Her Secret, My Desire

The rain hammered against the windows of the Premier Inn, mirroring the frantic drumming in my chest. Two years. Two years of a life seemingly perfect, a comfortable routine built on shared laughter, stolen kisses, and the quiet joy of building a family. Then, the note. A single, stark piece of paper left on the kitchen counter, bearing the chilling words: “You are booked the Premier Inn, go to the room and call me, I am going to be a call girl tonight.” It felt like a twisted prank, an elaborate joke from a friend. But the insistent pull of the unknown, the primal thrill of transgression, quickly drowned out any rational thought.

I’d always been a man who enjoyed pushing boundaries, a secret indulgence hidden beneath a veneer of stability. My wife, Sarah, a vibrant, beautiful woman, deserved better than my quiet, predictable life. So, I followed her instructions, a knot of anticipation and apprehension tightening in my gut. The Premier Inn room was sterile and anonymous, the air thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant. A small, trembling hand dialed the number she’d provided.

“Hello my name is Vanessa. How can I help you tonight?” Her voice was cool, professional, devoid of any warmth. It sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. This wasn't a prank. This was real.

“I’d like your services,” I managed, my voice a little shaky. “9:00 pm.” The confirmation felt like a surrender, a deliberate abandonment of the life I'd known.

As 9:00 pm approached, my nerves escalated. The rain intensified, blurring the neon lights outside. When the knock came, it was like a physical blow. I opened the door, and there she was. Not the Sarah I knew, but a completely different woman, radiating an almost predatory allure. She wore my Crombie coat, a dark, masculine garment that felt alien against my skin. Beneath it, she sported a shockingly short, electric blue satin skirt, barely concealing the tips of her crimson fishnets. High heels clicked against the linoleum floor, emphasizing her height and giving her an air of both power and vulnerability. Her blouse was unbuttoned, exposing a generous cleavage and a vibrant red bra, the nipples prominent and glistening with moisture. The look was deliberately provocative, designed to ignite a primal response. It worked. My body reacted instantly, a surge of heat rushing through my veins.

She glided past me, her movements fluid and confident. "It will be £100.00. Can we get that out of the way first?" Her words were blunt, devoid of any pretense. I fumbled through my wallet, pulling out the cash, and placed it on the bedside table. As I offered her a glass of wine, I noticed her sizing me up, her eyes lingering on my body, assessing my reaction. "Now, what would you like, tell me how I can please you?" Her gaze held a challenge, an invitation to dive headfirst into the unknown.

I stammered, struggling to articulate my desires. "I like oral," I managed, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate. A slow smile spread across her lips, a silent acknowledgment of my confession. She took a sip of wine, her eyes never leaving mine, as she casually pulled the top button of my jeans, feeling the texture of my cock through the fabric. She squeezed and rubbed me up and down, expertly stimulating my arousal before pulling down my fly buttons one by one. The sensation was exquisite, both painful and exhilarating. The coarse texture of the denim against my sensitive skin, the anticipation building with each movement, sent shivers down my spine.

Her eyes never left mine as she continued her ministrations, her gaze filled with a disturbing mix of amusement and satisfaction. She reveled in my growing arousal, her touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. She pulled my head away, her voice laced with a playful menace, "No kissing. Just sex."

As she continued her assault, she felt my cock through the jeans, squeezed and rubbed me up and down, and got me hard before she undid my fly buttons one-by-one, all the time rubbing my balls through the jeans with her other hand. Her hands moved with a practiced skill, expertly teasing my nerve endings, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

Throughout the entire process, she continued to look up at me and smile, her blouse gaping a little more, revealing the edge of her nipples over the low-cut bra. She undid the last button and pulled at my jeans. I wriggled a bit as they came down to my knees, and she began to rub my erect and very hard cock through my trunks, running her hand down to my balls and squeezing them just a little too hard, but having a very good effect. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and musk, filled the air, intensifying my desire.

She kept saying, “Mmmmm, you have a very hard cock, I am going to enjoy making it choke, I am going to choke it, and make it throw up its vomit.” I couldn’t believe these words were coming from her mouth, but it was turning me on so much I felt light headed.

She lifted the waistband of my trunks so as to release the now throbbing penis. I stepped out of my jeans, and she slid the undies down to my ankles. As she did this, for a split-second I felt her breath on my shaved balls. I stepped out of my undies and stood erect and naked from the waist down in front of my Call Girl Wife.

She stroked my stomach and looked up into my eyes, “My, your cock is almost ready to burst, we can’t have it spurting at me yet, can we?” She cupped my balls in her left hand, and as she did this she reached out and picked up the half full glass of Shiraz, and put it to her lips. She took a sip as she squeezed my balls and the grip seemed to increase as she sipped more, until I felt pain. I winced, and must have yelped a little, because she looked up at me and smiled.

She took another sip of wine and replaced the glass. She dipped her finger in the wine and held her finger over the tip of my cock and let it drip onto the tip. She pulled the foreskin back over the tip and then with the tip of her tongue she the licked into the foreskin, slowly pulling back the foreskin. She followed it down the head of my cock with her mouth, her lips squeezed tight over the head. It was like entering a tight virgin pussy. I felt a bead of pre-cum ease out onto the tip, as it did so she took it off with the tip of her tongue. Looking me in the eyes, she took it into her mouth and swallowed.

She undid her blouse, and pulled it off her shoulders, undid the bra which had a clip at the front, and let the cups fall to the side. Then she took my cock in her hand and pulled me to her breasts, and began to rub my tip on her erect nipples. I could feel her nipples getting slippery as pre-cum dribbled in droplets from my cock.

She took hold of the shaft with both hands and pulled back hard, it was painful but exciting. She placed her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and she squeezed them together. This cut off my balls from my cock. She then cupped her hand around my balls, and with the other hand she began to make long slow movements on my shaft, and every time she thought I was going to cum she squeezed my balls.

My heart was pumping so much and so loud I swear it could be heard outside the room.

Keeping my balls well and truly clamped, she stroked my shaft, then pulled it straight towards her, and took the tip into her mouth. I could feel her tongue working on my tip, she tried to force the tip of her tongue down the slit of my penis, this hurt a little. She then went back to licking all around the tip while her lips were squeezed tight like clamps.

I put my hands down to touch and stroke her tits, she pushed them away. I put my hands on either side of her head. She muttered, “Oh no, no touching.” She began to work on my cock now, taking it deeper into her mouth, then deeper until she was touching her chin on the hand that was clamped around my balls.

She let go of the shaft and just used her lips and mouth. I felt her hand on my hip and then on my buttocks. She pulled me into her mouth and I felt her teeth once as she took a little bite on my shaft. Her hand on my buttocks grabbed between my cheeks, and she began to massage my buttocks as she swallowed my cock.

Then I could sense her fingers between my bum cheeks and her fingers on the rim of my bum hole. I felt her nails on my rim. Then her hand left my bum, and she found the wine glass on the bedside table. She dipped her fingers in the wine, then put them back on my bum. This time she found the hole and started wiggling her finger into the hole. At first I clamped my arse tight, but she forced and it hurt less when I eased the tension. (I have never had my arse fingered, but with my cock in her mouth and the sight of all this in the bedroom mirror, it was sensual to say the least).

She was working hard on my cock now, wanking it with her pursed lips, my balls still clamped tight between finger and thumb. I had to spread my legs a little as her finger was working in my arse, then she pulled it all the way in and took it out, then she squeezed me up and down. I felt her nails on my rim. Then her hand left my bum, and she found the wine glass on the bedside table. She dipped her fingers in the wine, then put them back on my bum. This time she found the hole and started wiggling her finger into the hole. At first I clamped my arse tight, but she forced and it hurt less when I eased the tension. (I have never had my arse fingered, but with my cock in her mouth and the sight of all this in the bedroom mirror, it was sensual to say the least).

I could feel the thunder building up in my balls and cock. I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. Even her tension on my sack wasn’t going to stop me from spurting my cum.

She felt it too, and she pulled her mouth away from my cock. Juices were running down her chin and onto her tits. She looked up at me and with a very naughty smile licked her lips. She said, “Now it’s time to choke the cock.”

She let the grip go on my balls, and took a hold of my shaft. It was soaking and slippery. Her fingers were still up my arse and tickling my inside. She began to pull back my skin slow and hard, pulling it right back over the tip, then back as far as it would go. I felt the juices begin to build up. my heart was pounding my legs were aching. I had trouble standing, with my legs apart, her fingers up my arse, and my cock being pumped and squeezed.

It was all too much. She started saying, “Time to throw up your muck, choke the cock, throw up your sick stuff, come on be sick, dirty cock I’ll choke you till you throw up your mess.”

With that I exploded. I have never felt anything like it. I came so heavy, she waited till the last second then held back the skin hard, “Throw up on me, you dirty cock, come on I have choked you.”

I came at first just a squirt that hit her on the chin, then what followed was an explosion, over her face, and her tits, and then she just took it into her mouth and sucked and sucked until there was nothing left to give. She removed her finger from my bum, licked the tip of my cock until there was no trace of cum. She then ran her finger over her face and licked off the cum that had hit her. Her nipples had cum on them as did her bra and blouse.

I could hardly stand, so I sat next to her on the bed. She stood up, clipped her bra up, pulled her blouse back closed, and fastened it right up. She took a sip of the wine from the glass, put on her (my) coat, and said, “Bye Bye.”

I was out of breath stunned. I tried to say something as she closed the door behind her. Then I laid there for over an hour trying to work out what had just happened! I could still feel the fingers in my bum, the ache on my balls, the throb in my cock, and the cum down my legs.

I slept in the motel. it was around 1:00 am when I heard my mobile go off and looked at the text: “Sleep well, Bad Boy!”

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