A rap at the door - "Room service!".
Sophie sighed. She'd just undressed, ready for a long leisurely shower - hot and steamy, it was already running, the steam billowing out into the room.
Another knock at the door. "Coming!" she called, grabbing the the robe from the door and wrap it round her.
She opened the door and barely was the door open, and he bustling into the room as if he owned it.
"But I haven't ordered anything?" Sophie said sounding surprised, distracted by his presence. Tall, dark haired, broad shouldered - a cut above the usual bell hop! He was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, the condensation already forming on the neck of the bottle.
"Its a special treat madam" His eyes looked her full in the eyes and lingered.....before travelling down the rest of her body. Sophie flushed, glancing down to check that her gown was closed. Gosh. Perhaps a little more cleavage than she'd usually dare show, but dammit, she was just about to get in the shower!
Clutching the gown tighter, he spoke again.
"Oh I do apologies madam. I seem to have come at an importune moment. Let me set this up in the bathroom for you and then leave you to enjoy it."
With that, he turned and strode confidently to the bathroom. Not sure what else to do, Sophie followed him in to the bathroom, seeing him pop the tray down on the side.
As he turned, he glanced, looking inquisitively over her shoulder. Instinctively she turned too, to see what he was looking at.
Out of the corner she saw him take a quick stride forward, and suddenly yank the robe down off her shoulders. A quick flick of the rob, and suddenly her arms were trapped, pointing straight out together, bent at the waist. As she opened her mouth to scream, he grabbed a flannel, and stuffed it into her mouth. Finally he pulled the cord form her gown, looping one end round her arms, the other end up over the shower curtain rail.
She could see herself in the mirror, just, the steam obscuring her view. Her big round breasts hanging down, swinging slightly, catching the cold of the marble of the basin. Jesus. If she wasn't so scared, that sensation of the ice cold brushing her nipples would be exquisite. As it was, there was little she could do to stop them hardening. But she was trapped. bent at the waist, her arse and pointing towards him.
Her thoughts were broken by the sound of a zip.
She looked up in to the mirror to see him undressing behind her. Trousers already down round his ankles. Christ - what was that straining in his pants?! Shirt off. Despite her predicament she took in his broad, hairy chest, narrowing to his waist...and back to that bulge. An involuntary moan escaped her lips. One yank, and his pants were off, and god what a monster! It looked hard and angry...and well, huge. She'd never seen something so big, let alone had something. 10" at least and ridiculously thick. And pointing right at her.
So busy was she staring, what happened next was a shock. Pop - and the splash of ice cold champagne splashing on her back and arse, dribbling down between her legs.....god, that was sensational, the cold liquid dribbling down her pussy to her clit and then dripping off.
Her eyes shut as she convulsed. And then oh god - the warmth of a tongue tracing down her to her pussy made her cum even harder. Hard. And again. She couldn't stop the waves rolling over as he squatted behind her and assaulted her clit with his tongue. Hard and quick, tongue flicking across she pushed and squirmed, trying to make him put his tongue deep inside her.
Bastard. He stopped. But good. A few moments to compose herself, get her breath.
Shit! Electric shocks hit her pussy. Well. Not literally. He must have grabbed an ice cube and slid it straight in her. Sophie came heavily again. Another cube, another wave. Another cube and.....Sophie nearly fainted. He'd slid straight into her, balls deep, pushing the ice cube deep inside.
The heat of his cock , the freezing touch of the cube.... the position was so deep too. It filled her beyond belief. She half expected to feel it come out of her mouth. Fuck fuck fuck.
Sophie realised that she was actually screaming that, shouting into her gag, as he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, fast and deep. Finally, just before she thought she was going to be split in two, she felt him tense, and cum deep inside her, his nails biting into her flesh as he ejaculated hard inside.
He stood there panting, his cock eventually sliding out and flopping down. She could feel his cum dribbling down her leg.
"Wow. Dave said you'd be excited by this, but that was amazing. Oh. Sorry, let me..."
And with that he gently pulled the flannel from her mouth.
Panting, she slowly recovered her breath. "Who..who is Dave?" Sophie finally croaked
"Er, your husband? He said he was sorry he couldn't be with you, but to have a little birthday treat on him."
Seeing her confusion he continued "You are Katy? Room 601?"
"No, this is room 610...."
Take a look around.
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