Appetite (18+)

Chapter 2: self love

I hadn't even wanted to take the money that he left behind for me. After all the pleasure he had given me, I felt I was the one that owed him. I could still feel a subtle reminder between my legs from where he had taken me multiple times. I didn't know I was capable of it.

The negotiated amount lay there neatly on the nightstand with a note. It read that I could stay in the hotel room as long as I'd like. If I wanted breakfast to be brought up it would go on his tab.

A generous man in many ways.

I considered it for a moment. My stomach grumbled at the thought of pancakes and fruit after a long night of activities. Maybe a nice glass of orange juice? And oh a couple of strips of bacon. It was quite tempting to have a full meal in a beautiful room. But I peeled back the sheets, settling on showering and no food.

I just wanted to go home after such a busy week of regular work and this...and my cat probably missed me. I could hope at least.

I quickly unlocked my phone and scheduled a ride to  pick me up.

I had my travel bag with me with my toiletries and a clean set of denim shorts and a flowy top with spaghetti strap to wear. After a quick application of tinted moisturizer and mascara, I made sure to lock up and head down to leave the key card. I'd never been in this hotel so I knew I'd be spared the dirty looks. The girls at the desks could be nasty sometimes but I left with ease today which was a blessing.

I wondered if I'd get to meet him again. If I had made enough of an impression on him. Or was he the type to never repeat? That would be unfortunate for my ehem body parts.

Had I left him as satisfied as he had me? A man like him didn't need my type of services to find a willing companion. Yet I thanked the stars that I had gotten the opportunity to fall into his bed, although technically not his actual bed. If I could relive any night again I'd choose the one I spent with him.

Shaking the thrill I got from the very thought of this man, I walked towards the glass doors of the front. As soon as I made my way out I spotted my ride pull up and left this moment behind.
                                       *****

Daffodil, the previously mentioned feline, did not in fact miss me. As soon as I came in through the door of my apartment, I was met with ferocious hissing. She did not even allow me a boop on the nose with my finger. Instead she strutted to her bowl and demanded milk. Warm milk.

I did as my master ordered and walked passed the moody little thing towards my room. I made my way inside and locked the door behind me. I planned to have interrupted sleep for the rest my day.

It was slightly messier than I had left it but I knew the culprit. My roommate, Rowena, often slipped in here to rummage through my collection of dresses for many occasions. The range I'd gathered over the years was quite impressive and necessary to keep up with other ladies in my side profession.

I could see from the stack on my desk chair that she had tried on a couple. Which reminded me to discard the short blue number I'd worn yesterday into my laundry basket. It had served it's purpose for the hour I'd worn it. In the end I probably had appreciated it more seeing as it was torn away in seconds. Still, it was one my favorites just like the lingerie set I'd matched it with.

I left my bag on the floor and turned to open a drawer from my dresser. One of the first pairs of underwear I saw was a g-string with pearls I'd recently bought. A line of white pearls followed the opening that divided your pus$y folds when worn. This wasn't my first pair but I'd lost the last couple during past...meetings. Men and their teeth.

Removing all of my clothes, I slipped them on. I looked at myself in the mirror to the side of my bed and admired the way the string got lost within my ass cheeks. I made sure to strategically place the pearls to where I could feel them tease my sweet spots.

I closed my legs and felt pearls settle within me. I moved my thighs back and forth as I felt myself getting more aroused. My nipples hardened and I couldn't help but massage both of my breasts. The stood round and sensitive. I could see my cheeks turn pink in my reflection and my mouth slightly opened. I licked my fingers and brought them down to circle each brown aerola until the nipples puckered more. It caused shocks to travel downwards and I made my way to my bed.

I spread out with a leg towards each corner. My swollen pus$y lips opened slightly, allowing me to slip in two fingers. I gathered the sticky substance and lathered the area. I thrusted them in a few times but realized I needed something for filling.

I grabbed a box from underneath my bed and pulled out my 7 inch black dild0. I made myself comfortable on my back and pulled down a pillow for my head. I moved the pearls aside and slapped the tip of the toy against my clit a few times before running it along the inside opening. I held my breath as I slowly pushed it in and felt the the ridges stimulate me. I held it in place and exhaled.

Getting a good grip on the base I allowed it to stretch me as I began a rhythm. My back arched. I pushed my hips up to meet the thrusts I created so the pleasure intensified. The shape of it caused the blunt of the tip to smoothly reach my g-spot. I could feel the throbbing deep within as I pulled out a few inches and slammed back in. I repeated this. I could feel the resulting moisture surround my hole and I sped up. Wet sounds filled the room. I wanted more.

With a gasp, I pulled out the dild0 covered in my juices from my reluctant walls. Grabbing another pillow, I placed it on top and re-positioned myself. I slid on to it and bit my lip. Once snug again, I pushed myself down and widened my legs into a split. This allowed an even deeper form of contact that was almost painful, but addictive. I held onto the pillow as I grinded myself against the c0ck, letting it bruise me. My clit received a toe curling sensation every time I fell forward. I knew I wouldn't last long like this.

My breasts felt heavy as I grew warmer. My mouth hung wide open and I moaned. I slipped my fingers down to attack my clit. More cries came out as I began to feel light headed. My ass bounced against the pillow as I drove myself to the edge.

"Fuc&" I screamed as I came with the impact. I could feel the heat of my center as I explored the space between my thighs. I slumped forward, the shaft remained where it was. This caused little spasms to pulse throughout my insides. I could feel my inner muscles squeezing. I grew sensitive but I forced myself to stay seated.

I liked a little pain with my pleasure.