2.
When Jennifer woke a few hours later it was dark outside. She hadn’t intended on actually sleeping when she had laid down after her bath, but she was glad she did.
A quick check of the clock showed that it was getting late and she would have to hurry if she wanted to be ready by nine.
Starting with the bustier, she wrapped it around herself, fastening the clasps down the front. She wasn’t used to something squeezing her the way this garment did, but she had to admit it felt good. It restricted her movement slightly, but wasn’t uncomfortable in any way.
Jennifer noticed she also stood straighter, shoulders back with her chest pushed out slightly. It looked and felt wonderful. There was also the added bonus of pushing her breasts up so she had cleavage, something she wasn’t used to seeing.
Next, Jennifer put the garter belt around her waist, then slide the toes of her left foot into one of the luxurious stockings. Pulling it up she attached the straps, doing the same with the other leg. She reached down to adjust one of the heels and ran a hand up her long leg. The silk felt amazingly smooth under her fingers. It gave her goose bumps. Slipping on the shoes and fastening the buckles she walked around, apprehensively testing the extremely high heels and found they were surprisingly comfortable.
The historic hotel she was staying at was a magnificent building, at least two hundred years old. The room she had been given was lavishly furnished including a large four poster bed with side tables, a writing desk near the window and two chairs by the fireplace.
There were thick oriental rugs over the parquet wood floor, and dark velvet wallpaper. Typical old French decor. Oil paintings depicting different landscapes hung about the room. There were also three very large mirrors with ornate gilt frames.
Jennifer stared at her reflection. Turning her head she could see herself in two of the mirrors at the same time.
Damn, she thought, this looks fantastic.
She turned so she could check the seams on her stockings. A little adjusting and she was satisfied. Jennifer’s gaze traveled up to her ass. She loved its perfect round shape. Her posture in the high heels seemed to accentuate it. Running her hand over her left cheek she squeezed, then slapped her ass, the sound echoing off the walls of the large room. It stung a little, but after a moment she did it again.
She spread her feet apart and bent at the waist to grab ahold of the thick wood post at the corner of the bed. Looking at her profile in the mirror her mind flashed to Will, a co-worker of hers. Jennifer pictured him behind her, his left hand on her hip, the other gripping a handful of her hair as he thrust into her. She wasn’t quite sure why he of all people had popped into her thoughts and it surprised her.
William “Will” Davis had flown with her to assist with the deal they had been working on for the last few months.
He was a nice enough guy but she didn’t really know much about his private life. They worked together but didn’t socialize outside of the office.
Will was average looking. Actually everything about him seemed average. Height, weight, hair colour, like millions of other men his age. The only thing that stood out about him was the colour of his eyes; they were almost gold, with small flecks of green.
He was very professional at work but didn’t stand out. He wore off the rack suits that always seemed a bit crumpled. Will was nice, just not the man of your dreams material.
She remembered something she heard at work a few months ago. Like any workplace, her office had the gossipers and there was a story circulating about Will. He liked to use the company’s fitness room early each day and after his workout he would shower and be in his office before most everyone else arrived for the day.
One morning he was running a bit late and another man from the office saw him coming from the shower. Apparently, Will Davis was hung like a horse. It didn’t take long for the word to spread amongst the busy bodies. She wasn’t sure if that was why he entered her thoughts at this moment, but it was a reasonable assumption.
In her reflection she could see a reddish mark where she had struck herself.
Closing her eyes, she imagined it was him spanking her and she slapped her ass again, savouring the sting. The pain was strangely arousing and stirred something deep within her.
Next, she gave her pussy a gentle smack, rubbed it, then hit it a second time with more force, the blow landing squarely on her clit. A shock went up her spin, her whole body tingling.
Jennifer looked down at her fingers as she moved her hand away, they were sticky and shiny in the light from the fire. She couldn’t believe she had gotten so turned on. Her hand drifted back over her mound and one finger pressed between her lips, penetrating easily. A second and third joined the first, sliding in and out, pushing deep. Her thumb rubbed circles over her hard clit while she fucked her thrusting fingers, moaning softly.
She could feel her second orgasm slowly building. Her fingers would get her off eventually but her pussy needed to be filled. Unfortunately, she hadn’t brought along any of her ‘toys’.
Searching around she spotted a hairbrush she had left on the bed earlier. It had a nice thick handle, perfect for what she needed. Grasping the brush by the bristles, she reached around behind her and eased it between her wet lips. It was much bigger than she expected and she caught her breath as it stretched her open, but she pushed hard and her pussy swallowed it up.
Jennifer turned her head towards the mirror to watch as she fucked the brush. She worked it slowly at first, taking it almost out, then thrusting back in, the rubber grip slick with her juices. She pulled the brush out and drummed her clit with the handle, the light tapping driving her crazy.
Jennifer pushed the brush back in, feeling the texture of the rubber grip as it slid past her lips.
It wasn’t long before she picked up the pace. She closed her eyes, thrusting the handle deep into her pussy, while her hips rocked, intensifying the pleasure.
Jennifer pictured Will again and called out his name. “That’s it Will, fuck me. Ohhh yess, fuck me hard! Pound my wet cunt!”
Faster and faster, she moved, her breath coming in raged gasps. Her knuckles turned white where she gripped the bedpost. She was close to her second orgasm of the night.
“Oh God, I’m cumming!” she shouted.
A few quick strokes and she plunged the brush to the hilt, then yanked it free. Cum squirted out, splashing her inner thighs.
The orgasm racked her body and she shook uncontrollably, dropping the brush. Jennifer’s knees were weak and she sank to the floor, panting. It took a few minutes for her to catch her breath, her pussy dripping, making a small puddle beneath her on the floor.
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