Super hot business chick just went nuts on me [MF]

My car broke down and I had to book a hotel room in the middle of nowhere. A woman got off the elevator at the same floor. She wore grey high heels, grey stockings, a grey skirt, a grey business jacket, a button-up black shirt, and a light pink scarf. She had dark-rim glasses and her jet-black hair was tied tightly back. She was maybe 30 or 32, fit and tall. She looked fierce, like she ate raw flesh for breakfast. You could cut yourself on her jaw line.

I felt awkward walking in front of her in the same direction she walked. She stomped more than walked. Under pressure, I got confused by the room numbers and stopped and started. She shot past me like a low-flying fighter jet and said, “I sure hope they didn’t give us the same room.” We both laughed, but they were completely different kinds of laughs. It turned out her room was directly across the hallway from mine.

I showered and decided to just find a meal downstairs. I came up an hour later. Across the hall my neighbour’s door was slightly ajar. At first I thought maybe she had gone out and that her door didn’t close. I figured I ought to do her a favour and shut it. But when I got there, I could see her legs on the end of her bed. The rest of her was obscured by the wall. Her feet were planted and her knees were pulled up. There were no shoes or stockings. What the hell, I thought. Did she leave the door open for me or was it open by accident? If I went in, there could be a terrible scene, even charges, who knows. I left it alone and went to my own room.

A short while later I heard a racket outside my door. Somebody was twisting and letting go of a knob repeatedly and a door was being opened and shut. It was noisier than it needed to be and I could hear a “Fuck” and a “Shit.” I investigated, creeping up slowly to my peephole. It was her across the hall. Things were not resolving so I opened my door. She acted surprised by me, but it was obviously acting. She said, chuckling a bit, “My door keeps opening by itself!” She said, “I keep trying to close it, but then it somehow opens again.”

“Let me see,” I said. I pulled it closed. She said it only works when she’s on the inside. So I opened it again and we both went into her room. In my mind, I was thinking, “Am I going to get eaten here?” She pressed it tight and we could hear it click. We both stood there waiting for it to open. I kept thinking, “I’m an idiot. What’s going on here?”

She said, “It doesn’t do it when I’m standing here, only when I leave it alone for awhile.”

I turned around and looked in her room. “You got a better one than I did,” I joked. Of course they’re all exactly the same.

She said, “You might as well sit down, it might take awhile. I’m only watching TV anyway.” I followed her and sat in her desk chair and she plopped down on her bed.

“Oh hell,” she said, “come onto the bed for fuck sakes, relax.” She wiggled a bag of chips to entice me, still looking at the TV.

I crawled up the bed beside her. It was a King size so there was lots of room between us. We both pulled up pillows to lean against the headboard. We didn’t talk at all, we just both lay there in our clothes with our hands clasped over our stomachs. I snuck peeks at her out the corner of my eye. Everything about her looked like knives. Her toes were sharp, her shin bones were sharp, even her hips poked up on points that looked like they cut. I didn’t dare look up further.

After about half an hour of this, she slithered under the sheets and blanket still without saying anything. Then, while completely focused on the show as though I wasn’t even there, she began withdrawing from underneath one item of clothing after another, draping them onto the chair pulled up beside her bed.

I tried keeping my focus on the show, but out the corner of my eye, I counted the jacket, the skirt, the blouse, then the stockings, the bra, and her panties. All of it black. “Well don’t you want to join me,” she finally said, looking over at me from her pillows.

“Okay,” I said. It had been quite a while since I felt like a fumbling teen, but she intimidated me like a shark. I slithered under the sheets the same way she did and got all my clothes off the same way as well, keeping my exaggerated focus on the TV, and this made her laugh.

When I was naked, she slid over next to me and, still focused on watching the show, our warm skin came together and our limbs slowly entangled. I moved my arm over her head and lowered onto my arm. She pulled the tight knot out of her hair and shook her head to spread it out, and settled back against my shoulder. Her hand crept over my stomach. We began to lightly stroke each other’s skin here and there.

The show ended and she got the remote and searched for some music. She turned her lamp off and with her black-out curtains tightly shut, it went pitch black inside the room. I stroked her hair and she pulled up against me and wrapped her arm all the way around my body.

I started saying something but she immediately pushed her finger to my lips. Something about being in complete darkness and silence except for the soft jazzy music made me feel high, especially being naked in bed with this super hot but sharp and dangerous woman.

She began licking my chest and moved down to my stomach. Her fingernails scratched me across my chest and shoulders so much I yelped. Next thing I knew, she was gulping me down her mouth. She whispered a whole bunch of “yeahs” and uh-huhs.” I could only use my hands to find out where she was and what she was doing. I think she was rubbing herself. No matter, because as soon as I touched her there, she literally flew up on top of me and lowered herself down for some 69ing.

She went at me like a wolf starved for meat. Every touch I made to her pussy made her snap around and grind her pelvis in my face. How many animals was she? Eating her out made her go like a Lynx. I liked it no doubt, but my head was all distracted. She was like a porn clip, not a person. It felt like she was putting it all on and pretending, maybe for herself, I didn’t know.

I got it in my head to try something even though a part of my mind was screaming “You’re an idiot, lay back and enjoy,” and another part was screaming, “You’re in trouble here, get the fuck out!” I ignored both and decided to give her what she had been giving me, and that was power and control.

I pushed her off and rolled her on her back. Before she knew what was happening, I stuffed her hands under her ass and clamped them there with my knees. She said, “What the fuck,” and I (lightly) slapped her face.

There was a pause. But I noted that I didn’t really have her hands trapped that well. She was pretending to free them, but not really trying.

She began to say something again, “You’re going to . . . “ and I slapped her again — lightly, but a slap all the same. I slid on my knees up her body and I grabbed a clump of her hair and wrapped it around my hand. Kneeling over her face, I held her head steady and dangled my cock all over her mouth. She tried to say something again but I shoved my cock in there instead.

By the time I pulled it out, she was panting and ravenous. I got off the bed and dragged her roughly by her ankles to the edge. She was grunting. I rolled her over and literally yanked up her hips. She became like a flopping doll, taking whatever shape I put her in. I used my feet to kick her legs apart. Man, she was panting all hoarsely like a fucking devil. I rammed my cock into her from behind and she grunted and groaned like meat.

When we finished, she said she had to have a drink. We dressed and went down to the bar. The walk down the hallway was distinctly different from when we first came up the hallway. For one thing, although she was wearing her same business outfit, I didn’t let her wear her bra. After she closed her door, I got another idea and I pushed her against the wall and pulled off her panties. I said, “I’ll be keeping these for now.” She went wild trying to kiss my whole face at once.

While we waited for the elevator, I took her by the shoulders and undid some buttons of her shirt. I exposed her breasts and twisted her nipples. She rammed her pelvis against me. I pushed her backward onto the elevator when the door opened, kissing her all the way in. Against the back wall, I pulled up her skirt and rubbed her and slipped fingers into her. She bent her knees and pushed her pussy out. I pinned her two wrists against the wall above her head with one hand and with my other, felt her whole body wherever I wanted to. It was like she was hung there just writhing and squirming. I’d never seen a woman in so much heat like this.

She actually embarrassed me in the bar she was so out of control. We sat on stools and she couldn’t keep her hands off my cock and kept whispering or even saying out loud stuff in my ear about being “so fucking horny,” or “so fucking wet,” and saying how much she had to fuck me here and now and all sorts of shit.

There was a live jazz band and even though nobody was on the little wood dance floor, she wouldn’t leave me alone, begging for me to dance with her, squeezing my cock and everything. So I did. She acted like absolutely no one was there. To be honest, there almost was nobody there and the band made themselves oblivious too. She was wrapped around my neck, kissing me fully, laughing and pressing her tits and hips hard against me. She turned around and pulled me from behind hard against her ass, dancing against me and twisting her head around to kiss me more wherever she could and laughing like a total sex maniac.

When we made our way back to the stools, she was trying to pull my hand to her pussy and kept droning in my ear, “I wanna fuck you now, I gotta fuck you!” It was wild, man.

I took her out of there and she all of a sudden found her legs and walked like there was a fire alarm. On the elevator she just automatically dropped on her knees and tore at my jeans and took my cock in her mouth so hard and rough I had to pull her head off and order her to take it easy. So then she started looking up at me with big bedroom eyes and licking me like she was honouring this precious cock. She was nuts, but she was fucking good at being nuts.

In my mind, I was thinking, I can’t do this. She’s too wild. So I took another chance. When we got to her door, I stopped her and I said, “When we go inside, drop the porn actress thing. If you feel good, good, just feel it. Don’t put anything on for me.” She looked at me with her eyebrows raised nodding slowly like she was deeply thinking.

What happened most of the rest of the night was something I’m not going to share.

I woke up to find her leaning out of the bathroom fixing an earring on with both hands. She said, “I don’t think you brought anything over to forget did you? I have to get going. Meetings!”

I laid in bed. She waved a cute goodbye, blew me a kiss and disappeared. Eventually I got out of bed, returned to my untouched room, got my bag and left too, back home. On the elevator, I felt something in my pocket. It was a letter she wrote on the hotel stationary. In the foyer of the hotel, there were signs welcoming some kind of academic conference of neuroscientists and psychologists. Her photo was there as one of the speakers. Crazy man.

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