Sordida - The Goddess of Sex

The Goddess of Sex

Early one morning, one of the cameras pinged me. I first saw her looking out at the ocean from the edge of her room. The light was streaming in, flooding her beautiful face and I was immediately transfixed. But it was really more than her beauty that captivated me. It was hard to define, but something in her regal bearing communicated that she was confident and full of sexual power.

As the French say, she had a "je ne sais quoi", or she had the "it" that has been described as "that strange magnetism that attracts both sexes". But in her case, she had more than "it", or an undefineable sexual spirit. She also had the smoking hot body and stunning looks to make it work. Or as Dorothy Parker said "It, hell. She had THOSE".

So understandably, I was completely captivated with watching her, and just sat staring as she went about her business, alone in the huge hotel suite.

Hours later, her cell phone rang, and I got to hear her voice for the first time. It was light and feminine but had a definite strength behind it. Of course, I could only hear her half of the conversation:

"Hello" she said, answering the phone.

Then I heard the buzz, buzz of a man's voice on the phone.

"I'm fine now that you've called, when will you be here?"

A sadder, droning buzz through the phone.

"What? You're not coming? You flew me all the way here for nothing?"

Excited, buzz, buzz.

"Well yes, of course you'll pay, the full rate."

More buzzing.

"OK. I'll talk to you when I get back on Monday."

Buzz, buzz

"Goodbye"

So from that I learned that she was a whore, or a kept woman of some sort, and that the guy wasn't coming. She cursed and raged around the room a little bit. I so loved watching her. Her beautiful anger, complete with flashing eyes, hair flying, and breasts bobbling under her gown. But she calmed down pretty quickly, and went back to her stoic goddess state. I could guess that she was trying to figure out what to do with herself for the next couple of days. She tried to read a book, but quickly tossed it aside.

She paced around the room a bit, like some sort of lioness in a cage. It seemed like such a waste. This beautiful woman, alone in a hotel suite. She had come for sex, and was full of energy. I ached to meet her somehow. If only just to see her with my own eyes, and talk to her for a bit. The stalker side of me was warmed up and ready to go.

After a few hours of lounging around bored, she got herself ready. From her preparations, I guessed that she wasn't going far, probably just downstairs to dinner. So as she left the room, I reacted on impulse. I put on my only sport coat over my jeans and t-shirt, and ran down the dock of the marina. I got a cab, and headed for the hotel.

I found her in the restaurant, already eating the salad course of her meal. I grabbed a stool on the bar where I could watch her and tried to be discreet. She was wearing a light yellow summer dress so thin that it appeared to be made of tissue. Tiny little straps held it up on her lovely white shoulders and made it obvious that there was nothing under that gauzy fabric but her perfect, ripe breasts. So it was of no use for me to try to be discreet, the place was nearly empty and every few minutes I couldn't help but steal a look at her. Once our eyes connected, she held me gaze with confidence, and had a look of "well, what do you want?" It was me who broke the gaze and looked away first. She was so gorgeous I felt my head spin. I just sat there feeling small and stupid and drank a couple of beers while she ate.

Normally, I would not be able to walk up to a woman like that, and she wasn't looking at me in any sort of inviting way, but I found myself walking over to her table when she finished her meal. She looked up at me, and returned my smile.

"Hi"

"Hi" she said.

"May I join you for a drink?"

She hesitated just long enough to make sure that I knew this wasn't something that she really wanted, but smiled and nodded to an empty chair. When I sat down, she said, "I thought you would be the type of man that just liked to watch".

"Well I like to do a lot more than just watch." and made the mistake of glancing down at her breasts when I said it.

Her eyebrows arched, "You come to my table and immediately start making propositions?"

I turned red, stammered, "No. No. Not like that. I just mean that perhaps you underestimated me."

She smiled. I think she loved the power she had over me. It felt good for her to flex it. "Yes, well, maybe."

We talked for awhile, and I wasn't surprised at all to find her intelligent and sophisticated. I told her about my boat, and offered to take her out, but she declined. She obviously could see where that was headed and wasn't interested. Finally, she said "Thanks for coming to talk to me. I really enjoyed your company." She touched my arm as she said it. This was my cue to leave. Perhaps she was glad that we talked, but she was done with me.

I went for broke, having nothing to lose, "I would love to see you again, perhaps I can take you to dinner tomorrow?"

She replied, "I like your company, but you're not the kind of man that I typically spend time with."

"I have money."

Her eyes flashed in anger, "What do you take me for?"

I felt my face flush again, and stammered, "The last thing I would want to ever do is insult you. I just meant that perhaps that you might be some sort of kept woman, and well, I have money".

"You have more balls than I gave you credit for. I may be kept, but I'm certainly not cheap."

"I wasn't suggesting that you were."

She stopped time for a moment. I swear that nothing in the entire universe moved. She looked me over, calculating her options, and whether she deigned to play with me. Finally she said, "You want me so badly. I can feel it coming off you. Poor boy. I could make you so deliriously happy."

All I could say was "Yeah." My throat was constricted. I could barely speak.

"I'm in room 705. Be there tomorrow night at 8pm with $10,000." She had named her terms. I knew that there would be no negotiation.

"OK. I'll be there, with the money."

"Good. It will be fun. Now if you'll excuse me."

And with that, she strolled out of the restaurant, working that perfect tight ass a little under her sundress.

I went back to the boat and watched her through the cameras. She was already undressed, wearing a robe, and had finally managed to get caught up in her book. She seemed to be completely unaffected by our talk, but I ached with lust to very the bottom of my soul. I had to have this woman. Something about her made me think that sex with her would be an amazing experience. And it had been so long. All I had was my vicarious sex life at the time watching those sweet brides fuck. It was no wonder I was out of my mind.

Ten grand was enough money for me to live on my boat in Cancun for a year. And I wasn't floating on money in those days. So it was crazy, very crazy for me to spend it on a night with her. But there was no doubt in my mind that I would do it. I went to the bank the next day and got a cash advance on my Panamanian credit card.

She seemed to have no doubt that I was coming. She started preparing herself for me that afternoon, hours in advance of my arrival. Where yesterday her movements had been listless and angry, today, she seemed light and happy. Was it the thought of fucking me or the ten grand that made her happy, or both? Well I guess I knew from my time with Vida I knew the answer to that question. Mainly it was the money. But at least she seemed to enjoy the idea of meeting me that night. And that made it thrilling. To watch this gorgeous woman prepare herself for me to devour her was a joy almost as intense as the sex itself.

In the early evening, she started trying on outfits. There was a white sundress that was so light that I could see through it even through the cameras, and hugged her body in all the right places. She tried on a red nightie, so hot and small that she could probably give a middle aged man a heart attack by just answering the door wearing it. The outfit appeared to get her hot too. She started slowly rubbing her body over the fabric, then running her palms over her breasts and then finally her hand slid inside the panties and she started to finger herself. She went at it standing up, in front of the mirror, but her eyes were closed. I could see her fingers moving quickly inside her pussy, her breath started to get deep and her breasts rose and fell. And then suddenly she just stopped without cumming. Perhaps she was just warming herself up, and saving the best for me. I could hardly contain myself, I was so excited.

By the time I got there, she had changed yet again. When she opened the door, she was wearing a black outfit, some kind of long, silk nightgown that seemed to be made for an occassion like this. It showed off her lovely white skin perfectly, and gave her ass a tight delicious look. I couldn't wait to rip it off her, but knew that I had better take my time. Paid for or not, she was a woman that demanded to be treated well.

I had brought champagne and a bulging envelope of cash. She noticed both, but went for the champagne first. She said something like "how nice" and asked me to open it. I did, poured us both a glass and then nodded at the money in the envelope that I laid on the table. She smiled, opened it, and gave it a quick look. She set it down and wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me on the lips for the first time. Time stopped again.

Her lips had a sweet delicate touch, and her mouth opened slightly yielding to my tongue. It was absolute heaven. We sat down on the bed and continued to kiss. I wanted the pleasure to last as long as possible, but I was so incredibly horny that I felt like I was going to explode. After a while she broke off the kissing and got up. She smiled and said, "You like to watch", and then slowly worked the tiny straps of her gown down her thin shoulders. She turned away and dropped it to the floor, so all I could see was her lovely back and panties. She stuck her ass out, and slowly eased her panties down her lovely legs to the floor. Then finally she turned around and stood before me in all her naked magnificence. What an incredibly, perfectly beautiful woman. But again, it was more than her beauty, it was that look of confidence and pure sexual power that she carried.

Somehow, I got up enough nerve to ask for something. Remembering what I saw her do that afternoon, I said "I'd like to watch you stroke yourself". She smiled, seeming surprised that I would make demands of her, but she put on a little show, rubbing her body. Cupping her breasts with her palms, getting her nipples hard. And then I said "Stroke your pussy. Please." Her eyebrows arched a little, surprised and I think a little happy about my instructions. She slowly worked her right hand down to her pussy, and started to slowly stroke the outside of her pussy lips, ocassionally dipping a finger inside.

Finally she said, "To really stroke my pussy, I need to lay down." I got up off the bed and watched her lie down, and resume rubbing her palms across her body. Then she spread those perfect thighs and I watched her start to stroke her cunt. I could see that she was starting to get wet, her fingers and pussy glistening as the pace of her fingers quickened. She spoke huskily, "Now your turn, get those clothes off."

I quickly got out of my clothes, keeping my eyes glued on her as she started to get truly hot. I stood in front of her naked, stroking my rigid cock. She smiled at me, and said in a choppy voice, "Nice dick. You look really good. Come here."

She rolled over to the edge of the bed and lay on her back. She dangled her head off the bed, and opened her mouth. It was obvious that she wanted to suck my cock, and of course I let her. I watched as she gave me an upside down blow job while she continued to stroke her pussy. For me, it was the best of both worlds. I got to watch her lovely body, and her fingers working her pussy, while I felt the delicious pleasure of her mouth on my cock. She didn't have do much to my cock but suck me in her mouth, because my hips started naturally fucking her face. I couldn't hold back. All these months of watching, all this anticipation for her, seeing her perform for me, the load just blasted out of me in a mere few moments. She sucked greedily and swallowed it all. I felt this amazing floating feeling in my head, and of course a huge wave of relief.

She stopped fingering her pussy after I came, rolled over and smiled at me. She said "Wow. That was a big one." I could tell she was feeling really good about her ability to get me off with only a few minutes work. I couldn't help but feel a bit of shame with the way I had caved in to her so quickly.

So I held her in my arms, and and asked her if she would finish what she started. I wanted to see her get off, or at least put on a good show about it. I cupped her lovely C cups in my hands while she started to work on fingering her pussy again. I didn't have as good a view as I did when I was standing over her with my cock in her mouth, but this was still really hot. She started to get herself worked up again quickly. I could feel her chest rising and falling, she started to softly moan. Her fingers were working faster. It was taking a while, but she was finally getting close.

It took long enough that I managed to get it up again, and I pushed one of her hands over to grip my cock. So she was stroking my dick with one hand and her pussy with the other. This seemed to slow her down from cumming, but I loved the feel of her little hand stroking me. She had a good touch. I said "Let's fuck" and pulled her on top of me.

I've learned from hours and hours and hours of watching, that women cum easier when they're top because they control the pace and can direct the right amount of pressure on their clit. So I wanted her on top of me in hopes that she would cum, but also because I wanted this fuck to last a long time.

She eased herself down on me and immediately started talking a blue streak.

"Oh baby, you're dick feels so good"

"mmmmm"

"I love your big cock inside me"

"Fuck me baby"

"Fill me up"

"Come on baby"

"Ooooo"

But I could see she was the one getting really excited. She had been fingering her pussy for a while before we started and of course she had gotten off yet. She was stroking my big dick by working her sweet pussy up and down, and grinding a little with each thrust. I was thrusting up into her, but I wasn't putting my balls behind it, tryng to last as long as possible. She was finally getting so close. Her nipples were rock hard. Her mouth hung open and her voice started to get ragged, and then faded into a constant moan.

Her orgasm looked as if she had been hit by a tazer. It was like an electric jolt that ripped through her body and left aftershocks, while she collapsed on to my chest. She had finally gotten off. It was hot to watch, and I loved it. But I had a lot of fucking left. I let her rest for a few minutes, and then rolled her over on her back, with me on top of her, my dick still in her sweet pussy.

I knew she would want me to cum fast, because she had already gotten off. Women rarely like it when a man fucks them for a long time., especially after they've cum. But I was determined to get my moneys worth. I was going to fuck her pussy all night if I could. I grabbed her by hair and held her down with my shoulders, her legs were pinned apart. I put all my weight down on her, and started fucking her hard and slow. She couldn't get away even if she wanted to. She had to wait for me to finish. And she did moan and urge me on. Asking me to fuck her hard, and "come on baby give it to me." And oh I did, but they were just empty hard thrusts. Fucking and fucking. I have no idea how long I lasted, but I tried to take forever and did. I could tell she was tired. Her body was wet with our sweat. She was fucked into submission. God, did she want to me to cum and she begged for it. "Please bably, fill me up". But still I kept fucking her. Maybe it was a little mean, but I didn't care. I was fucking all the frustration of the last year out. All the watching without getting any. All the power she held over me disappeared at least in these moments. She was mine, and she was going to lay there and get fucked like a good girl.

I made the mistake of watching her tits bob while I thrust into her and that was the end of it. There is something about bouncing women's breasts that get me every time. I erupted. My balls and cock pumping and pumping into her an entire age of pent up loads. I felt 10 pounds lighter when I was done.

I could tell she was a little miffed at me. She said something like "Well that was quite a long fuck" and went off to the bathroom to recover. I didn't ask whether it was OK for me to stay. I just rolled over and slept like a rock.

I woke up hours later in the middle of the night. I could see her lovely little frame, sleeping on her side in the moonlight. I spooned up to her softly wrapping myself around her from behind. She stirred a little, but appeared to stay sleeping. Just being next to her hot body got me hard again. I started to grind into her first softly and then harder.

Finally she said "Again?" She was probably tired, and it was the middle of the night. By the tone of her voice, she just wanted to sleep. But I was insistent and she yielded, letting me fuck her in the soft moonlight one more time. This time I didn't hold her down, and she didn't just lie there. She put out, thrusting back, working that perfect ass as I fucked her. I let myself get off quickly this time, and let her get back to sleep.

In the morning, I could tell she it was absolutely time for me to go. So we kissed goodbye, and I thanked her and left without much fanfare. I got back to the boat and found that there was a nice movie of my night with her through recorded through the hidden camera. I still take it out and watch it once in a while and marvel at what a great lay she was. Despite the huge cash outlay, I would have to say that I more than got my money's worth.

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