Whiskey and Spice

Hello, all. Here's yet another commissioned story. Hope you all enjoy.

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"Where to?" The cab driver asks as he stares at me through the rear mirror.

"The Benton Hotel, please." I reply in a half sigh.

The man nods and starts the car engine. From the backseat of the taxi, I watch the city rush past my window, bright, fast, chaotic. It has that same electric energy many big places like this do, like the whole place was vibrating just under the surface. I should be excited. I used to be, I think. But tonight, as the skyline rises around me, I just feel tired.

Towers loom ahead, glass and steel stretching into the sky, their windows lit like constellations. I spot this city's landmark building in the distance, its lights glowing faintly through the evening haze. Normally I'd take a picture, maybe send it to someone, but not this time. My phone stays in my lap. Another city, another trip. Another hotel room waiting for me that will look like every other one.

Outside, the streets buzz with life. Taxis weaving in and out, buses hissing as they pull up to curbs, and people moving fast on the sidewalks, dodging each other without ever slowing down. Neon signs flicker, LED billboards shouting headlines and ads at me. Everything is flashing, and everyone is moving. And here I am, slouched in the backseat, feeling like I am drifting past it all in a bubble of exhaustion.

"Come here often?" The driver inquires.

"Eh, no... Came here once, six years ago, I think." I say rubbing my eyes.

"So what brings you back?"

I exhale as I lean back in my seat. "Same thing that brought me here the first time. Work."

The man scoffs. "Nomad, huh?"

"You could say that."

"How long you staying this time?"

"Three days..." I say as my gaze returns to the window. I don't know how long I've been staring out of it but at some point I feel the car stop.

"We're here. Benton Hotel." The driver says.

I look out the other side and see the big bright lobby entrance. "Thanks, here." I pull out a bill of one hundred and slip it to the man. "Keep the change." I say with a gentle tap on the shoulder before opening the door and exit the vehicle.

After grabbing my card and dropping my luggage in my room, I head straight to the hotel bar to unwind a bit.

The place is pretty crowded, but given the hotel's status and reputation, everyone is dressed like they're going to some gala after this. I shrug and sit down at the counter, ordering my favorite drink, whisky, dry.

"Here you go, sir." The penguin-suit dressed barman says as he puts down the fancy glass in front of me.

The Whiskey burns my throat, I turn around to and I see her walk in. Red dress suctioned to every curve: Breasts threatening to spill, heavy and swaying with each step, nipples hard points against the fabric, hips flaring like a fucking hourglass, thick thighs that promise strength. Chestnut hair, olive skin glowing under the low lights. She slides onto the stool beside me, the scent of dark spice exotic alluring, together with her curvy beauty make me feel hot all of a sudden.

"Mojito." She purrs, her exotic accent making oozing from just this one word. I raise my glass when her drink arrive. "Sean Ericson." I introduced myself.

She gives me an amused side eye. "You don't look too happy to be here, Sean Ericson."

I let out a chuckle. "You could say that, I'm here for work. Eau de Parfum Conference."

"Aaaah! A scent maker!" She says huskily, her accent more recognizable, now. Hispanic. "Should I be wary of you big corporate honchos trying to charm and steal the secrets of start-ups like mine?"

I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Isabel María Rodríguez." She introduces herself. "But friends and lovers call me Bella."

I smirk at her over the rim of my bourbon. "I don't know, maybe..." I trail off as my eyes snag on the deep V of her cleavage.

Her foot slide up my calf, the sharp point of her heel digging in slightly before smoothing upwards. Heat flood my face, and I have to shift in my seat to hide my stiffening member.

"Confidence is sexy, cariño." She murmurs, her eyes dark pools of promise. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lower lip slowly, deliberately.

"Well, I am nothing if not confident." My gaze locked on her cleavage, imagining sucking those dark nipples, biting the soft flesh.

She lets out a soft, almost ominous laugh. "You have no idea." Her hand lands high on my thigh, dangerously close to my crotch, fingers splayed possessively. My dick jumped violently against her palm. "Prove it." She whispers before slowly getting up and leaving.

I follow her swaying hips, hypnotized by the roll of her ass beneath the tight red fabric. She leads me to a shadowed booth tucked away in a corner. Dim. She slides in, pulling me beside her. Our thighs pressed together, as I lean close, inhaling the scent of her skin, pure sensual fuckable femininity, warm vanilla, salt, a hint of musk that made my mouth water. "What's a gorgeous woman like you doing alone?" I rasp, my hand finding her knee, sliding up her smooth olive skin towards the incredible heat of her bare thigh under the short dress.

"Waiting for someone to underestimate me." Her hand slides higher on my leg, fingers brushing the straining outline of my cock through the fabric.

"Yeah?" I growl, before crashing my lips with hers.

She seizes my hair hard, yanking my head back to control the angle. Her other hand clamps the back of my neck. Her tongue didn't ask; it shoved past my lips. I groan into her mouth, hands grabbing her wide hips, fingers digging in, and yanking her onto my lap in one rough movement. Her ass lands squarely on my throbbing cock, grinding down hard. "Fuck!" I gasp against her lips. One of her hands keep a vise grip on my hair, the other slides down to grab my ass cheek, fingers digging in possessively. She squeezes, then delivers a sharp, stinging slap that makes me jerk and moan into her mouth. My hips piston upwards, fucking the cleft of her ass through our clothes, precum soaking my briefs.

She rips her lips away, swollen and glistening. Her thumb strokes my jaw, possessively. "You kiss like you mean it." A smile spreading across her face. She shifts her weight, grinding her ass down on my cock with deliberate, slow rotations, making me whimper. "Let's see how you handle the rest of me. Upstairs."

"Lead the way." I growl, already seeing her naked, moaning beneath me, needing to bury myself in her wet heat.

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The suite door clicks shut. Before I could move, Bella's pulls me down for a kiss. I fumble with the zipper of her dress, my hands shaking with urgency. My cock is screaming for some action. I try to steer her towards the plush bed, but she reverses our positions, pushing me down onto the edge.

She swings a leg over my lap, straddling me, her weight settling heavily. Her lips trail down my neck, teeth scraping possessively, sending shivers down my spine. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing under the hem of her dress.

"What the..." My fingers freeze as they find a thick, hard ridge. Veiny. Unmistakable. Bulging against flimsy silk panties. Hot. Pulsing. I jerk back as if electrocuted. "You're... a guy?" Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through the haze of lust.

She chuckles, low and dark. "Cariño." She reaches behind her neck, unzipping her dress slowly. It slides down her shoulders and pools around her waist, revealing full, heavy breasts capped with dark, hard nipples. My mouth goes dry. Her thumbs hook into the waistband of the flimsy silk panties I'd just felt. She pauses, letting the anticipation coil tight in the air between us, her eyes locke on mine. Then, with agonizing slowness, she peels the panties down over the curve of her hips, revealing what lay beneath her navel.

A thick, veiny cock. Eight inches of hard, flushed flesh, curving upwards. Heavy balls, tight and full, nestled beneath it. A bead of clear pre-cum glistened on the plum-shaped head. That thing is fucking massive!

"No! Fuck no! I'm straight! I can't-"

"Shhh." Her lips brush my jaw, softly. Her hand slides down my chest, past my belt buckle with terrifying ease.

She slides off my lap and kneels between my legs. Her warm, small hand slips inside my briefs, past the elastic waistband, and frees my aching cock.

"Oh... shit." I let out as her mouth's wet heat envelops me. She swallows me deep, her lips forming a perfect seal around my shaft, her tongue swirling under the sensitive head. "Oh fuck!"

She pulls back, her mouth curling into a smirk, she pulls my pants and briefs down my legs, giving her full access. Her mouth engulfs my dick again. Her tongue works magic, sliding down my shaft, pressing against the vein underneath. "Oh God..." She hums around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, making them ache. Her other hand cups them, rolling the heavy orbs gently, possessively. Then, I feel it. Her slick and slender finger brushing against my tight, untouched hole.

"NO!" I choke out, even as my hips lift instinctively, fucking deeper into her incredible mouth. "Bella, don't--"

"Your body knows what it wants, papi." She murmurs, pulling off my cock with a wet pop. She coates her fingers in the mix of spit, precum and throat slop coating my cock then takes them to between my glutes, pressing firmly against my clenched pucker. "Your ass is hungry for this. Empty without it." Her mouth slammed back onto my cock, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks. At the exact same time, her slick fingertip slowly break through my defences.

Fuck, I clench my teeth as mixed emotions bubble up inside me, shame, lust, but also burning pain as my ring and insides part to let her fingers in. I tense, and a strangled cry escaping as she crooks her finger inside me, searching.

"FUCK!" I groan and my toes curl violently as she pokes a spot. My back arches off the bed. Her mouth works me relentlessly, sucking, slurping. Her finger rubbing that magical spot making me buck wildly, fucking her mouth, fucking myself on her finger, as I'm lost in a maelstrom of sensation.

"UNNHH!" I moan as cum pulses out in thick ropes down her throat. She swallows eagerly, milking me with her mouth and the fingers still relentlessly massaging my prostate. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashe over me, draining me, leaving me trembling, wrecked, sweat-slick, and mind blank.

"Good." She slowly pulls her fingers out and licks her lips before rising up from between my legs. "Up, mi putito." She murmurs, effortlessly maneuvering my limp body further onto the bed. She arranges me flat on my back.

In a fluid motion, Bella climbs onto the mattress, her knees finding purchase between my thighs. She kneels between my splayed legs, my knees bent and feet flat on the mattress, presenting myself obscenely open to her.

She leans in close, her breath hot on my ear, her hard cock now pressing insistently against my lower belly. "You'll beg for this big dick soon." Her hand snakes down and gives my spent cock a possessive squeeze.

I lay there beneath her, heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. The plunging finger, now missing, had left an empty ache in my ass, an aching void demanding filling.

"Straight. I'm straight." I tiredly moan. My pathetic, half-hard dick twitches in response, leaking a string of pre-cum onto my belly.

Her slick fingers, trace my hole again. I flinch at the touch, the memory of that finger and the pleasure-pain it brings is vivid. "Easy, papi." She purrs, a low rumble in her chest. "Relax for me. Open up." Her thumb presses firmly against my pucker, not entering, just applying steady pressure, circling the tight ring of muscle. Sparks shoot up my spine, making my cock twitch again. A whimper escapes my lips.

"I don't do this. I've never..." The words feel weak, meaningless.

She leans down, her full tits brushing against my chest, her heat enveloping me. Her lips meet mine, the musky scent of her skin, her dominance, fuck...

"Relax, Sean." She breathes against my lips. "Let me in. Let me own this tight culo." Her hand guides the blunt, slick cockhead to my entrance. It feels so fucking huge, impossibly wide. "Breathe out."

The thick, slicked-up crown presses firmly against my clenched hole. "It's too big! OOOHHH FUCK!" White-hot pain sears through me as the thick tip breaches me, stretching the tight ring of muscle violently.

She pauses, buried just past the head, her glans a burning brand inside me. "Breathe. Push out. Let me in deeper."

I suck air, ragged, trying to obey, trying to relax against the impossible intrusion. Slowly, agonizingly, the searing pain fades into a deep, stretching pressure. A fullness like I'd never imagined. I feel every ridge of her cockhead, every prominent vein dragging against my inner walls. A low groan escapes from my throat, pain mixed with terrifying awe at the sensation of being filled so completely. Then, she starts moving. A shallow thrust. Pulling back slightly. Then sinking deeper. The drag is exquisite agony. Her heavy balls slap against my ass with each inward push. The pain recedes further, replaced by a hot bloom of pleasure deep in my gut, centered on that spot her finger has found earlier. I bite my lip, stifling moans, my hands gripping the sheets.

"Take it all, puta." She orders, shifting her hips, angling downwards. "Take every inch." Her balls smack against my ass as she rolls her hips, fucking deeper. Making my spine arched.

Her cockhead slams directly into that spot again. Electric, blinding pleasure explodes through my core. "OHHH GOD!!" I cry as my cock jerks, spurting a fresh stream of pre-cum.

"That's your prostate, baby. Your sweet little boy clit. I'm gonna milk it till you scream." She chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through her body into mine.

My hands scrabbled at her arms as my brain melts out of my ears. My hole clenches around her on instinct as she pulls back slowly, leaving me achingly empty, the thick head just teasing my stretched, fluttering rim. "My sweet spot." She purrs before she picks up speed. Her cock spearing me open with wet, slick thrusts, each one making my ass ache and my dick leak. Her tits bounce with every grind of her hips, sweat dripping from her brow. "Still think you're straight, Sean." She taunts.

I look down at my untouched, yet still throbbing cock, leaking juices onto my abs like a broken faucet. I turn my face away and close my eyes as my body betrays me.

Bella pulls out halfway, slow and torturous, the drag of her cock along my insides making me thrash. My hole flutters helplessly, clenching at nothing.

I watch her with pleading eyes as she hovers there, with just the tip pressed against my twitching rim.

"Say it. Use your filthy little mouth. You want this cock back in your hungry little man cunt?"

I nod in defeat. "Put it back in." I whimper. "Please fuck me. Please, Bella. I need it."

She grins, wicked and breathless. "Are you sure? Aren't you straight? Straight men don't take it up the ass, do they?"

Fuck, she's playing with me. I clench my eyes shut and take a deep breath. "P-please, just fuck me! I don't care anymore."

She slams back in with a wet slap, her cock knocking the air out of me, and my whole body spasms like it's being lit from the inside. "Fuck yes. That's it, you little bitch."

She surges forward, burying herself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, making me scream like a whore as the head grinds perfectly on my prostate.

Her thrusts deepen. Faster. Harder. The bed groans in protest. Her tits bounce with each powerful movement. Sweat dripping from her brow onto my chest. ~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~ The slap of flesh, the wet, obscene sounds of her thick cock pistoning in and out of my hole fill the room. She pins my wrists above my head, as she looks down at me with eyes burned with ownership. "Your sweet ass... clenching around my dick... feels so fucking good, papi! Such a greedy hole!" She punctuates her words with a sharp thrust that make me see stars.

Each powerful drive hammers my cum button relentlessly. Pleasure detonates, wave after wave crashing over me, unbearable, inescapable. My cock, trapped and ignored between our sweat-slicked stomachs, pulsed violently.

"BELLA! I'M CUMMING! I'M GONNA...!" My toes curl and my back arches.

"Let it go, slut. Cum like the greedy whore you are."

My body locks rigid as thick ropes of my seed shoot onto my stomach and my chest, splattering a hot mess. As this happens, my anal muscles contract, clamping down hard on the invader, crushing Bella's cock and milking her for all it's worth.

She cries out, a guttural sound of pure pleasure. Her thrusts become frantic, losing rhythm. "Fuck! Take it! Take my cum, PUTA!" She buries herself deep, grinding her hips hard against my ass, her cock pulsing violently inside me. Hot liquid pulses deep into my tunnel as wave after scalding wave of her girlcream floods me.

Bella collapses on top of me, the two of us tangled in sweat. Her softening cock still lodged deep inside me. I feel her warm breath on my neck and realize she's fast asleep. I slowly close my eyes and am about to drift too when, my eyes shoot wide open. "Fuck, the conference!"

I have to wake up early tomorrow to prep my presentation. Carefully, I shift Bella and roll her off of me. I wince slightly as her slick meat rod slips out of my sore ass with a wet ~POP~.

I scramble up, grab my clothes scattered on the floor, fumbled into them, and stumble to the door. I Slip into the sterile, fluorescent hallway, leaning on the cool wall, breathing hard as I limp my way to my room.

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~The next day.~

Still groggy, I somehow make my way to the conference hall. My sore ass aches with every stepand my suit pants rasping against my still tender, well-fucked flesh isn't helping in the slightest.

The elevator doors hiss shut. Empty. Relief washes over me. I just might make it in time and forget about last night. Then she slips in at the last second. Sleek skirt hugging her wide, powerful hips. Heels clicking on the metal floor. Her chestnut hair perfectly coiffed. Those Hazel eyes locked on mine. A knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"Morning, papi." She purrs, stepping close, backing me against the cold metal wall. Her perfume, dark spice, the underlying musk of her, filled the small space, drowning me. "Slept well?" My dick hardens instantly, painfully, straining against my boxers. He giggles. "You know, that is the face of someone who's ass just clenched." She whispers as she leans in. "Know how I know this?"Her hand, slips past my belt and under my briefs, her fingertips skating over my hip, dangerously close to my groin. "Because you men are all the same simple creatures."

"Bella--" Her mouth takes mine, silencing me. Her other hand grips my hip possessively. The fingers under my briefs dip lower and lower until I feel them grazing my swollen, ring.

"Jesus! Bella! Don't! Someone could--!" I Panic. The elevator could stop any second.

"Shhh." Her other hand tightens on my hip. Her middle finger, presses hard against my tender hole. Not entering, but rubbing cruelly over the sensitive rim, then suddenly surging in pressing firmly right over the spot inside where my prostate throbs. A jolt of pure, electric pleasure-pain rips through me.

I bite my lip and gasp as my hips buck forward involuntarily, grinding my trapped cock against her thigh. Ass-lust ignited, white-hot as my cock pulses with desire, leaking into my underwear.

"Still mine, mi putito." She breathes against my lips, her finger continuing its torturous rub. "Still hungry for this girlmeat, huh?" She presses harder, making me whimper. "I wonder if you can keep it together while on stage." Her fingertip circles my hole possessively. "If you're a good boy, I might let you ride it again." She winks.

The elevator slows to a stop. Her finger leaves me abruptly. Her other hand slides out of my pants, leaving me throbbing and achingly hard. She steps back just as the doors hiss open.

"Good luck with your presentation, cariño. I'll see you later, you know my room number." She shoots me a knowing look over her shoulder as she saunters out into the hallway. I swallow thickly, trying to regain my composure. As soon as the doors shut and the elevator starts moving again, I reach down and adjust my painful erection.

When the elevator comes to a halt at the conference hall, I walk out, straighten my tie and hope no one notices my raging hard-on. I head towards the podium to get ready for my speech. As I pass by, I hear a few comments from other attendees.

"Sean, nice to see you here!" A man in a suit says as he passes by.

"You too!" I respond back.

"Sean, good to see you!" Another person greets me.

"It's good to see you too." I reply politely.

I reach the stage and take my position behind the podium. My eyes scan the crowd. It is filled with people from different companies in the field of Eau de Parfum. Some I recognize from previous conferences, others are new faces. But my eyes keep darting, searching for that Hispanic, femme fatal.

"Welcome, everyone! I'm Sean Ericson from Ericson Industries." I introduce myself and the company I work for. "I want to thank you all for coming today. This year is a big milestone for Belshy Industries, we're celebrating our 50th year anniversary."

I start my presentation and begin to give out details about the products that are currently being developed at my company. As I continue talking, my mind slowly strays and flashes from last night and today's elevator episodes fill my head. My pants start to feel tighter and tighter as my cock hardens painfully.

In the crowd, I spot Bella smirking at me from the front row, her full lips parting as she slides her tongue out and licks them. She winks at me before shifting in her seat, spreading her legs ever so slightly.

Fuck, I try to keep my composure and continue with my speech, but the thought of her thick cock makes it impossible. "Euh... My apologies, I... euh... my throat is a bit dry." I blurt out and take a sip from the glass of water on the podium. I take a deep

breath and clear my throat as I resume the presentation.

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~After the presentation.~

I manage to go through the whole presentation without much trouble, in spite of all the 'I'm going to fuck you and ruin your ass for the days to come.' signals Bella was constantly sending me. Thankfully, she left the conference room about thirty ish minutes before I finished my presentation.

Her messages and signals didn't fall in deaf ears, though. As soon as the conference was over, I left the place and headed straight to her room. I got the wrong room a few times, I wasn't paying much attention to the room number last night, I just remember it was on floor 6.

I eventually find a door that looks familiar enough and knock.

~Knock~knock~

"Come on in." That sultry voice sends shivers down my spine.

I open the door and there she is, sitting gracefully on the bed, her body angled slightly to the side in a relaxed, almost dreamy posture. One arm supporting her weight as she leans gently back against a plush pillow, while the other rests softly on her thigh. Her long caramelized legs extended comfortably across the bed, one stretched out while the other remains subtly bent. Her eyes locked on me, her head tilted slightly to the side, making me feel like I am a prey about to be devoured.

"I knew you would come back for more."

THE END.