(Please mind the misspellings.)
For the last several years she made a point of not staying in chain hotels. If she’d needed to live out of a small suite for a few weeks at a time she did not want to be able to predict the furniture and arrangement with more than sixty percent accuracy. In her early days of traveling she’d discovered most chains had the same handful of paintings and pictures in their rooms. Pastorals without location were mixed in with photographs of local landmarks taken from off angles. This happened from Seattle to Tampa.
Most of them were held in frames that hadn’t been replaced in decades. In a way she respected their resiliency. Hotels typically remodeled or rebranded every five to ten years but these frames persisted through each iteration. In a way, the hotel bent the frames’ will.
She’d come to recognize the patterns of local hotels. Without prompting, the staff would tell you about which celebrity who’d stayed there once, tipped everyone extravagantly, and then refused to stay anywhere else when they were in town. Young Celebrity Not To Be Named #1 was a jerk but Young Celebrity Nuber #2 was a sweetheart who also tended to ignore knocks on the door, usually didn’t bother to set the lock or generally wear clothes.
The bars were uniquely similar as well. This one skewed more toward the antique mahogany private gentleman’s club rather than a tchotchke filled nightmare. She sipped the same brand of overpriced ginger ale as she always did after dinner and watched the people come and go. She spotted the other professional travellers and the suddenly single bachelors with their wedding band tan lines and drunken search for sexual validation. Neither set ever abandoned the idea that her company, as it was, was just once correct joke away. They looked at her as a lock that would open with the right combination of words. If she were, neither set found the right combination and both went back to their rooms disappointed, drunk and masturbated thinking about her and her low cut blouse.
She met eyes with a broad shouldered man across the bar from her and returned his friendly smile. Her eyes glanced around the bar and her regular cast of characters were retreating in defeat one by one. She looked back over just as he was looking up from his drink and they smiled again. She lingered just enough for him to stand and come over to her Except he didn’t stand. He pressed himself up in a precise way (she noticed his biceps) and lowered himself onto a smaller chair. Her curiosity piqued and was immediately satisfied by watching the smooth way he crossed the bar. He was in a wheelchair.
She wouldn’t remember much about their conversation at the bar other than it ending with him giving her his room number with the seductive request that she wait twenty minutes before coming up. She gave him fifteen.
He was stretched out on the bed when she walked into the room. He was already down to his navy boxer briefs. “You were supposed to give me twenty minutes,” he said.
“I could leave and come back if you have more preparations to do.”
“Not at all. Just help me with these.” He motioned to this underwear.
She crawled onto the bed between his still legs and tugged just above his thighs. She sat back on her knees and slid the boxers down and she settled. His cock was half erect and fell to the side. She grinned and took in her hand. “Can you feel this?”
“Just a little. It’s more of a tickle.”
“You poor thing.”
He grinned. “It’s not always about that. For me, it’s rarely about that.” He laughed and reached forward for her. “Come here.”
She straddled his stomach and they were both suddenly aware at how wet she was. He slid his hands up her legs, past the hem of her skirt. She slid her hands across his wide chest. She leaned forward and kissed him. She let out a moan as his tongue and lips answered hers to perfection. It was as though he could read her mind. He slid his hands up the back of her thighs and grabbed her ass.
“We need to lose these,” he said.
She stood up wordlessly and slid her panties down to the floor. She pulled her dress over her head and let it fall on top of them so that she stood naked beside the bed. He reached out and caressed her hip. She felt his eyes drink her in. She could almost feel him touching every inch of her body.
She straddled his waist once more and pressed her breasts into his face. He took her nipples into this mouth and sucked gently. He let go and licked them, occasionally trapping them between his teeth and tongue, pressing until he heard just the right moan come from her.
“Sit on my face.”
She didn’t protest. She placed her knees on either side of his head and he arranged his arms so that she was nearly sitting on his palms. She slowly spread her legs a little farther to bring her pussy closer to his mouth but he squeezed her ass and burried his face there with no assistance required from her. She was on top of his face but he was in complete control.
She leaned forward and brought her arms to the wall above the headboard with a thump. He pushed her up and pulled her hips toward him. He kissed her inner thighs. She felt his tongue on the soft skin there raise goosebumps. She felt his mouth close around them in a wet kiss. She begged inwardly for him to take her in his mouth and almost asked when finally he lifted his head and brought his tongue to her pussy.
He slid of his tongue up and down her labia, tasting her wetness. He pressed deeper and deeper as he licked, feeling her open to him. Her legs went slack and her hips began to rock toward his face. His hands clenched her ass.
He found her clitoris with the focused tip of his tongue and slid it back forth along its underside. She gasped into the wall. Her cheek against the antique wallpaper. He took sucked on her clit hard enough to take her fully into his mouth and bat at it with his tongue. She moaned through the wall into the next room and gave out a libidinous grunt when he slid one of his forefingers inside of her.
She sank her hips lower, eager for more of his hand. He finger fucked her gently at first, though not for long. Her moans and movements told him to fuck her hard, He found the delicate curve of her G-spot and slid his finger side to side against, pressing into it while sucked her clit. Her entire lower body filled with hot electricity. Every bit of her was on erogenous zone set to come. She felt the orgasm build and build.
He must have felt it too because he suddenly let up on his pressure. He went back to gently finger fucking her. He glanced his soft tongue against her slit. She slammed both her hands against the wall in frustration that was only three-quarters real.
“Oh you little…” she started but, with her guard down, he started sucking hard on her clit once again, rolling his tongue around it. To fingers inside of her now moving rapidly from side to side against her G-spot. The heat that had been building inside of her threatened to take over her whole body. She felt its flames work up her body and wrap around her waist. He was moaning against her now, increasing her pleasure. Bits of fire spread across her chest and overtook her breasts. Flames lapped at her nipples.
At last the fire was out of control and spread across her tightened face. She could feel it in her hair. She reflexively tried to keep from coming but surrendered to it in wave after wave. She didn’t know if she was making a sound. She didn’t know who or where she was. She was just a flame burning bright that would not dissipate. She felt explosions move through her body as she came again and again. Fresh fires grew in her belly. In her breasts. Her thighs. The place where his tongue met her pussy was the center of the universe.
She came too laying on the best next to him. He was running his hands over what felt like her charred remains. Every bit of her was hypersensitive like new skin. He had a smug look on his face. She looked down at his flaccid cock. Pre-cum had spilled across his leg and the sheets. She wondered if he could come from that. He clearly enjoyed what he did.
“You, sir, know what you’re doing.”
“And I love doing it.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6r0k1o/in_a_wheelchair_mf_oral
Great job!