Tease master Emma starts a new job at a new England college, where Professor Peterson teaches, and it all begins!
Chapter 3. Professor Peterson
The College rented us a car for the three hour or so drive to Boston. A travel day, I was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, total Dad look. Emma had on a sun dress with a plunging back that plunged almost to her ass crack. When the wind blew the dress up tight against her skin, I could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Another day, another boner for me.
We made some small talk about the event, but I was totally distracted because Emma was messing with me. She smiled sweetly at me each time I had to adjust my aching cock. The top of her dress fell loose when she was sitting, so if she sat just right I could get a clear look at her perfect breasts. Emma always sat just right. The effect was enhanced by her hard nipples jutting out in the cool air conditioning. She put on some big sunglasses and propped her right leg up on the dash. Her dress flounced down around her hips, she casually adjusted it so her shaved pussy was clearly visible. I was miserable.
The Boston function was booked in the Boston Harbor Hotel, a posh establishment overlooking the harbor as the name implies. Emma and I were each given harborview suites (comped by the hotel which made a fortune on these functions). Our balconies were at right angles to each other. I was on the 5th floor, Emma on the 4th. The balconies were about ten yards apart. After we checked in, we were both out on our balconies taking in the view. We waved at each other.
“Not bad!” Emma called out to me. I already noticed that every man in the outdoor restaurant was looking in Emma’s direction.
“Not bad at all! What a country, eh?”
“I love this job more every day!” We both retreated inside our rooms to unwind and get dressed for the evening’s function. After an hour or so, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message. It was from Emma.
“I am going to shower now. I love how big these showers are! It will feel good to soap up and scrub clean.” Bitch. Tease. My dick is going to fall off with all the wanking I was going to do this trip.
I went back on the balcony to breathe a bit. I heard a faint knocking. I looked and Emma was knocking on her window. She was in her bedroom, I could see. She waved and I waved back, then she pulled the sheer curtains closed. I couldn’t see anything, but then Emma turned on the bedside lamps, silhouetting her trim body against the sheer drapes. I watched in awe at the shadow of Emma undressing. I could see her kick off her shoes and unfasten her skirt. The skirt fell to the floor. Her arms raised over her head and it was clear her top was coming off. Now I could imagine Emma standing there in her bra and panties. Next was the unmistakable shimmy as she wiggled out of her panties. Finally her elbows raised as she unhooked her bra and she dropped it to the floor. I was picturing Emma standing naked in her room, checking out her perfect body in the full length mirror when the curtain moved slightly. There was about a four inch gap in the curtain where it didn’t quite closer. I see Emma standing by the gap, raising her arm to pull it closed. I get a glimpse of the edge of a perfect breast, a beautiful hip and smooth white legs. Jesus.
While I really hate the hold this girl has on me, I haven’t felt this alive in years…
Emma and I met for dinner in the hotel bar and went over the guest list. It was a custom, but not a requirement, that we not drink before and during the event, which was probably a good idea. Emma was dressed totally business like; sensible suit, pumps, minimal makeup, hair pulled back. Didn’t matter. I still wanted to bend her over the table and ass fuck her.
“How was your shower? Thanks for letting me know, but it really wasn’t necessary.” I wanted to see what Emma revealed.
“I texted you in case you tried to reach me while I was in the shower.”
“Makes sense.” She got me again.
“Did you know they have an indoor pool here? We should go for a swim after the event,” Emma suggested. And my head spins yet again.
“Good idea, but I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
“I always pack one, you never know. Besides, it doesn’t take up much room.”
“I can only imagine.” Emma winked at me.
In Boston there are a lot of alums, given how close it is to the college. So the alumni events are split up into three groups by age. Tonight is the oldest. And wealthiest. My first experience seeing Emma in action, and she wins them over instantly. She does her introduction and show about plans for campus and introduces me. I look like a clod by comparison. But then the buffet and open bar begins and we mingle. I notice Emma is surrounded by maybe 20 men. I also notice that a number of the wives seem none too pleased. I try to visit with them, talk about the old days, but Emma is clearly the focus of attention.
The function breaks up about 11:00. This older group has more stamina than I would have predicted. Emma and I retreat to the bar for a couple much needed drinks.
“That is exhausting!” Emma exclaimed as she pounded her first mojito.
“For you it was. I couldn’t get anyone to talk to me.”
“Yeah they were pretty into me for a bunch of old guys. Not as bad as you, though.”
“Thanks sweetie. Love being lumped in with the extreme elderly.”
“Oh you know what I mean. You are sweet, some of these guys were just dicks.”
“How so?”
“Well, Sam Miller offered to pledge $500,000 tonight if I’d sleep with him. Totally dick move.” I was stunned. I talked to Sam’s wife. That would have been awkward.
“Damn. What did you do?”
“What I always do. Laugh and change the subject. He let it go after a bit.”
“Damn. You would have been a hero back at school bringing in a half mil.”
“Fuck that. If I am going to fuck someone for half a million the fucking check better be made out to me!”
“You should have suggested that.”
“I did, as a joke. He said, seriously, that he couldn’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Interesting. He is an ass. First, he said it wouldn’t be tax deductible and second his wife would find out.” Emma laughed. She was on her third mojito and I think they were strong. Just then the bartender called last call. I asked for the check.
“Are you and your daughter enjoying your stay sir?” Arturo the bartender was leering at me.
“Suck my dick Arturo,” I thought but didn’t say. Emma laughed.
“He’s my boss, not my Dad!” I signed the bill and Arturo slinked off. Emma may have called me her boss, but she was the one in charge. And we both knew it.
In the elevator, Emma checked herself out in the reflection in the polished door. I know this because I was checking Emma out in that same reflection.
“Still going for a swim?” I asked in conversation.
“Absolutely. It will help me unwind. Sure you can’t come?” The double entendre hung in the air for a second and we both laughed.
“My loss,” I offered. “Maybe I’ll get a bather for the next stop.” Emma and I parted and I went to my room to raid the minibar. I got out of my suit, changed into my lounging uniform of scrub pants and t-shirt, no underwear because I knew I would be stroking my cock later, thinking about Emma’s silhouette on the sheer curtain. It was late, the hotel was quiet and the night was warm. I got a double scotch out of the minibar, decided to lose my scrubs and give my dick some air. I shut the lights and went out on the porch, pantless and sat down, sipping my scotch and playing with my cock and balls.
Through the railing, I saw the lights come on in Emma’s room. She must be back from the pool, I thought. I’m not proud, but I kept watching, hoping for a peek at her rocking body. Soon Emma came out onto the porch, still in her bikini, lighted from behind. She set a glass of wine on the side table and leaned onto the railing. I was going to call out a greeting, but I frankly liked being a peeper for the moment.
After a few sips of wine, I saw Emma slip her hand into her bikini bottom. In the light from the room, I could see her head back and her eyes closed. Her hips gyrated slightly. Then she straightened up, hooked her thumbs into her bikini and slid it off her hips to the ground. She sat in the chair, put one leg up on the chair arm and began massaging her clit. Her chest rose and fell as she began breathing more rapidly. Even at this distance, I could hear Emma moaning softly.
“Mmmm…ahhhh…” She sucked in her breath between her teeth. Her back arched, and she came quietly in the night. “Ooooooohhh…yeah…” I was transfixed, watching Emma rub out a couple more while finishing her wine. I couldn’t make a sound, but I came hard, my cum shooting straight up in the air, dropping back down, coating my hand and my throbbing cock, creating a puddle of cum on the patio. When I opened my eyes again, Emma was kneeling on the chair, elbows on the back, her beautiful pale ass pointing in my direction. The fingers of one hand were fucking her asshole. Her hips were moving, taking her fingers deep. Her eyes were closed and her back was arched again.
“Fuck me…yeah…fuck my ass…oooohh…cum in my ass…” I could hear her moaning softly and cumming. She definitely had more than one finger fucking her little butthole. I got hard again just thinking of sliding my tongue into what I knew must be a sweet, tight, pink asshole. I could imagine Emma moaning and pushing her ass back onto my tongue, loving being tongue fucked in her tight little shithole…
I was roused from my fantasy by the feeling of warm cum flowing over my hand. Dreaming about Emma’s cute hole made me cum again. Emma still had a finger in her ass as I wiped the cum on my hand off onto my shirt. Damn that girl made me cum hard! I heard a rustling as Emma was picking up her wine glass and heading inside. Her bikini bottom was still on the concrete floor.
Totally spent, I showered quickly and went to bed.
The next morning, Emma’s bikini bottom was still on her porch. We were meeting for breakfast at 9:30, as we had a day of courtesy calls to make on prospective donors. Emma was quite happy and bubbly. I guess rubbing a few out in one’s pussy and asshole makes for a happy girl.
“Morning Alejandro! Did you sleep well?”
“Like a rock. I was beat. Did you have a good swim?”
“It was refreshing. I didn’t stay long, there were a bunch of drunk bros there giving me trouble. I left pretty quickly.”
I wondered how Emma would react. “I was still up when you got back. I happened to see the light in your room come on.” Emma didn’t miss a beat.
“It was a lovely evening. Were you out on your porch? I didn’t notice you.”
“I was sitting sipping a drink on the porch when you got back.”
“Really? Why didn’t you say hi?” She was cool but I blushed.
“I was going to, but you looked…uh…busy!” Emma put down her coffee cup and glared at me.
“Were you spying on me Alejandro? Were you?” Emma hissed at me under her breath.
“I wasn’t spying, I…I…was just sitting…”
“I thought we were friends Alejandro, but friends don’t spy on friends. I am so disappointed.” My heart was sinking to my toes.
“Emma, I’m so sorry, really, I didn’t mean…” Emma grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me closer.
“I am fucking with you Alejandro. I like to be watched. I knew you were watching. I wanted you to see.” She released my arm and sat back, grinning broadly. “I got you, didn’t I?”
I just stared for a second. I had no idea what to say. “Uh, yes, you got me. I don’t…”
“I have a present for you.” She picked up her bag and pulled out her bikini bottom. It was a thong, of course. She slipped it into my lap. “I got it nice and wet before I took it off last night. You can smell my pussy and ass on it. But you have to cum in it before you give it back.”
My head was spinning. Emma wasn’t done.
“One more thing. Tonight after the event, I am going to be on my porch. I want to watch you jerk off on your porch. It’s only fair.”
“Damn.” I thought my cock was going to burst through my pants.
The rest of the day is a blur. We met with a number of donors, and luckily Emma did most of the talking, I was pretty worthless. I was trying to get my head around Emma fucking her pussy and asshole so I could watch! And now she wanted to watch me jerk off on my patio! What a country…
Emma was having a great deal of fun with my confusion. A couple of times in the taxi to the next meeting, she put her hand on my hard cock and squeezed. The last time I had to tell her to stop (I still can’t believe that I stopped her) or I was going to cum in my pants. Not a good look for a donor’s meeting.
That evening we had the next event with the middle-aged crowd and it went about the same. Lots of men crowded around Emma, their wives and girlfriends crowded around the free bar and groused about Emma. We met in the bar afterwards.
“I have been so fucking wet today thinking about you watching me finger my pussy and ass. You naughty boy.” Emma was smiling, trying to reassure me in my confusion. “What have you been thinking about Professor?” I wasn’t holding back.
“I have been wondering whether I could get my tongue up your ass, or is it too damn tight?”
Emma laughed. “Oh it is definitely too tight for your tongue, but it can be loosened up with a couple of fingers—or a hard cock.” I laughed now.
“I wouldn’t know. Yet.”
“Ooooh Professor, gaining some confidence, no? Good. I have to meet a friend at the Marriott for a quick drink, but then I want to watch your…demonstration?”
“I’ll be there,” I said. I was going to drink a lot more before she got back.
I went back to my room and changed into my scrubs and t-shirt. I opened my laptop and went to my porn collection. Pretty soon I had my pants off and was tasting the precum oozing from my cock. My phone buzzed. It was a text message from Emma.
“On my way back. Look how wet I am!” Attached was a picture, taken somewhere, of a wet pink pussy with fingers spreading the labia. I recognized Emma’s ring in the picture. I got the rest of the scotch from the minibar, and kept edging my cock. My balls were aching from being denied like all day. I retrieved Emma’s bikini from my suitcase and stuck my nose in the pad. Emma’s pussy! It smelled amazing. I sucked on the pad and got a small taste of her cunt. Oh my God. I ran the strap across my nose and inhaled the scent of her ass, where her fingers had been. I was so fucking ready to cum.
I was crazed. I spent some time admiring my hard dick in the full length mirror. It was not a porn star cock, but it was a solid 7” and pretty thick. It was so engorged with blood I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was 8” tonight. I shaved my shaft and balls and was about to take a picture to send to Emma when the phone buzzed again.
“I’m here. On my porch. Naked. Let me see you cum.” I went out on my porch wearing only a t-shirt. Emma was sitting in the chair again, leg propped on the arm, fingers in her pussy. My cock was throbbing with my pulse. I had rubbed the hotel’s skin cream on my shaft so it slid easily in my palm. I cupped my hanging balls with my other hand. I stroked my cock, twisting my hand with each stroke.
“Uhhh…fuck…mmmm…fuuucckk,” I was stroking hard, I was going to cum quickly. I stepped to the rail and hung my cock and balls over the edge just as the first jet of semen erupted from my cock. It flew so far, it cleared the first rooftop I was aiming for and spattered on the next rooftop four floors below. The next few streams did the same. I stayed quiet, but I heard Emma gasp softly.
“Jesus…” My body relaxed as my dick softened. I made a show of scraping a fingerful of cum from the head of my cock and putting it in my mouth.
“Ohhhh damn,” I heard Emma whisper. I was shaking my cock over the railing, shaking off the last of my cum. I heard my phone buzz inside the room. I was going to ignore it when I heard Emma’s voice from below.
“Answer it.” I went inside and found my phone in the scrubs pocket on the floor. It was a text from Emma.
“That was fucking hottt! If you want to try to stick your tongue up my ass, come to 426. NOW!!!”
I threw on my scrubs and shirt, didn’t bother with shoes, barely remembered my key card. I flew down the flight of stairs and ran to 426. After catching my breath for a moment I was about to knock. It was then I noticed the door was propped open.
The ante room was dark, but a dim light was on in the living room beyond. I stepped in the room and my heart just stopped. Emma was kneeling in a chair, back to me, only a reading light illuminating her pale skin. The shadows from the light perfectly defined her soft shoulders and smooth curves. Emma said nothing until she heard me lock the door.
”Alejandro, here’s the deal. You get my asshole for your tongue. That’s all. No fingers, no pussy and definitely no cock anywhere on my body. I still have to decide if your cock is worthy of my holes. A man offered half a million dollars last night for this pussy and I said no. Why would you think your nerd dick is worthy of such fresh pussy?
So tongue fuck my shithole Alejandro. It is all you deserve. Take as long as you want but you better get your tongue all the way up my ass if you want a chance at this pussy. Oh and lose the pants. I want to see your dick up close. Maybe I’ll want to watch you jerk off again up close. We’ll see.”
I stood behind Emma and ran my palms down her smooth back. I fondled her perfect ass. I kissed her bum. If I had all night, I was going to worship this goddess ass. I knelt behind Emma and ran my tongue along her crack. Emma sighed. I slowly spread her ass, revealing her beautiful asshole. Like I expected, it was perfect: a tiny puckered pink spot surrounded by lily white skin. It flexed when my tongue grazed it. Emma didn’t know it, but eating ass is about my favorite thing. I’ve been eating butthole since I was 15. This was the most beautiful hole ever.
I reached into my scrubs to adjust my now throbbing dick. Emma looked over her shoulder.
“Pants. Lose the pants. Rules.” I stood and pushed the scrubs off my hips and my hard cock bounced free. “Mmm. You just might get to use that someday.”
I slapped Emma’s ass hard. “Ahhhh!” she startled. I slapped her other cheek. “Uhhhhh!” Emma flinched. But she didn’t tell me to stop. Her pure white skin was glowing bright red under my lash. Her ass cheeks were now hot to the touch with the rush of blood. I stepped closer and slapped Emma’s ass with my boner. Precum spattered across the raw red flesh.
“No dick! Rules!”
I spread her ass again and contemplated the most perfect back hole ever. I was going to enjoy this gorgeous girl’s butthole. I started rimming her ass, feeling her anus flex under my touch. I could do this all night.
“You’re not tonguefucking me yet. Get inside!” Emma bossing me like that just got me harder. I pulled her ass open harder, causing her asshole to open just a bit, so I could work the tip of my tongue inside Emma. I wiggled and pushed, Emma pushed her ass back onto my tongue, but it was still tight. I wanted to push a couple of fingers up her ass to make way for my tongue, but rules are rules. Still, I needed help.
“Relax your ass Emma. Let me in.” Emma grunted as my tongue slid a bit farther up her ass.
“Ahhhh…get inside me Alejandro. Work inside me.” Emma was also stroking her clit while I pushed.
“Gape for me Emma. You’ve had dick in your ass before. Big thick dicks, no? You know how to gape.” Emma looked back over her shoulder and smiled.
“Rookie. Watch.” Like magic, Emma’s anus began to soften and open slightly. I grabbed her hips, pulled her towards me and pushed my tongue all the way up her beautiful asshole. “Uuuuffff…yeah. You’re my ass bitch now. Make me cum, ass bitch.” Emma and I got in a rhythm of her hips and my face, tonguefucking that tight ass. Emma played with her clit and I snuck a finger inside her pussy. Rules are made to be broken, I guess.
Emma’s breathing became more rapid as she gave herself up to her coming orgasm. “Bitch,” she murmured, “Eat my nasty asshole, bitch. Get up in there…Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Emma came hard, her anal sphincter tightening on my tongue as her body wreathed with pleasure. She reached behind her and grabbed my hair, holding my face in her ass until she stopped cumming. Then she tossed my head aside like she was throwing out the trash.
“Now be a good bitch and go away Alejandro.” She started to get up from the chair. I pushed her back, holding her with one hand between her shoulder blades. I dropped my scrubs with the other hand and began to stroke my cock. “Ow, what are you doing, bitch? Get out of here!” But I had Emma pinned.
“In a minute. I have something for youuuu! Damn!” Just then my cock erupted, spewing my seed across Emma’s still pink ass. Cum ran across her ass cheeks and rolled down her ass crack. Emma squirmed to get loose.
“Bitch! Lick that up if you ever want to put that little thing in my holes!” I ignored her, let her loose and pulled up my pants.
“We have a plane to catch tomorrow,” I said matter of factly as I tied the drawstring of my pants. “See you at breakfast.” I headed for the door. A shoe flew by my head and hit the mirror on the door.
“Get lost you little bitch!” Emma called after me as the door shut behind me.
Chapter 4. Emma
I laughed to myself as Alejandro left. He thought he took control of the situation by cumming on my ass. Little did he know he was playing into my hands. I actually expected him to go farther than that and make me suck his cock or try to fuck my ass. I would have swallowed his load, but he will have to wait awhile before he gets to cum in my ass. I was turning him from a shy nerdy guy into my obedient fuckboy. By the time I let him cum inside me, he will be my personal sex toy.
While Alejandro made me cum by licking my asshole, now I was aroused. I needed cock, I needed it rough and I needed it now. And…I wanted to get further into Alejandro’s head.
I remembered the bartender Arturo, who had that Brad Pitt look.
I called the hotel operator and asked her to connect me to the bar.
“Thank you for calling Harbor Bar. My name is Arturo. How may I help you?”
“Hi Arturo, this Emma. We were there with my boss today, who you thought was my dad.”
“Yes, ma’am, how may I help you?”
“Well, Arturo, I am looking for someone to give me a back rub, and I thought you would be good at it”
There was a silence on the phone, then Arturo said “OK, ma’am, I am sorry room service messed up your order, I myself will bring you the cocktail you ordered right away!”
I turned on some lights in the bedroom and opened the curtains facing Alejandro’s room about six inches. Couldn’t be too obvious.
After 5 minutes, the door knocked, I opened the door wearing only a pink silk kimono accentuating my curves and hard nipples. Arturo was at the door with a cocktail.
“Please set it at this table, Arturo!” I said, pointing at the table by the window.
As he put the drink on the table, and turned back, I closed the door, untied the belt of my kimono, and let it fall on the floor, like uncovering a gift, completely exposing myself to him.
His eyes sparkled with excitement and his cock was pushing his pants from his crotch extending down to the knee level. “Wow, you have a flashlight in your pants pocket, I see” I giggled.
“Oh, yes!” he smiled.
“Arturo, could you give me a back rub please?” I said and jumped on the bed, face down, pointing at my lower back and butt, “this area hurts, I was standing up all day!” I said.
Arturo didn’t say anything and got to work. He caressed my shoulders, neck, arms in circular motions, kneading me like dough, then he moved down, rubbing my lower back and butt.
“Harder, knead me hard!” I said, and Arturo started going more aggressive on my butt. He grabbed and squeezed vigorously all over.
Then he grabbed my butt cheeks, pulled them apart, causing my ass hole and pussy to become visible, then smashed them together, and he started doing this repeatedly, really fast. I really liked it and started to get wet.
“Stop!” I said and turned on my back. “Massage my front too, start from my face to my boob and arms, then belly and legs.”
Arturo started massaging my temples with his skillful fingers, then caressed my face, shoulders, arms, boobs. Next, he rubbed my nipples between his fingers. He then continued caressing my belly and legs in slow circular motions.
As his hands were going between my legs and approaching my wet pussy, “That’s enough!” I said.
“What?” Arturo replied.
“ Good job Arturo!” I said, “you can go now!”
Arturo was frustrated. Probably he was thinking I was going to have him fuck me. He pointed to his cock, pushing his pants, “how about this?” he said.
“You go take care of that yourself,” I said as I put my kimono on.
Arturo was outraged and also aroused. He grabbed me from my arms and started kissing my neck.
“No, Arturo! Go away!” I said, but in reality, I wanted him to force fuck me, realizing a fantasy of mine.
Arturo was out of control. He lifted me and bent me over the bed, holding my body with his strong arms.
He then unzipped his pants and pulled his cock.
“I will show you go away, bitch! I will give you a taste of my fat cock before I go away!” he said, pulling my kimono up, exposing my ass.
“No! No! Nooo!” I said with a fake cry. I was resisting and keeping my legs together.
“I will show you no, I will make you my whore!” he shouted, pushing his legs between my legs, exposing my pussy.
He then rubbed his cock on my already wet pussy, “you are already wet. You want my cock, right, bitch! You want this!” he said, and shoved his thick long cock in one long push, burying it completely deep inside my love canal. I felt the mushroom head of his cock pushing on my womb and his long shaft elongating and stretching my love canal.
“How do you like my cock, huh!” he said and started going in and out like he was sexless for years. He was ramming my ass with his whole body at a breakneck pace like dogs mating, making rhythmic slapping sounds echoing the walls.
“You are really tight. I never fucked a woman with such tight, wet, and burning hot pussy before! You are something, huh, bitch!” he exclaimed as he grabbed my waist with both hands and sped up his tempo.
“Ahh, shit, I can’t control myself, I will come inside of you,” he shouted, going faster and faster while squeezing my butts as if he wanted to rip them out and take them away as a souvenir. I had my first orgasm, radiating from my clit and womb to all over my body, making me lose control of my arm and legs, and I squirted.
He then slowed down his tempo, burying his cock entirely in my love canal, his balls pushing my clit, and his entire body weight on my ass. I came a second time, and my body started convulsing and shaking. Arturo was still holding on to my butt, not letting me go.
“Ahhhh,” he said, as he shot his first string of hot sweet cum directly to my cervix, which caused my vagina and womb to make the swallow spasm to get the cum carried into my womb, and I had my third orgasm.
“Ahhh,” I felt the second wave cum flooding me, “ahhh,” and the third cum wave, now making me feel filled up completely.
He was still pulsating and pumping his hot, sweet cum deep inside of me, with pulse strength weakening with every pulse. I counted ten pulses.
He was spent. He collapsed on my back and kissed my neck.
“Shit, bitch! I normally last half an hour, with you I came in two minutes!” he said, as his cock still in me, going limp. Finally, he let me go. I didn’t move, stayed in my face down position on the bed with my legs on the floor, his cum oozing from my pussy down my long white legs. My legs were still shaking from the excitement of my fantasy realized, the adrenaline, and the multiple orgasms I just had.
“You are now mine, bitch!” he said, pulled out his phone, and took several photos of my ass with cum dripping. “I will come fuck you every night, or else I would post your pics on the Internet! Now I will lick you clean, don’t move!”
Arturo then buried his head between my legs and started licking his own cum mixed with my pussy juices, first from my pussy, then from my legs.
Once he licked me clean, he took some more pictures of my ass. After that, he opened my purse, got my lipstick out, wrote something on my back, took some more photos, and left without saying anything.
I stood up, legs shaking, and looked at my back in the mirror. He wrote, “I am a slut! Fuck my holes!” on my back, with an arrow pointing to my holes between my legs.
I fingered myself, scooping Arturo’s leftover cum from my pussy and tasting it. It tasted pretty good.
I had an upscale shower in my room that drops the water like rain from the shower stall ceiling. I set the water temperature to warm tropical rain temperature, then soaped and scrubbed my pussy, ass, legs to get all the cum and saliva cleaned up, fingering my pussy and ass with my shampooed fingers to get myself all spanky clean. Then I shampooed the rest of my smooth white skin and hair.
I then filled the jacuzzi tub by the fireplace with warm water, throw some bath salts in it. I had dozens of red roses sent to my room by the people I met earlier. I took the rose petals off and put them in my bath. Then I proceeded to add some milk I found in the mini-fridge,
I wondered whether Alejandro saw us from my window, I thought, with a mischievous smile. But, of course, I wanted him to be jealous, building up the sexual tension even further.
I rested in the Jacuzzi bath for half an hour, used my waterproof dildo to come four more times. We women are so lucky, I thought, we can come as many times as we want, one after the other, and men can’t do that.
That was enough orgasms and playing with the boys for the day, so I went to bed.
As I was falling asleep, I amused myself, with a big smile on my face, because what Arturo and Alejandro didn’t know was that I was video recording the whole thing with three hidden cameras in my room, from different angles, for my own enjoyment later.
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