“It’s open.” He said. The door of the hotel room opens. The luxury suite was partially dark; the light from the nightstand lamp came through and cast light upon a shadowy figure sitting in the chair next to the bed.
“Come in.” He said. His deep voice welcomed her in, and she closed the door behind her.
“So, what would you like me to do, Sir?” She asked and commenced to unbutton her blouse.
“Keep it on, and come closer,” he said.
She walked towards him in her tall pencil-thin heels and dressed in tight red clothes. She was sufficiently attractive to have caught any man’s attention. But he completely ignored her sensual beauty, long blond hair, those eyes, and that beautiful smile. Biting her lips suggestively, she stood in front of him.
“Kneel.” He commanded.
She obeyed and kneeled before him. She knew what exactly he wanted and unzipped his pants.
“And don’t swallow it,” he said and dropped tissues down on the plush carpet.
He was a rich and strong man–sitting in front of a woman who routinely had casual sexual encounters with other men.
She began arousing him. With her fingers wrapped around his penis, she began stroking the skin up and down. Finding him hot, she ingressed his thick shaft in her mouth to blow him away.
He had no regrets about how little connection he had with her. He just saw her as flesh to satisfy his lust rather than a human being. Beyond this, nothing can touch him.
The scarlet woman on her knees bobbed her head as she pleasured him, thrusting against the back of her throat, sucked and stroked the crest with her mouth. His head fell back in satisfaction as he kept moaning and imagining her in his head. The only girl he ever loved and she comes in his dreams and steals his heart’s peace.
There was no heat, no passion from him in return. He only wanted to quench his sexual thirst. He groaned, on a sharp suck, and closed his eyes, and with the crowning moment, the load spilled over. After the discharge, he stood up tall and made his way to the bathroom, flushed the tissues, wiped his penis with a washcloth, and tossed it into the waste bin.
The experienced woman, who had served him in his room, waited near the bed.
“The donation is on the table, and you can stay overnight if you like,” he said and shut the door behind him, leaving the woman unaccompanied in the suite.
‘I’m neither a lover nor a heartbreaker.’