What would you do if you were stuck outside your hotel room and your keycard wasn't working then a perfect god coincidentally comes your way? What would you say when he conveniently invites you into his room 'just next door'? Give thanks to Heaven? Or be a good girl and politely decline his chivalrous offer?
I don't think so ;)
Read excerpts below or go to my smashwords for a sample
I don't think so ;)
Read excerpts below or go to my smashwords for a sample
What could she say to that? Isabelle bit her lower lip at the declaration of what she was going to do. After all – why not? How not? Her gaze darted up and down his perfect form once more, catching over his crotch like a foot might trip on a tuft of grass. Isabelle felt a light flush over her entire body, most distinct upon her cheeks. The lightest tingles circled her nipples beneath her white blouse and lace bra, and the tiniest tingles tickled and encircled her clitoris in sympathy [...]
Isabelle slowly removed her blazer, conscious of her bosom heaving and flexing with her motion before his all seeing gaze. Her nipples perked beneath the padding of her white pushup bra. He came close to her and gently took her blazer. His lingering patience caused her entire body to sparkle and surge – imagine him closer. The god put the blazer away and turned to stare at her up and down, grinning.
"I want to see you naked. Let me undress you." He said confidently, as if he simply requested a document.
Isabelle couldn't help but blush and smile, letting a little cringing whine. The very thought of being stripped naked by this hot stranger within five minutes before even knowing his name felt terribly embarrassing yet unbelievably liberating. She was certain now something was going to happen – and the pluming tingles deep inside her vagina now thundered at the thought. Thank God – that something is going to happen tonight, with him. [...]
He sucked her mouth softly, then deeply, rhythmically building the passion with the grace and patience of some unspeakable superpower. That long tongue slowly massaged hers, licked her inner cheeks and the roof of her mouth, darted behind her upper teeth and behind her lips. His big hands wandered around her thighs and bum, gently squeezing and fondling, liberally, then up her back, before running through her mouse brown hair grown below her shoulders, tickling her neck beneath her locks, causing her to shudder and gasp. She felt his swollen member against her mons veneris, pressing upon her clitoral hood – her little button now throbbing terribly beneath, begging to be relieved. [...]
"Sit on the edge of the bed and remove your stockings." He said. Isabelle knew immediately what that entailed. Beyond this she truly had absolutely nothing to wear – and sitting down and raising her legs to remove the stockings gave him the view 'in between' he had yet to enjoy, having already observed her 'front and back'. Shame bloomed in her mind then a sense of complete liberation and a naughtiness that can never be confessed. Isabelle loved the idea of parting her legs in front of him, letting him see it all. He saw almost every part of her body except the entirety of her vulva, from clitoris to perineum. [...]
"Oh God!" She murmured, "Oh my God!" she whimpered again. "I'm so naked!"
"Yes. You're so naked..." He whispered into here ear. "Do you feel your nakedness? You're standing full frontal, facing the busy public, above everyone so they can look up and see it all." [...]
He merely chuckled into her ear. "Are you too ashamed to be seen full frontal? Hmm? Is anyone looking up at you? Take a good long look down and tell me."
Isabelle was desperate to get away from the window. She tugged a little but he held her fast. "Now now, there's a good girl, tell me if anyone is looking."
She stared hard to the crowd below. Were they looking up? She was sure some were. It was impossible to tell. Her imagination was running riot at the thought of it – reality and fantasy became a blur, the fires of orgasm deep inside didn't help.
"I don't know... Please..." She begged. [...]
"I don't want to get dressed and go all the way to reception!" Isabelle said irritably. What is he doing? Why spoil the flow?
"Who said anything about getting dressed?" He grinned. Never did Isabelle witness such a wicked grin. When it dawned on her what he planned the thrill and terror utterly blew her mind. She gasped wide eyed.
"Oh God no no no... Please..." She wailed, trying not to giggle. Her mind swam in a blur. If her business colleagues saw this, those people from the buses. The hotel reception would be full. Oh God no. [...]
Going naked outside ones hotel room is an age old dare – famous for its thrill and the amazing sex that follows. Yet it is a dare that always inspires terror at the moment of its execution. Now Isabelle stood at the very edge of the door of her room, held by her belusted god, wrists at shoulder height in his firm grip [...]
"Please at least let me have my underwear!" She stammered suddenly.
"Ok," he smiled "I'll let you wear just your panties. But only down at the hotel reception – not on the way. You can wear them around your ankles until we get there – if they fall off, you lose them. If you cheat and try to keep them on by using your hands or kicking excessively – you'll be penalised."
His grin was incessantly wicked. This mans imagination was boundless, perfect, cunning, titillating and teasing. [...]
Someone was coming and she was standing in the middle of the corridor stark naked, blushing, erect nipples, with panties held tight across her ankles!
"Oh my God please!" She wailed aloud, turning back to him, he simply smiled gently and raised his eyebrows. "Let's turn back!" She begged. She knew she didn't want to – but somehow couldn't help but succumb to fear and dismiss desire.
"I'm afraid I left my keycard in my room." He said softly, warm speech as nonchalant as his smile. His hands checked his pockets once more then raised as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh my God you're kidding me!!!" she panicked loudly [...]
It did not get any easier when the god reached down and rubbed her clitoral hood in slow tender circles, almost tickling as his embalmed fingertip glided round and round whilst the fingerpad rubbed atop. "Oh God... Oh God!!!" Isabelle gasped and wailed, her breath heaving faster as he picked up the pace. Long drawling wails droned from her throat followed by pained squeals of orgasmic anguish as his fingers changed speed, then direct, then his three fingertips tickled upward in a "come hither" motion from under her little lovebulb. [...]
"Would you like everyone to see you cum? Hmm? Naked outside like this in midair? Show them your flexing orifices?" The gods' voice was wickedly encouraging. He knew full well Isabelle was far beyond saying "No." despite the unbelievable shame. [...]
"It's relieving to get away from the public view isn't it?" The god smiled.
"Yes." Isabelle half giggled. Then he pointed to the display – 3rd floor, 2nd floor, 1st floor, and smiled to her. Isabelle gasped deeply, held her breath, Ground Floor. He smirked wickedly as she looked to him for comfort.
"It's time to get your keycard," he said "I'll pick up mine in the morning."
Thank God for that. To have this cunning teasing thrillmaking god in her room for the night – the disgrace was worth it.
The elevator doors opened slowly to a breeze of air that felt like a gush. The reception hall was full and noisy with some 120 people fresh off the buses. A sense of absolute terror and disgrace hit Isabelle like a blastwave. She could not help but gasp. [...]
"Oh please let's go back upstairs!" whined Isabelle, snuggling into the god's shoulder, desperate to hide her nakedness.
"No. Let everyone see you." Was all he said, with a subtle smirk. He gently took her and turned her full frontal and led her slowly out of the elevator. Three steps outside and she felt the most incredible sensation of nakedness humanly possible [...]
Dozens of pairs of eyes darted in her direction within 30 seconds. Some gasped, some smiled, some whispered, then the grins widened ear to ear. Cheers erupted as the god outstretched his arm as if introducing a singer on stage, his big handsome face beaming with a smile like a groom just married. Isabelle could not think but only feel the wish for the ground to swallow her up. [...]
"It's too shameful. I'm so naked. Please let me pull my panties up." She pleaded.
"You can pull them up now. You have one minute before you lose them again. You can turn around if you're too ashamed to keep showing yourself full frontal." The god's permanent wide smile finished as a wide wicked grin [...]
As she turned and faced reception, the elevator doors to her left opened once more. A wave of horror, terror and disgrace hit her like a missile when her boss and three colleagues emerged. Isabelle couldn't help but gasp aloud and freeze on the spot. "Oh God no!" She squealed "My boss! My co-workers! Oh my God!!!" [...]
"Isabellllllle!" Her boss cheered "I never knew you were so daring! Wow! Good to see you!" He winked [...]
"Isabelle, remember I said in the room I wouldn't ask you to hold your vulva wide open for me yet? I said I'd take a look at your pink and inside your vagina later on. I'd like to do that now." The god said, smiling casually. Isabelle felt faint with grief and shame.
"You mean now?" She drawled, "My boss is here. There are lots of people here."
"Yes. Now. Prove to me you're carefree and I'll fuck you. I'll make you cum again and again." The god said, casually yet businesslike.
"Promise?" Is all Isabelle could drawl, her speech capacity was reduced with the blur of thrill and shame. [...]
"Flex your vagina muscles, let us see it in motion. You already showed your exterior by twirling and waving your hips – show your inner grace now." The god grinned.
"Oh please that's too much..." Isabelle pleaded desperately.
"Be carefree and let us see," he smirked "when you flex your vagina muscles we'll get the bonus of seeing your anus flex too."
Oh God not again. Not another anal display.
"They can see my anus?" She wailed.
"They can see everything!" The god said wickedly, winking, smirking. "Now flex and we can go upstairs."
Isabelle started to flex but felt the turbulence of tingles. She knew she'd lose control.
"I can't!" She wailed.
"Do it." The god smirked. He knew full well what was happening. [...]
"Grip my fingers with your vaginal muscles." He said.
Isabelle could only obey. The orgasm darted and surged and burned terribly out of control inside, his jolting tugging fingers took her beyond redemption. [...]
Isabelle slowly removed her blazer, conscious of her bosom heaving and flexing with her motion before his all seeing gaze. Her nipples perked beneath the padding of her white pushup bra. He came close to her and gently took her blazer. His lingering patience caused her entire body to sparkle and surge – imagine him closer. The god put the blazer away and turned to stare at her up and down, grinning.
"I want to see you naked. Let me undress you." He said confidently, as if he simply requested a document.
Isabelle couldn't help but blush and smile, letting a little cringing whine. The very thought of being stripped naked by this hot stranger within five minutes before even knowing his name felt terribly embarrassing yet unbelievably liberating. She was certain now something was going to happen – and the pluming tingles deep inside her vagina now thundered at the thought. Thank God – that something is going to happen tonight, with him. [...]
He sucked her mouth softly, then deeply, rhythmically building the passion with the grace and patience of some unspeakable superpower. That long tongue slowly massaged hers, licked her inner cheeks and the roof of her mouth, darted behind her upper teeth and behind her lips. His big hands wandered around her thighs and bum, gently squeezing and fondling, liberally, then up her back, before running through her mouse brown hair grown below her shoulders, tickling her neck beneath her locks, causing her to shudder and gasp. She felt his swollen member against her mons veneris, pressing upon her clitoral hood – her little button now throbbing terribly beneath, begging to be relieved. [...]
"Sit on the edge of the bed and remove your stockings." He said. Isabelle knew immediately what that entailed. Beyond this she truly had absolutely nothing to wear – and sitting down and raising her legs to remove the stockings gave him the view 'in between' he had yet to enjoy, having already observed her 'front and back'. Shame bloomed in her mind then a sense of complete liberation and a naughtiness that can never be confessed. Isabelle loved the idea of parting her legs in front of him, letting him see it all. He saw almost every part of her body except the entirety of her vulva, from clitoris to perineum. [...]
"Oh God!" She murmured, "Oh my God!" she whimpered again. "I'm so naked!"
"Yes. You're so naked..." He whispered into here ear. "Do you feel your nakedness? You're standing full frontal, facing the busy public, above everyone so they can look up and see it all." [...]
He merely chuckled into her ear. "Are you too ashamed to be seen full frontal? Hmm? Is anyone looking up at you? Take a good long look down and tell me."
Isabelle was desperate to get away from the window. She tugged a little but he held her fast. "Now now, there's a good girl, tell me if anyone is looking."
She stared hard to the crowd below. Were they looking up? She was sure some were. It was impossible to tell. Her imagination was running riot at the thought of it – reality and fantasy became a blur, the fires of orgasm deep inside didn't help.
"I don't know... Please..." She begged. [...]
"I don't want to get dressed and go all the way to reception!" Isabelle said irritably. What is he doing? Why spoil the flow?
"Who said anything about getting dressed?" He grinned. Never did Isabelle witness such a wicked grin. When it dawned on her what he planned the thrill and terror utterly blew her mind. She gasped wide eyed.
"Oh God no no no... Please..." She wailed, trying not to giggle. Her mind swam in a blur. If her business colleagues saw this, those people from the buses. The hotel reception would be full. Oh God no. [...]
Going naked outside ones hotel room is an age old dare – famous for its thrill and the amazing sex that follows. Yet it is a dare that always inspires terror at the moment of its execution. Now Isabelle stood at the very edge of the door of her room, held by her belusted god, wrists at shoulder height in his firm grip [...]
"Please at least let me have my underwear!" She stammered suddenly.
"Ok," he smiled "I'll let you wear just your panties. But only down at the hotel reception – not on the way. You can wear them around your ankles until we get there – if they fall off, you lose them. If you cheat and try to keep them on by using your hands or kicking excessively – you'll be penalised."
His grin was incessantly wicked. This mans imagination was boundless, perfect, cunning, titillating and teasing. [...]
Someone was coming and she was standing in the middle of the corridor stark naked, blushing, erect nipples, with panties held tight across her ankles!
"Oh my God please!" She wailed aloud, turning back to him, he simply smiled gently and raised his eyebrows. "Let's turn back!" She begged. She knew she didn't want to – but somehow couldn't help but succumb to fear and dismiss desire.
"I'm afraid I left my keycard in my room." He said softly, warm speech as nonchalant as his smile. His hands checked his pockets once more then raised as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh my God you're kidding me!!!" she panicked loudly [...]
It did not get any easier when the god reached down and rubbed her clitoral hood in slow tender circles, almost tickling as his embalmed fingertip glided round and round whilst the fingerpad rubbed atop. "Oh God... Oh God!!!" Isabelle gasped and wailed, her breath heaving faster as he picked up the pace. Long drawling wails droned from her throat followed by pained squeals of orgasmic anguish as his fingers changed speed, then direct, then his three fingertips tickled upward in a "come hither" motion from under her little lovebulb. [...]
"Would you like everyone to see you cum? Hmm? Naked outside like this in midair? Show them your flexing orifices?" The gods' voice was wickedly encouraging. He knew full well Isabelle was far beyond saying "No." despite the unbelievable shame. [...]
"It's relieving to get away from the public view isn't it?" The god smiled.
"Yes." Isabelle half giggled. Then he pointed to the display – 3rd floor, 2nd floor, 1st floor, and smiled to her. Isabelle gasped deeply, held her breath, Ground Floor. He smirked wickedly as she looked to him for comfort.
"It's time to get your keycard," he said "I'll pick up mine in the morning."
Thank God for that. To have this cunning teasing thrillmaking god in her room for the night – the disgrace was worth it.
The elevator doors opened slowly to a breeze of air that felt like a gush. The reception hall was full and noisy with some 120 people fresh off the buses. A sense of absolute terror and disgrace hit Isabelle like a blastwave. She could not help but gasp. [...]
"Oh please let's go back upstairs!" whined Isabelle, snuggling into the god's shoulder, desperate to hide her nakedness.
"No. Let everyone see you." Was all he said, with a subtle smirk. He gently took her and turned her full frontal and led her slowly out of the elevator. Three steps outside and she felt the most incredible sensation of nakedness humanly possible [...]
Dozens of pairs of eyes darted in her direction within 30 seconds. Some gasped, some smiled, some whispered, then the grins widened ear to ear. Cheers erupted as the god outstretched his arm as if introducing a singer on stage, his big handsome face beaming with a smile like a groom just married. Isabelle could not think but only feel the wish for the ground to swallow her up. [...]
"It's too shameful. I'm so naked. Please let me pull my panties up." She pleaded.
"You can pull them up now. You have one minute before you lose them again. You can turn around if you're too ashamed to keep showing yourself full frontal." The god's permanent wide smile finished as a wide wicked grin [...]
As she turned and faced reception, the elevator doors to her left opened once more. A wave of horror, terror and disgrace hit her like a missile when her boss and three colleagues emerged. Isabelle couldn't help but gasp aloud and freeze on the spot. "Oh God no!" She squealed "My boss! My co-workers! Oh my God!!!" [...]
"Isabellllllle!" Her boss cheered "I never knew you were so daring! Wow! Good to see you!" He winked [...]
"Isabelle, remember I said in the room I wouldn't ask you to hold your vulva wide open for me yet? I said I'd take a look at your pink and inside your vagina later on. I'd like to do that now." The god said, smiling casually. Isabelle felt faint with grief and shame.
"You mean now?" She drawled, "My boss is here. There are lots of people here."
"Yes. Now. Prove to me you're carefree and I'll fuck you. I'll make you cum again and again." The god said, casually yet businesslike.
"Promise?" Is all Isabelle could drawl, her speech capacity was reduced with the blur of thrill and shame. [...]
"Flex your vagina muscles, let us see it in motion. You already showed your exterior by twirling and waving your hips – show your inner grace now." The god grinned.
"Oh please that's too much..." Isabelle pleaded desperately.
"Be carefree and let us see," he smirked "when you flex your vagina muscles we'll get the bonus of seeing your anus flex too."
Oh God not again. Not another anal display.
"They can see my anus?" She wailed.
"They can see everything!" The god said wickedly, winking, smirking. "Now flex and we can go upstairs."
Isabelle started to flex but felt the turbulence of tingles. She knew she'd lose control.
"I can't!" She wailed.
"Do it." The god smirked. He knew full well what was happening. [...]
"Grip my fingers with your vaginal muscles." He said.
Isabelle could only obey. The orgasm darted and surged and burned terribly out of control inside, his jolting tugging fingers took her beyond redemption. [...]