07 : Enjoying Him

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The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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Mickey fucks like the professional he is. We've been at it for almost two hours at this point, and I still haven't had my fill. We have gone through a series of positions, each better than the last, and he has made me come three times already, not including the two times this morning. He was most definitely a consummate professional.

He pounds into me roughly from behind, holding me by one shoulder and one hip. The little camera is between our legs, but I can barely pay attention to anything but his hips hammering against my ass and my impending orgasm. "Can I spank you?" he asks me, panting.

"Yes, please!"

He smacks a hand against my ass between thrusts, sending a shock wave of pleasure through me and making me clench around him. Then he does it again to the other cheek once, then twice. I feel myself tense as I'm getting closer, but then he stops.

He pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back. I relax against the fluffy comforter, staring up at him. He leans over and adjusts the camera, his amazing erection standing strong as if he were not distracted at all. I catch my breath as he turns the viewfinder towards us, and tilts it a bit more. I feel empty, my excitement fading slightly. I want him. Now.

I lean up onto my elbows and pout. "How long are you going to keep me waiting?"

He smiles down at me. "Anticipation only makes it better, baby." He leans over me, and I lie back. "I'll show you soon enough." He pushes into me once more, and I groan.

He looks down at me as he thrusts into me steadily. His hips make a slapping sound against my thighs, and I can't help but look at the viewfinder. This wasn't a great look for me. I reach up and coax him closer. He leans onto his hands and slows his thrusts, churning himself inside me at much slower, tantalizing pace. I run my hands over the tight muscles flexing in his core, feeling every inch of him stirring inside me, and I can't understand how I deserve anything that is happening.

"Hey," I sigh. He looks at me questioningly as he rolls his perfect body atop me. "How much of porn is worrying how fat your thighs look on camera?"

He snorts lightly and then drops his head as he loses himself to his laughter. When he looks back up at me he looks so pleased, smiling mischievously before continuing at a much more relentless pace. He runs his hands over my breasts, then arms, lacing his fingers between mine as he lies atop me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he leans down and kisses me passionately.

He swirls his hips as he thrusts hard, grinding himself against my opening as he pushes himself deep inside me. I feel like I am unraveling, my body quivering beneath his dominant embrace. How does he do this to me? My fingers tighten around his. "Mickey," I whine. He hums, sliding his tongue up the sensitive skin of my neck. I tense around him as I come. "Mickey!" I nearly scream.

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I wake up, and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. Sunlight spills in through the window onto the fluffy, white comforter of the hotel room. It's morning already.

Mickey wore me out to the point of exhaustion last night. He was seriously talented, and I had taken full advantage of the opportunity. I remember the fourth orgasm quite vividly, but I don't remember falling asleep in his bed.

I roll over quickly, finding Mickey awake but still naked, sitting up beneath the covers looking at the camera in his hands. He looks over at me and smiles handsomely. "Good morning," he says.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep. You should have woke me up."

"You had a big night. I figured you could use the rest," he says gently. He is so nice. I smile coyly at him. "I'm very happy with some of these shots. I think you'll really like them." He sinks down to lie close to me, tilting the camera so I can see the playback. His hand squeezes my ass, guiding me as I slide up and down his cock vigorously. My pussy clenches, remembering what it felt like when he was inside me. "You have an amazing ass. I have plenty to work with."

I nuzzle my chin deeper into the soft pillow, attempting to hide my blush. "Good. I'm glad," I say quietly. My eyes scan his face so close to mine as if attempting to memorize his relaxed expression. I roll over and start to climb out from beneath the covers.

"You're not leaving, are you? I was going to order room service."

Looking at the clock, I see it is already eight-thirty. "I have class in a couple hours. I need to go home to grab my stuff and change."

He actually pouts. "Really?"

I smile. He makes me feel so special. "Yes, really."

I get up, and put my clothes back on, including the shitty hoodie. Mickey climbs out of the bed and puts on his underwear.

"I'll email you everything before it's posted for your approval," he tells me.

"Great."

"Thanks again for this. I had a wonderful time."

"Yeah. Me too." I don't know whether to give him a handshake or a kiss, so we hug, both of us laughing at the awkwardness of it all. "Have a safe trip home, if I don't see you before you leave." Why did I say that? Now he thinks I want to see him again.

I do want to see him again. I feel like I want to see him the rest of my life. Good dick makes you stupid like that.

"I will." He gives me a sexy, panty-dropping smile. "See you later, gorgeous."

I walk out of his room and close the door behind me. When I turn around, I almost bump into a housekeeping cart. "Shit." I almost forgot I worked here. I lift my hoodie over my head quickly and pull it over my face.

I decide to bypass the elevator and its additional cameras and take the stairs. I go down the steps slowly, smiling to myself over my accomplishment. Completing a fantasy is incredibly rewarding, it turns out. I shamelessly place my hand between my legs and apply pressure to the delicious soreness that is still there. Sorry vagina, you're ruined now, I think.

I make it to the second floor and the door opens. Travis walks through it and my heart stops.

"Penelope?"

I feel like I am about to have a heart attack, but I play it off the best I can. "Hey, Travis."

"What are you doing here? You're not scheduled for today."

"No, I have class today. I, uh ..." I dig into my pocket and pull out my phone. "I thought I had lost my phone but I remembered I used it in here."

He looks at me and then my phone, and can't tell whether he believes me or not. My heart pounds nervously against my ribs. "Well, I'm glad you found it," he says finally. I let out a relieved breath silently. "You know you could have come by the front desk and asked for help."

"I didn't want to bother you if I already knew where it was."

"Okay." He does his annoying end of conversation linger thing. I try to walk past him and he pulls me into an unsolicited hug. I return it hesitantly, not feeling too thrilled that my boss is touching me. "You smell nice. New perfume?"

Yeah, it's called Eau de Latex and Sweat. "No, just the hoodie I guess," I say with a polite grin, pulling away from him.

He smiles down at me. "Well, have a great day at school."

"I will try my hardest. See you tomorrow."

I practically flee from him and walk quickly down the service corridor. I run out of the building to my car and jump inside. I sit and grip my steering wheel for a moment, rethinking every step I had taken over the last 24 hours. Did I get away with it? I scrub my hands over my face, desperately hoping I did not just fuck myself for the sake of getting fucked.

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