express myself clearly. Her legs are so very long and toned, her boobs so very perky inside of their thin casing.

"What's that?" she asks, halfway across the room now.

"Just," I begin, "that there may be some expectation, uh..." I lose steam as she gets closer. Her light brown hair falls over her shoulders, perfectly framing her incredibly pretty face. Her blue eyes are sharp and piercing, and her immediacy in the room with me is stunning.

"Expectation of what?" she asks. "You think I set up a camera behind the mirror and I'm going to blackmail you into giving me a role in your movie?"

She slides her arms around my neck, looking up at me sweetly.

"Well, I didn't think that... until now," I say tightly.

"Relax," she says. "You think just because I take my top off on the internet I'd fuck my way to fame?"

I blink and swallow hard. "The thought had crossed my mind, honestly."

She smiles and slides a hand slowly down my chest. "I get that. Did it ever occur to you that just the idea of getting a powerful man to cheat on his woman because he's paid me money to see my titties online would be enough of a turn on for me to want to fuck him?"

I pause as her hand hits my belt and keeps going. I shake my head. "No. Nope."

"Well, you're here now," she says. "Do you want to check behind the mirror, or should I just grab your cock?" Her hand reaches my hardness and follows it down. She moans. "Oh, fuck. It just keeps going!" When she reaches the tip she swirls her fingertips around it and moans again. "I need to see this monster," she says, kneeling down.

I try desperately to catch my breath, but I know there's no hope. I am at her mercy as she unzips my fly and unbuckles my pants, pulling them down gently. My cock bounces free as my waistband passes and taps her on the chin, making her giggle.

"Holy shit," she says, taking it in both of her small hands. "When I saw how tall you were I hoped, but fuck!"

It really does look quite large in her hands, throbbing and pulsing with excitement. I mentally wish Charlotte had fucked me again before I came here so that I could last longer because Autumn is far more sexy in person than I had anticipated and I fear I'm going to blow my load if she puts her mouth on me.

"Look at these big fucking balls," she says, lifting my cock slightly to admire them. "The amount of cum you must make in those sperm factories...."

"Listen," I say, with one last desperate attempt to ferret out duplicity. "I can't help but notice that these are the kinds of things that someone might say to flatter--"

Autumn surprises me by giggling. She stands and turns in a circle. "Look at me," she says. "I have a lot of sex. As much or as little as I want. I gave you my number so that I could fuck you someday. You were direct in your response to that invitation, and I like that." She cups her breasts.

"I make good money. Very good money," she says gesturing to the room. "You make good money. I don't need anything from you. You have one of the most gorgeous and desirable women in the world sucking your dick. Is it that surprising that I would want to suck your dick too?"

"Is that what you want?" I ask. "To suck my dick?"

"I want to make you cum all over the place," she says. "Nothing turns me on more than watching men lose their minds in my presence. So I'm going to dance for you. Then, if you make it to the end, I'm going to put that dick in my mouth and make you spray like a fountain." She turns and spreads her butt cheeks to show me her underwear. "Then I'm going to take you to the bedroom and we're going to fuck like rabbits. Think you can handle that?"

"I'll fuck you twice if you'll let me."

She raises an eyebrow. "I'll hold you to it. Now sit down," she says, pointing to the couch that faces the view just a few feet from the window.

I pull my shirt off and step out of my pants. "Yes ma'am."

Autumn walks around to the window and stands in front of the setting sun with the shining ocean as a backdrop behind her. She picks up a remote off the end table and clicks a button, and music starts to play from the sound system in the room. She starts to wave her hips from side to side, getting into the beat of the music as I've seen her do online in the past. Then she starts to dance.

I lose track of time at this point, as well as things like location and identity. If my breathing weren't autonomic I almost certainly would die on this couch. She turns slowly in a circle, undulating her hips and sliding her hands down her own body. Her every move seems calculated to highlight her curves as much as the flat places on her body. I have never seen anything like it in person, and as she steps towards me making eye contact, sitting on the couch with my cock sticking straight up in the air, I worry that I am actually under some kind of hypnotic spell.

Autumn puts her hands on my knees and leans down close to my cock, then rises again, rolling her body like a wave. She straddles my knees and starts to give me a lap dance, sliding her hands up my thighs and then moving them outward to my hips instead of inward to my cock. She slides herself forward slightly, then back, forward again. She places her hands on my chest and rakes her pelvis forward towards the tip of my cock, only pulling back at the last moment before contact, looking into my eyes and furrowing her brows with arousal before pushing off with a smile and walking back to the window.

She stands and raises her arms above her head to dance again, her movements a simulation of the sex that will come in the bedroom soon enough. Her body moves to the music, rolling and waving, almost shimmering in the golden light behind her. She puts her hands down to her stomach and slowly, so slowly, undoes the laces of her corset. When it falls away, I see that it only ever came up to the bottom of her lacy black and pink bra in the top and to her panty line at the bottom. I let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper at the delayed gratification and she grins a predatory grin.

She approaches me again and dances very close, pressing my knees apart and dipping down and back to shake her ass in my face above my cock. I long to thrust upward and give my cock its first taste of her skin but I resist. The tease is incredibly powerful, digging its fingers into my brain and balls and planting hooks there to pull and tug. She moves in front of me, turning in place and showing me her stomach up close, her long torso rolling. Her skin is bronzed, beginning to sparkle with a sheen of sweat in the dying light of the day, and I notice a small sparkling jewel in her navel. I've never been attracted to a belly button piercing before, but I find hers incredibly desirable in that moment. She unsnaps her garter clips right there, standing in between my thighs, and I groan as her stockings retract slightly down her legs. She carefully puts the toe of her shoe on my chest, right on my sternum, and slides her fingers gingerly into the top of the stocking, then scoots it down her leg. She never looks at me once as she does this, putting on a show of focusing on the movement, all the way down to her ankle.

"Help me, please," she says, and I understand that she wants me to unbuckle her heel. Hands practically shaking with desire, I undo the tiny buckles that hold it in place and then hold the heel and the toe of the shoe for her to slide her foot out. I've never found feet appealing, but the way she points her toe and pulls her leg back without wavering, balancing perfectly under full control, is very arousing. She repeats this process with her other foot next, removing the stocking with painstaking slowness and having me remove the heel when she gets to her ankle. She stands before me in her bra and panties now and steps back again, presumably for the final phase of this dance. She pauses, looking at my crotch, and we both watch as a glistening drop of pre-cum actually oozes out of my cockhead and runs down the side of my unbelievably erect penis.

"Oh, fuck," she moans, touching her stomach and bringing her hands up to cup her breasts. She reaches behind herself and undoes the clasp, turning as she shrugs it off to show me her back become bare as the straps slide off. She holds it to the side and drops it, wiggling her ass before bending at the waist to pull down her panties as well.

It's my turn to moan out an, "Oh, fuck," as she slowly turns with her hands covering her nipples and then casually drops them, baring her tits to me for the first time, just as I see her pussy peeking out from between her legs. I now know what she meant by saying "if" I can make it to the end. If I grabbed my cock right now, I would shoot off a stream of cum immediately, I know it, and I try very hard to calm my breathing without dissociating. I don't want to be thinking of baseball stats or counting prime numbers right now. I want to be here. But I also don't want to prematurely ejaculate in front of this perfect specimen of female sexuality.

Autumn's breasts are perky B-cups, the most tasteful fake tits I've ever seen and incredibly appealing in their own right. The way her small nipples poke out at a slightly upward angle with perfect symmetry is enticing enough to make me want to leap up and put them in my mouth. And paradoxically, their total absence of jiggle and movement makes them entrancing in their own way. She approaches me again, one leg in front of the other, and once again puts her hands heavily on my knees and swoops herself forward, fast then slow, putting her breasts right up to my face, almost close enough to taste, then pulling slightly back while looking down at me. She pauses there, the lowering sun behind her, lighting her head and making her hair look the color of honey as the highlights catch, looking like a halo of supercharged plasma. I realize my jaw is actually dropped open and close it, clicking my teeth together.

Then she straddles my thighs once more, arching her back and then sliding forward along my legs, this time touching the underside of my cock ever so gently with her pussy before she slides back. My hands are clutching the cushions to either side of me, holding on for dear life--I've never had a lap dance before, but I know the rules, and I'm not about to break them unless directed. If there are moments to live in that are scattered across this blue-green marble we call Earth, then this is most fucking definitely one of them.

Autumn slides her hands up her stomach and cups her breasts, covering them for a moment and then squeezing them together with her arms as she holds herself around the middle, rolling her head around in a circle and coming back to look at me. It's difficult to see her expression with the sun directly behind her head, but I think I see a crack in her aloof, practiced veneer, a crack through which is showing a bright beam of lust.

She turns and climbs in my lap again, pushing her ass backward until the base of my cock just barely goes into her crack vertically. She squeezes, barely closing the bottom half between her cheeks, and bounces twice, and I am so close to cumming that I have to bite down on my cheek extremely hard to pull my mind away at the last second. She slides forward again and wiggles her ass in my face, showing me her pussy lips close up. I can smell her musk and realize she's far more aroused than she is showing.

"Oh my...." I begin, but before I can finish, she stands up and walks around behind me.

"Almost no one makes it this far. Do you want to taste me while I taste you?" she asks.

"Oh fuck yes," I say.

Autumn slides her hands down my chest from over my right shoulder and I feel her tits pass over as well, then her belly, and I realize what's about to happen. She lifts a leg over my head as her hips pass, planting her hands on my thighs, and suddenly her inverted pussy is right in my face. I put my hands up instinctively to support her hips and immediately bury my face between her spread lips. I try to plan my strategy with her clit on the far side of her pussy, but then I feel her hot little mouth wrap around my cockhead and start to suck.

All thought is wiped from my brain in that moment and, including all budding plans for how I was going to eat her pussy. Instead I just go mad, licking, tonguing and sucking all over her vulva. Her labia, her clitoris, even her asshole are all fair game for my blitzing, crazed tongue. I feel her moan explosively onto my cock, and in surprise as much as from likely intent, my cock slips deep into her throat and I start to cum.

My hips fly up and I slide a foot down the couch, dropping her pussy on my own face as I wag my head back and forth, eating her out like a starving man. I have no idea what her intent was or what she's thinking, but either because of gravity or her will, her lips remain around the base of my cock as I pump her full of my Viking seed as Charlotte requested. Lights dance in front of my eyes and the world starts to feel a little distant and I realize I'm so deep between her thighs that I can't breathe. She's clamping down on my head so hard I can't move, and as hot jizz races down my dick in spurt after spurt, I have time to wonder what would happen if she knocked me out with my face in her pussy and I knocked her out with my cock down her throat.

There's an episode of CSI that would break records.

At the same moment, I lift her up off my face with my arms on her pelvis and she lifts herself off my cock, trailing a huge amount of saliva and cum that slide down my shaft and onto my balls. We both gasp and whoop for air, moaning with the pleasure of our shared orgasms and unable to speak coherently for some time. I lift her over my head and set her down on the couch next to me and she flops bonelessly across my lap, breathing heavily with cum smeared across her lips and chin. I put my hand to my face and discover much the same situation. I look at her and smile foolishly, and she mirrors the same look back and starts to giggle.

"What?" I ask, joining in.

"What," she gasps, "the fuck," she swallows, "was that?"

I smile. She points at my dick, just a few inches from her face, glistening in the sun. "I can't deepthroat. And look at this. You're still completely hard!"

"You could have fooled me," I say.

"Fuck," she says. "You gotta fuck me."

She reaches forward and grabs my cock, pulling it towards her mouth. Her upper body is sprawled across my thighs, giving her perfect access to my crotch and she takes me into her mouth again.

I've barely caught my breath from cumming and she's taking it away.

Autumn gives me four or five good pumps and sucks and then pulls herself up and straddles my lap again, this time finally lowering herself down onto my cock.

"Show me what it is to get royally fucked," she says, looking down at me, again silhouetted by the sun.

"You got it," I say, and she starts to bounce.

She rides me hard from the first, and my cock is still a bit tender from having cum so recently but soon the evolutionary drive that prioritizes reproduction above all else kicks in and replaces discomfort with pleasure. Seeing this bronzed brunette beauty sliding up and down my shaft, her pussy front and center with a tiny manicured strip of short fuzzy hair leading down to it, I am fully energized for this second round. I take her by the hips and drive her up and down at the pace I want, and she responds in kind, working more for her part with a drive I'm not used to.

Autumn gets up on her feet and shifts to a sort of crouch, and at first I'm not sure what her goal is. Then she lowers herself down onto my cock once more and begins powerfully hammering herself down, truly fucking me more than I'm fucking her. I see that she's driving to a conclusion of her own design, taking mine for granted--and fair enough. Having my tool used as a tool for a lover's pleasure has always turned me on in and of itself, and though I prefer to be an active participant, participating actively or passively in her orgasm is always exciting to me. She shifts her position, putting her hands on my knees and her feet by my hips and sliding herself toward me, then away. I start thrusting upward, and I put my hand on her panty line and slide a thumb down to diddle her clit.

My cock is moving smoothly in and out, disappearing into her body with each upstroke of my hips meeting the downstrokes of hers. Her body is fit, and under as much effort as she's putting it through, is tight and impossibly sexy under a sheen of sweat. She is not overtly muscled like a fighter, but must have right around one percent body fat, with most of that concentrated appealingly in her ass. I want another chance to bury my face between her thighs, but my cock has the prerogative currently and based on her escalating cries will keep it for the foreseeable future.

I am unable to get much leverage to thrust up into her since she has her hands on my legs and I don't want to break her rhythm, so I keep doing what I can until she pivots again. Autumn slides off my cock and turns around, keeping her hands on my knees and mounting me in a seated reverse cowgirl that puts her delicious ass front and center. I can't help myself from grabbing it with both hands, squeezing it as she bounces it up and down on my cock right in front of me. I don't know if it's the golden hour sunlight or some sort of sex-haze that's fallen on my brain, but her ass looks better to me now than almost any part of a woman has ever looked before. Her two curved bronzed globes bounce and the sight of my cock sinking in between them makes me feel almost as beside myself with lust as I did watching her striptease. Because I just came, I'm nowhere close to finishing now, but I can only take so much. I slap her ass and grope and fondle everywhere I can reach with a fervor generally reserved for Charlotte's tits.

"You like that ass?" Autumn asks. "You want that ass?"

"I fucking love your ass," I say, pinching any place I can reach between thumb and forefinger.

"Do what you want to me," she says. "Make me your plaything!"

I guide her off of me and stand up, pushing her down on the couch. "Get on your hands and knees," I instruct her, and I take my cock in my hand and line it up at her pussy.

I enter her, taking the initiative now, and start to fuck her hard. I feel no need or desire to build up to anything, simply plunging my cock in and out of her from the very first. Autumn starts to gasp and cry out from the first.

"Ohmygod," she cries, "your balls against my pussy, oh fuck!" Her hand flies to her pussy and she starts playing with her clit, her long nails occasionally grazing my shaft. Then she drops her face into the couch to reach her other hand back to wrap around my balls and rub them into her wet slit. My balls on her clit sets her off and she cums, hunching her back and screaming into the couch quite loudly.

The idea that my balls are used in that way almost sets me off, and I do have to briefly cast my mind out to later tonight when I'll tell Charlotte about this moment in order to distract myself. I imagine her laughter and pleasure at the idea, and I know her well enough to know that the next time I pound her from behind, she'll be appropriating my balls for a similar purpose to try it out for herself.

Autumn meanwhile has recovered from one orgasm and chained it to the next, letting go of my balls and allowing them to swing freely and slap her pussy as she frigs herself across the finish line once more. I reach down and grab her tits right before she cums, squeezing the nipples and tweaking them, rolling them between my fingers I slam into her from behind. The curve of her waist above her hips as her body tapers inward around her belly is picture perfect, and I know where I want to cum.

Just thinking about it is enough to tip the scales, and I feel my orgasm approaching. I ride it out as long as I possibly can, only pulling out as I feel the tingle and warmth that signals my cum's journey from my nutsack to my cockhead. I put my cock right in the crack of her ass and push my hips forward twice before I erupt, spewing cum across her back. Two, three, four, five jets fly out in decelerating lines, drawing white strings across her tan skin in a very arousing display of contrast.

"Ohhh, FUCK!" I shout, grinding the bottom of my cock into her ass crack and then using my hand to jerk the last few dribbles out down on her ass itself. She has a lot of cum on her and I proudly survey the results of my efforts as she lowers herself down onto the couch to rest and breathe.

I stretch my arms up and step to the window, feeling both energized and exhausted. The sun is near the horizon now, and I look out at the beach like a king surveying his domain.

"I have something to confess," Autumn says, half into the couch.

"Oh yeah?" I ask.

"First, can you wipe your cum off my back?" she asks. "I'd like to say this to your face."

Amused and intrigued, I fetch a towel from the bathroom and give her a quick rubdown, sitting next to her on the couch.

"I think you'll need to shower to get any more off," I say apologetically.

"That's fine," she says, smiling and rolling over. Her body still looks incredibly good to me. The keen edge of lust has been tempered, but any glimpse of the female form is, truly, never enough.

"First of all, I'm sorry. I was attracted to you on the beach and I should have left it at that," she says, looking at me and taking my hand.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean bringing you here, getting you to step out on your girlfriend, and..." she trails off, puzzled by my smile.

"If that's what you're worried about, don't be," I say. "I wouldn't, even though I think you're fucking gorgeous."

She shakes her head, not understanding.

"Charlotte sent me here tonight. I showed her our texts and she wanted me to come and fuck you."

"What?" Autumn says, wide-eyed, and it's her turn to drop her jaw. "She knows?"

"Hell, she dropped me off. And she talked me into it. It's her thing to, I don't know, get off on the idea of my... conquests, I guess. Is that a bad word?"

Autumn shakes her head again, as if to clear it. "She had to talk to you into it?"

"Yeah. I'm no cheater. Don't get me wrong, I'd try to get with you over ninety-nine percent of the human population, but she's my girl."

Autumn is clearly torn between reactions of shock, flattery and confusion. "So you're here with her blessing?"

"Is that a turn-off for you?" I ask with real interest.

"No. Well... yes. It would have been an hour ago. Fuck!" she puts her hands to her head.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I... look. Your instincts weren't wrong. I did want to fuck you after we talked during lunch, but I did have ulterior motives in inviting you here."

My smile fades slightly but I nod, encouraging her to continue.

"There... well, there actually is a camera behind the mirror in the bedroom. I was going to lure you in there and record us together and then...." she gestures indeterminately to the air.

I blink and then burst out laughing. "You were going to blackmail me! By threatening to send it to Charlotte!"

She is taken aback by my reaction, as I stand and walk over to the window laughing. "Oh man," I say, belly laughing. "That's too good."

Autumn says nothing behind me as I continue to chuckle, walking over to the far wall and then back to her. She is laying back on the couch casually, watching me with a trace of amusement.

"You have to admit, it's pretty funny," I say. "Why didn't you take me to the bedroom, then? Why tell me now?"

She shrugs and has the decency to look ashamed of herself. "I was genuinely impressed that you made it through my dance, and then made me cum so quickly. I wanted to fuck you for real, no shit, so I did it here."

"And then that was so good that you just couldn't bring yourself to follow through with it."

"Don't make fun," she says, scowling slightly. "This is hard for me!"

"So I must have pity on you, is that it?" I smile. "Don't you want to know if there's something you can do to make it up for me?"

"Kind of, yeah. You're really sweet and you're a great fuck. I feel awful."

"Good thing I wasn't a two pump chump with patriarchal ideas then," I say.

Autumn smirks in spite of herself. "What can I do?" she asks.

"Well, if the equipment is already set up," I say, a smile spreading across my face. "I do have an idea."

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