With a mouth like a sailor and the body of a ballerina she created a unique prospect for his night in Amsterdam. “I am a daughter of a wealthy family back home.” she said as she stopped chewing and took the gum out of her mouth and stuck it to the leg of the end table. On your knees you need to get creative he mused and took it all in and looked at his new date fumbling with his belt.
He had stumbled to her window, half-drunk after dinner with colleagues and a failed meetup. When he spotted the name in the window and her body he had no choice. She was a dead ringer, down to even the name on her business card. Everywhere he went he was reminded. He just needed relief from what had started earlier in the hotel, but had failed so miserably, just one more chance he had hoped wistfully
“I don’t need your fucking money. I am doing this because I love cock, your cock. Now let me see what I have to work with”. She said as she reached for his belt. The cramped room, the cot in the corner and the window with the red pulsing light out front left him worried he had taken on too much. Her grating voice and the way she smacked her lips when chewing left him laughing at himself.
She may have look similar, her breasts were full and heavy but firm, her waist, slightly larger than a ballerina but my god did she turn him on. Her small, upturned nose, the black lace bra with one shoulder strap holding all the goods and the sweat on her chest revealed she had been busy that night. Everything but that voice was on point. The softness and adoration were replaced with the brass tacks of business and the economics of fast symptom relief. Enough to throw cold water on his vivid imagination.
Standing there with his jeans and underwear he let her inspect what she had to work with. “Well tiger, you sure you don’t want a purple light? “ she said as she laughed and pulled on his limp cock with her thumb and pinky playfully
“No seriously you look like this…” he started “Could you just be quiet and let me picture her and…” without saying another word she took his limp cock into her mouth and started coiling her tongue around it – like it was a piece of gum. Maybe that is how she tunes out the world, chewing gum and sucking dick, sucking dick and chewing gum while she sits on a pile of money back home. Grabbing the bun on the back of her head he pulled her off as she was about to blow a bubble with his cock.
“Sorry love, this isn’t working for me. You look like her but you aren’t her” he said as he stepped away and pulled up his pants. Before she could say anything, he grabbed a fifty euro note, left it on the end table right and opened the door out the to the open street. A bachelor party nearby erupted in cheers as they saw him leave. If they only knew he said to himself as he shook his head and smiled meekly.
“Your loss honey. The purple lights are that way love, now let me earn some money. There is a bachelor party coming “ she said as she shut the door on him.
Working his way back to his hotel he passed the bachelor party as they gave him a slap on the shoulders and started chatting with her.
After getting lost a few times and having to ask for directions his desperation grew. All he could think of was her and not the substitute look alike version that performed fellatio like a business deal as he walked into his hotel room.
Stripping off his clothes he jumped in the shower to wash off what he felt but as much as he scrubbed the feeling of filth wouldn’t leave. He stared at himself through the foggy glass of the shower door and in the full-length mirror of the bathroom.
Looking at himself, his chest, nipples and patches of chest hair running down to his groin he was in good shape still. His hair, slightly receding hairline. His veins were starting to pulse and he could feel his breath waking from its slumber. Imaging her fingers delicately touching him, he worked his way over his body, the warm water digging into his neck and back.
Steam slowly filled the room. Turning around he admired his firm ass and its dimple as he started to pump himself with his hand full of soap. He loved that view of pumping like a dog that has let go of all of its inhibitions. Finally, fully erect he pulled up from his thoughts to admire himself. His cock, as if on a string bounced obediently – for her.
On the floor under the towel from their shower earlier he saw her black panties pulled off in their haste. Opening the door of the shower he pulled them to his nose and took a longwinded pull of her, smelling her deepest most intimates.
Leaning against the wall he clutched the panties to his nose pushed his ass out and felt the warm jets of the shower mingling over him like her hands, massaging him. Her scent just the right kick to leave him breathless. Knees week he felt her on her knees under him, cupping his balls, sliding a finger over his ass. Pushing in……
“Dan I thought I left my ….” She said as he grunted her name and bit his lips mid stroke….
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wagnvt/the_catfish_diaries_part_1_deep_desire