Just Let Go

Hudson

Hudson

I'd been standing underneath this shower and the searing heat it's water brought with it for about a fucking hour..I left Darcy's house with the worst case of blue balls known to man, but this shower was doing nothing. My poor cock had taken a beating these past few days and yet he was still has hard as a fucking pole...if I was at home, I'd call on the nearest pair of tits to come and sort this shit out. But I'm not there, I'm here in this fucking hotel room, so needs must. I wrap my fist tight around my cock, lean forward and slap my other hand flat against the black granite shower wall in front of me supporting my weight as I slowly pump my aching cock. My balls were that tight that after a few harsh pumps my release was washed away with my grunts with the now cooling shower. I wrapped my towel around my waist and wiped the steam from the mirror to look at y sorry self. I survey the damage done to my chin and remember the almost invisible crevice I found on Darcy's. That's when she lost it..she had issues, issues it didn't have time for. I got caught up in the heat of the moment, it fucking happens, I had her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she came as hard as I'd ever felt a woman come. That and the fact she was prancing around with her fucking globes on show..I'm a fucking man, it was gonna happen.

Shit....the rising of my towel dipped low on my waist showed my seemingly invincible cock was ready for round two,

"With fucking who, huh?!" I'd lost my shit yet again today as I was now literally yelling at my cock. Turning to the closet area, I attempted to get dressed, get occupied, but this fucking hard on and the ache that came with it at the mere memory of Darcy's ass wasn't going away..my fist wasn't going to do the job this time, I needed a pussy, and I needed it fucking now.

I called down to the concierge at the front desk and with out hesitation asked for the address of the nearest decent gentlemans club. I was paying a fucking fortune to stay at this stuck up hotel, so the silence coming through the fucking phone right now better be him scurrying off to look in a fucking yellow pages.

"Erm..si, sir? Yes the nearest Strip cl- gentlemens club, is Trapped, on Martin Street. Will that be all?" I cradled the phone between my shoulder and ear as I shrug on my leather jacket and snap,

"Get the valet to bring my bike around, now" I snapped the phone back on its base, grabbed my wallet and flew into the lift to the ground floor. I strode through the lobby like I fucking owned the place, sharing some winks with a few females while their male partners growled. Please fuckers, make my day and try something. At 6 ft 4..they almost never did.

Sure enough my bike was their gleaming and sexy as hell. I tipped the valet something that probably doubled his daily wage and made my way to Trapped.

With a private car park and discreet entry, this is what I needed to get my cock to sit down and shut the fuck up. I walked in and looked for someone with authority stamped on their face. Between the two podiums in front of me, one holding a fiery red head with tits I could get lost in and the other with a blonde skinny little thing, I see the only man here not watching his girls, but scanning the patrons, he was who I needed to see. I stand in front of him, pull the two grand out of my jacket and look at him, he knew what I was buying, I knew what he was selling, they all fucking do. A tall blonde who's legs I could wrap around my face pulled me towards a back room and asked what I wanted to drink, I wasn't sure her pussy juice was the answer she was looking for so I opted for my regular bourbon.

"Please sir, go through, make yourself comfortable, and Sheila will be with you in a moment with your drink," I thanked her and watched her bare ass strut away from me. It wasn't as round and full as Darcy's, it didn't have that boun-- what the fuck Hudson, get your shit together, and stop thinking about the fruit and nut case that led you and your ungrateful cock here tonight.

With that I walked through the door and into a dimly lit room with deep red walls and silky bed that was big enough for me. I hung my jacket up and sat on the edge with my arms on my knees. The lights began to dim further as the door opened up. In stepped a stunning brunette with my glass of bourbon held tigh against her breast. Yep, this is what I needed. I knew the rules, no kissing on the mouth, fine by fucking me, it wasn't her mouth I was after. Well not to start with. She held my glass and brought it to my lips, I pulled my head back as she trickled a few drops of fire down my throat.

"More sir?" She tilted her head before I pulled her down on the bed behind me, sending the glass she held flying,

"Much fucking more.."

I pinned her arms above her head pushing her perk little tits out to my mouth, I pulled them in and tugged hard with my tongue. She wrapped her legs around my waist and spun us over...a reminder that she was a professional, she bent low and whispered in my ear,

"You came here because you needed something from me, so you just lay sir, and let me give you what you paid for.."

She crawled down my body slowly and seductively, her ass waving in the air behind her. She made light work of my jeans and boxers, tugging them down with her teeth.

My cock was glistening with the evidence of pre cum as she licked her lips, acting like she wanted to devour it. In one fluid motion, she sunk her lips down to the base of my cock, which was now hitting the back of her throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she lightly scraped her teeth up with each bob. She kept on until my hips were just about bucking up and off the facing bed, I looked down to warn her I was about to flood her mouth, but all I could see was Blue eyes, blue mother fucking sapphire eyes gleaming back at me.

"SHIT!" I scooted up and away as from her face as fast as I could. So much so I fell of the edge of the fucking bed and onto the hard floor.

I look up to see her face peer over the edge of the bed, with an expression that could only be mixed with fear and confusion. But Those emotions weren't swimming in the blue eyes I thought I'd seen five seconds ago,they were back plastered on the not as attractive as I first though hooker.

I scrub my face, hard and get up, snatching my trousers and boxers off of the poor girl. It wasn't her fault, but like I've said before, I don't fucking apologise.

"Keep what I paid, you did what you needed" I snatch my jacket off the door and storm through the club, I knew where I had to go, I knew I had to see her...but the fucking love of me I didn't know why.