Erotic Fiction: Getting Handy
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“Laura.” I smiled at her, opening the door of the hotel room for her to walk in. She stepped confidently through the threshold in her stilettos, pressing a light kiss to my cheek before shrugging off her camel-coloured jacket. I leaned back to take her all in. Tonight, she had on a sheer red lace top, unabashedly showing off the smooth black silk bra underneath it. The sleeves reached her wrists, clinging to her slender arms in a way that seemed equal parts sultry and innocent. That’s what I loved so much about her: that effortless way she could pass as anything she wanted to at a given moment.
I wrapped my arm over her waist, hand resting on the curve of her hips. They were hugged tightly by a black leather mini skirt, fitted to the hemline just below her ass. Laura raised an eyebrow suggestively at me, turning her open palm close to my hand. I placed the money there, plus a little extra, as I always did, and kissed her mouth.
She grinned, leisurely opening her purse and slipping the money inside before the clasp closed again with a muted snap.
“What am I doing for you today, Mr. James?” I had to play it cool, to act like I hadn’t been thinking about how I’d use up my hour with Laura tonight. I had spent the majority of the day — while at the office lacking focus on my paperwork — thinking about how I would have asked Laura for ‘the usual’: a blowjob to start the night off right before some rough sex for the remaining time I had with her (after, of course, what was usually a quick refractory period).
“A handjob.” She nodded once, a smirk spreading over her face as she took my hand and guided me to the edge of the bed. Sinking to her knees, Laura slowly undid my belt buckle, the thick leather slithering out of its place around my waist and onto the floor with a soft thud. She trailed the tip of her index finger up along my inner thigh, still covered by my dress pants, and over the expanse of the growing bulge between my legs.
Quickly, with the palm of her hand flat against my stomach, she pushed me back against the mattress. I waited, my heart rate picking up to a steady thrum, as she rose from her spot on the floor to look down at me from the edge of the bed. I drew in a long breath, watching Laura unbutton my pants, lower the zipper. In a moment, my cock was free, springing from beneath my briefs into her open hand.
Laura grasped me gently, her hand slowly stroking up and down, her thumb grazing the underside of my dick. I let out a long sigh, sinking into the sensations that were gradually building up inside of me. She began moving more quickly, rotating her wrist back and forth as she leaned in closer.
“You like that?” she asked, her voice low and breathy. “Does that feel good?”
“Fuck, yeah.” My eyes turned upwards, mesmerized by the stucco on the ceiling, as she continued to stroke my cock. The moment she grabbed my balls, caressing the curves with her long nails, I felt shivers crawl up my back, my shoulders. I felt that growing heaviness of climax ebb up.
When Laura pulled away briefly, it took me a moment to refocus on her. My dick was still hard, pulsating, and I was slowly registering her movements as she slipped her red lace shirt over her head, unhooked her ebony bra.
She moved towards me again, pulling my body back towards her, so that my legs hung over the side of the bed. With her tits, she took my dick between them and began stroking me up and down, pressing the large masses together tightly against me. I let out a loud groan, hips lifting from the blankets to get closer to her chest.
Now, the tip of my dick was pointing up to her chin. Her motions became exaggerated, elongated, and it was exactly what I needed to feel in those moments.
“Cum for me, baby,” she murmured, the strokes slowing to an agonizing yet tantalizing rhythm.
With a drawn-out moan, I came, the cum spurting up onto the smooth skin of her chest. She took my cock in her hand, trailing the tip between her breasts before running the pad of her thumb over it seductively.
