Lisa and I lay in each other's arms for a while and though I was relaxed my mind was racing. How could I release Lisa from Blackthorn's insidious grasp? How could I stop his blackmail?

Just as it came to me, Lisa's phone went--she looked at the display. "Speak of the devil," she said.

"It's him?"

"Yes."

"Perfect. Get him to come here, will you?"

She nodded as she answered the phone. "Hi."

I could only hear her side of the conversation.

"Cleaning room 312."

Pause.

"I'll finish the rest of the third floor within the hour."

Pause.

"I will. I promise!"

Pause.

"The lady in 312 wants to speak to the manager. I said..."

Pause.

"Well I'm sorry but I said you'd come up."

Pause.

"I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry. But she's expecting you."

Pause.

"Yes. Ok. As quick as I can."

She hung up.

"God I hate that man."

I smiled. "Don't worry. I'll sort him out. Does your phone have a camera?"

"No."

"Ok. Use mine then."

I showed her how, then put the towel back in the bathroom and put on a hotel bath robe. Lisa and I exchanged a few more words. I was just tying the bathrobe when there was a knock on the door.

Looking around, Lisa was nowhere to be seen.

"Hello," I said. "Come in."

In came Blackthorn. He was tall and, at least at first glance, quite stern; but when he saw me, standing there in the white towelling robe, he softened. He was wearing a dark pin striped suit, white shirt and neural tie. His hair was salt and pepper, slicked straight back across his head. His eyes were a steely grey.

"Good afternoon Miss. I understand from the chambermaid that you need some assistance?"

He was so greasy, so smarmy I wasn't sure I could go through with my plan. But, for Lisa's sake I decided I needed to try.

"Yes--please. There are a few little things. I wondered if you could help. I can't get the sound to work on the television.” I leaned down to pick the remote off the bed and let him get an eyeful of cleavage in the process.

He coughed as if clearing his throat--hoping I hadn't realised how hungry his look had been.

"Let me take a look."

He fumbled to turn on the TV and then messed with the remote control. There really was nothing wrong, I had just turned down the volume and pressed the mute button. In a few seconds he had the sound coming from the TV just fine.

"Oh my," I said. "That was easy. You make me feel such a fool." I smiled and bit my lip. "You must think I'm an idiot."

"Not at all Miss, not at all."

He smiled again and I saw that one of his canines was gold. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Well, I have just had a lovely hot bath--but I could do with an extra towel or two--could you help?"

He smiled and nodded. This was clearly a menial task, but he enjoyed letching at me. "I'll be right back." He turned on his heel and, while he was briefly out of the room, I pretended to be fiddling with the plug for the bedside light--bending at the waist, with my back to the door.

"Here we are Miss."

I turned, still bending over and gave him a much better view of my tits. I was all smiles.

"Oh thank you," I said.

This time I caught him staring at my breasts; I straightened up and pulled the robe together across my chest. I bit my lip, then said, "Do you like what you see?"

He smiled back at me. He seemed to be fumbling with his left hand. I realised he was not too subtly taking off his wedding ring. "What red blooded man wouldn’t like what I see?"

I grinned and made a show of fluttering my eyelids. "Do you like girls with curves?"

He licked his lips--he really did. But my heart was pounding now, and there was no turning back. "Oh yes," he said, "I certainly do."

"Did you close the door behind you?" I asked.

He glanced at the door to make sure. "Certainly did."

I put my hands on my hips. "Then you're all alone with me and my curves."

His voice lowered and became more of a growl, "I can hardly see them under that dressing gown."

I raised my eyebrows, "So what would you have me do?"

There was a pause. Now he was at the point of no return. He cleared his throat again. "Open your dressing gown."

"Really? You'd like to see more of my curves?"

He nodded and combed his hand through that slicked back hair.

Slowly, taking my time, I undid the dressing gown and opened it, revealing my naked body. Nothing was left to the imagination. Only a little while previously Lisa had been licking my nearly bare pussy, which was now on show to her tormentor.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Gorgeous."

I shrugged the dressing grown from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, grinning broadly. I pivoted on the spot and let him see my arse then I bent over to really show off my curves.

"Bloody hell," he growled.

"Am I getting you... Excited?"

"Too bloody right you are."

"Show me," I replied, "Show me how you're getting excited."

He gulped and stepped forward, then undid his flies. He fished in his trousers and pulled out his semi-erect cock.

"Oh my."

I stepped towards him. "You do seem to be a little excited.” I stepped closer still and reached out to touch his dick. As my fingertips made contact with his member, it jerked in my hand, growing as I wrapped my fingers around him. Slowly I started to stroke his dick and he growled like a dog.

He was a good six inches taller than me. I looked up at him and smiled as I stroked his dick. "Mind if I take a closer look?" I asked with a smirk.

"Go right ahead," he replied.

I knelt down in front of him, my hands still stroking his dick. Pausing for a moment, I undid his trousers and pulled them to the floor. He was still standing there in his suit and tie; however, but for his shoes and socks, he was naked from the waist down.

I leaned in and looked more closely at the tip of his uncut cock. Slowly I drew back the foreskin to reveal a shiny helmet. A dribble of pre-cum was leaking. I flicked out my tongue to taste it. He shuddered, then gasped as my mouth enveloped his glans. I sucked hard on his cock and he gasped and grabbed my hair. Slowly I pushed forward taking more and more cock into my mouth.

I looked up to see his steely eyes glare at me with a cold desire.

He wanted me. But that was fine. That was the plan.

His cock sprang from my mouth with a pop. I lifted it vertically and licked at his balls. His canine growl lowered in pitch and his cock stiffened more as I sucked on his balls rolling them around with my tongue. I looked up at him, my eyes smiling. He pulled away from me and, when I released his balls, he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his trousers from his ankles. First his tie went, then his jacket and shirt. Then he was standing before me wearing nothing but a pair of black socks. I knelt up and pressed my tits together. "Fuck them. Does your wife let you fuck her tits?"

"Does she hell." His voice sounded guttural. Lupine. His desire for me was animal. I felt his cock slide between my tits and his hands grab my hair. His head fell back and he arched his back as he fucked my tits.

"Maybe it's been a little while since you fucked your wife," I suggested.

"Too fucking long."

I pulled away and let his rigid cock slip from between my tits. "Why don't you lie on the bed?" I whispered.

He did as I suggested and I knelt above him, teasing him by letting my hanging tits brush against his body: his chest, his face, then down towards his cock, still standing to attention. I swung a leg over him and, facing away from him straddled his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit before arching his back and pulling me down onto his cock. I gasped as its length entered me. He held my waist in his hands and bounced me up and down on his cock. I built up some speed and rhythm, listening to his breathing, getting him closer and closer to coming. When I thought he was on the point of climax I sat up straight and released his cock from my now dripping cunt.

He gasped in frustration and tried to pull me back down. I looked over my shoulder at him and smirked. "Was that bad?"

“You fucking tease.”

“I was bad, wasn’t I?”

I bent over and wiggled my arse at him. “When your wife is naughty do you spank her? I bet you don’t do you?”

His eyes were firey. He sat up, then stood next to the bed, next to me, his cock waving in front of him and slapped my arse hard. Hard enough to make me gasp.

“Oh I have been naughty, haven’t I?”

Smack!

“I’ve been bad.”

Smack.

“I must deserve this spanking.”

Smack. My arse was stinging.

“When did your wife last get a spanking like this?”

Whack! This one was hard enough it sent my tits swinging. Again I gasped.

I turned around, still on all fours but now facing him, kneeling on the bed. I looked up at him and whispered. “I think there’s something. No, I bet there’s something else you’ve never done to your wife.”

“Oh really?”

I nodded, my eyes twinkling. “I bet you’ve never fucked her in the arse, have you?”

His steely eyes flickered.

“Oh, I’m right, aren’t I?” I leaned forward and spat on his cock, then rubbed my spit up and down its length. “But you’d love to fuck my tight little arse, wouldn’t you?”

I could see his jaw clench, he bared his teeth, his eyes like slits.

“Wouldn’t you?”

I turned around and wiggled my arse in front of him. First I felt his hands on my waist, then the tip of his cock in the cleft of my arse. His cock slipped in and back out of my pussy, then he had to direct it; I groaned as I felt its tip pushing at the puckered bud of my arsehole. The pressure increased as he thrust forward, pulling me back onto his cock. I did my best to relax my sphincter and felt the head of his cock inside me.

“Oh God,” I whispered, “Oh God. Fuck my arse. Fuck me.”

I felt his hands tighten at my waist and he pulled me back on to his slick cock. Against I gasped as, inch by inch he hammered his thick throbbing cock into my arse.

“Is this how you imagine your wife would feel if you fucked her arse?” I squealed as he rammed the last few inches inside me.

Smack! He gave my already red arse another good swat, and I squealed again.

I felt his cock start to withdraw and then he rammed it back inside me. He felt enormous inside me--absolutely enormous.

I was becoming lightheaded as he fucked me harder and harder. There was no tenderness, no concern for my feelings, my pleasure. This was all about him; his pleasure and his fury at my taunting. My tits slapped together as he hammered his cock back inside me. “Sweet Jesus!” I whispered.”

Smack! My arse was stinging from the spanking; my hole tight around his shaft as he fucked me without mercy, without quarter. His thrusting became faster, more urgent. I could only get my words out between his thrusts: “I… bet… your… wife… would… love… this.”

Smack! I squealed and the room was spinning. He leaned forward and grabbed my swinging tits in his hands as he pummeled by arse over and over. His own buttocks became a blur as he fucked me faster and faster. When he came, I felt his whole body tense: his hands clenched my tits, his arms, legs and cock rigid. When he let go of my waist I fell forward and his cock slipped from my arse. He just stood over me, looking down on me like I was a piece of meat. He had used me; what he didn’t know right then, was that I had used him too.

“Wow, lover. That was quite something. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d never fucked an arse before in your life. But your wife’s a lucky woman, isn’t she?”

“What is it about my wife? Why do you keep talking about my wife?”

I chuckled. “I don’t know. maybe it’s because I watched you take off your wedding ring.”

He was getting dressed now. Pulling on his boxers and trousers. Doing up his shirt, and tying his tie. He looked down at me, now lying on the bed. “Will you be around later?”

“Why?”

“I might need some more punishment. Who knows?” I smiled and wrinkled my nose at him, coquettishly.

He tightened his tie, and stared down at me. He had no idea what to make of me. “I’ll be free at eight.”

“Ooh.” I replied, “How lovely. Eight.”

His smile was more of a sneer. His shoes on now, he turned on his heel and left. As soon as the door had shut, I said, “How did you do?”

Lisa’s voice came out from behind the curtain. “Great.”