Hotel. Part 2. Tool test

[Murena0314]

The next day began unusually... First the question: where am I, who am I, and why am I here. Why isn’t my husband’s reliable shoulder with his gray head nearby, why am I alone on this huge bed, not disturbing anyone’s sleep, not pulling the blanket off anyone? Oh, how long ago I woke up alone, I don’t even remember. And it’s still dark here at this time of year. Stretching, the naked woman walked into the bathroom... Critically examined the image of herself in the mirror: but nothing else, Marina Valerievna, but of course she’s not young, there are already wrinkles somewhere, unnecessary folds. But there is something else in you that can attract a man, turn him on. With a smile, I remembered yesterday’s touch of Michel’s lips on my palms.... Brrrrr, with these thoughts, where will they lead next, I’ll be late for class.
I quickly put myself in order, light makeup, not flashy lipstick on my lips, and straightened my hair. Comfortable, seamless underwear, tights, a skirt and blouse, a down jacket and low-heeled boots made up my look. I didn’t have time to have breakfast; I went from the hotel to the training center.

And then there was everything that was told by colleagues who had to study here. Introducing the group to the group curator, some teachers, and the class schedule. And then my curator and I went to the local "Megahand" restaurant, have lunch, and get acquainted, start studying. It’s a good thing I didn’t have breakfast. Chatting in pleasant company, a small glass of good cognac. Damn, this is so cool. And then, we are all free... And they say it’s like this every day, studying only until lunch...

The weather was wonderful, probably like ours at the end of summer, beginning of autumn. Quite warm, a light breeze brought the unusual smell of the sea. And on the advice of friends, I went to the island of Emanuel Kant, everything here is close and on foot.
How interesting it really is here: the cathedral, the embankment of the fishing village. If you limit your gaze to just this, it’s as if you found yourself in some kind of medieval world. Perhaps the air, or perhaps a small amount of alcohol, put me in a state of some kind of euphoria, I was literally in awe of what was happening to me, with the freedom in which I am now, I don’t need to work, and in the end, I don’t need to study banal household chores, cooking, washing and cleaning, raising two men: a son and a husband. For two weeks, I am a FREE WOMAN... HURRAY!!!

In this mood, after taking a walk, I slowly went to the hotel. And on the road, damn it, there’s a small shop with an amazing smell of fresh baked goods, and in it, some incredibly delicious-smelling croissants. I couldn’t.... Resist this temptation. After all, I know that today they will be deposited in the volume of my ass. But I really want to. Ahh, we only live once, we need to enjoy life. Well, I bought croissants and a bottle of good local milk.

Going up to the floor, I open the door of the room with the key. Some pleasant floral scent. Hm. On the bedside table, not even in a vase, but in some kind of small bucket, there is a huge armful of small white roses. Yeah, this is unusual, amazing. However, whose tricks these were, it was clear to me without any questions... Shocked, I sat down in my clothes on the edge of the bed, looking at this beauty and digesting what was happening. Damn, they give me flowers, this is not some kind of news, on the contrary, I reprimand my husband for wasting money on bouquets that will last for several days and then become a broom. But now I again felt like a young girl being courted by a man, and this courtship is approaching the end of the bouquet and candy stage, after which the girl often gives the man all of herself, without a trace.

I probably looked like a freak at that moment. I sit on the bed, admiring the flowers, bite off the croissant in small pieces, swallow it, washing it down with milk, straight from the bottle. And in my head there is a whirlwind, even a storm of all sorts of thoughts...
Well, so what, nothing will happen next... It will be just an adventure of a business trip girl, without any consequences, I will feel young again, desired, accessible to experiments. Well, in the end, if during my youth I had had this experience, this lust, what now... You can’t return youth, of course, but now... Why not...

I would have eaten all the croissants I bought, but a knock on the door saved me from serious fat deposits on my thighs. I guessed who it could be... On weak legs from worry, I went to the door and opened the lock. Michel entered without speaking, slamming the door behind him. He was wearing the same ironed dress pants with a leather belt and a snow-white shirt. There were no words. Stretching out his hands, taking me under my hips, he hugged me to him like a feather... I, like a girl, sat in his arms, hugging my waist with my hips, and in my hands, with which I hugged his neck, they were still there, bitten croissant and bottle of milk. To hell with everything, let what will be, will be...
- Michelle, I understand that you are very strong, but let’s go to the sofa, I swear, I will not deprive you of your newly acquired toy - myself.
He took off his shoes, without letting me go, sat down on the sofa, and I found myself on his lap, hugging his powerful body with my arms and legs. And I myself am not thin or small, but on his lap I looked, and even felt, like a little girl.
- Michelle, since you have already come, save me, help me destroy these delicious buns.
- Marinochka, of course, I will help you, but I’m ready to eat you completely. You are so delicious, the most beautiful woman in the world.

Well, wow, I feed this huge man from my hands, giving him a bite of a croissant, then drinking a bottle of milk, and he is already traveling with his huge hands over my body, while he is still not undressing , but everything is moving towards this. Well, you’re a scoundrel...
- Michel, can I call you Misha? It’s more convenient for me...
- well, they called me Misha both in school and in the army, I can’t get enough of it. Then I will call you Marie... Dear divine Marie.
Taking my head in his hands, Misha pressed my lips to his, and we intertwined in some kind of amazing passionate kiss. It was very unusual for me. Such large fleshy and rough lips, snow-white large teeth, and a very close black face. Some unusual smell emanated from him, a mixture of modern perfumery with some wild, probably the smell of Africa, the land of his ancestors. Leaving the half-eaten croissant and the bottle with the remains of milk on the floor, I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his shoulders through his shirt, which I probably couldn’t grasp, and completely surrendered to the power of his mouth, lips and teeth. It’s good that he was carefully shaved, and there wasn’t even the slightest stubble to irritate my delicate skin. God, what he did to me with just his mouth. It would be impossible to describe everything that his lips did to my face, I was like drunk. My lips, not so small, although not pumped up, simply drowned in his lips, tongues intertwined like two boa constrictors, then traveled from mouth to mouth. This would have gone on forever, but I already began to feel discomfort from his erect penis under his trousers. He was clearly pressing on my crotch.
And his big hands were already under my skirt, trying to squeeze as high as possible, to the edge of my tights and panties. But here I had to slow him down; buying clothes was not yet part of my plans.
- Misha, wait, I’ll take it off myself, otherwise you’ll tear it, what a bear. She got off his lap and quickly pulled off her skirt, tights, and blouse, leaving her in black panties and a bra.
- come on, to the crib...
He picked me up as easily as a feather, carried me into the bedroom and laid me on a snow-white sheet. I immediately imagined how his food would contrast with this whiteness. She immediately sat down, began to unbutton the buttons on her shirt, he took it off...
Ohhh, what muscles... Probably every woman dreams of such a lover. It’s time for the trouser belt and fly. The trousers slid down along with the underpants, exposing something. No, in porn films there are not such instruments, just giants, this one was quite normal in size for female holes... But the aesthetics...
https://i.postimg.cc/26C6Ws80/2024-01-29-17-41-58.jpg
Как будто дорогой инструмент из ценного и твердого черного дерева, чуть изогнутый вниз, с ярко выраженной головкой в виде гриба. Из отверстия сочились капельки влаги, уже полностью покрыв весь этот чудесный предмет смазкой. Я конечно оценила, что совсем недавно он принял душ, ничего неприятного, какого либо запаха не ощущалось. Любусь на этот член, я на автомате стянула с себя лифчик и трусики, и мы остались как Адам и Ева, а кто ж знает какой они были расы.
- Миша, ты ведь не будешь против, если я сейчас буду ласкать твой член? Я хочу быть сейчас твоей слугой, даже рабыней. Помнишь фильм Спартак, когда гладиаторам привели женщин. Так вот, ты гладиатор, а я рабыня, и ты волен делать со мной всё, что хочешь. Но сначала, я высосу из тебя первую порцию спермы, мне очень этого хочеться.
- Да Мари, конечно.
Он сел раздвинув ноги, а я опустившись на пол, на колени между его ног, не могла налюбоваться на этот драгоценный ствол.

https://i.postimg.cc/yNHYqM97/2024-01-29-17-46-12.jpg

Сначала робкие, потом, все страстнее поцелуи ствола, головки, а опустившись чуть вниз лицом - яичек. Касание, как укус змейки, кончиком языка вершины его головки... Да я чувствую, его тело сотрясается, как от легких ударов током. Ниточки смазки, уже в смеси с моей слюной протягиваются от его члена в мой рот... Первое погружение, сначала одной головки, потом ствола в рот, на сколько могу... Вынимаю его изо рта, нежное поглаживание мокрыми ладонями, вместе со взглядом благодарности, туда, вверх. А он похоже плывёт от кайфа. Или давно этого не было, или ТАК никто не делал... Не важно, теперь это МОЙ член.
Ну что же, оторвёмся... Уже погрузив его в ротик, как глубоко, как могла, дополнив длинну своими ладонями, принялась наяривать... Когда не хватало дыхания, чтобы отдышаться, ласкала ствол круговыми движениями ладошек, смотря то на член, то на лицо его владельца. Потом кончиком языка слизывалала всю влагу, и снова насаживалась ртом. Я была благодарна Мише, что он пока бережёт меня не насаживает меня своей рукой, но вот похоже, приближался финал... Он уже лежал спиной на кровати, тяжело дышал, его ладонь была на моем затылке, нет, он не давил, но как я поняла, не хотел бы, чтобы я прерывалась... Его тело затрясло... Обе ладони на моем затылке. По члену пробежала судорога, коснувщаяся и моих губ, а затем первая сильная потом несколько более слабых струек спермы ударили меня в нëбо, я аж чуть не захлебнулась, но проглотила почти всё. Несколько капелек свисало из уголка губ.
Миша сел обнял меня за талию, а потом приподняв, затащил меня на свое широкое тело.
... Безумные поцелуи в рот, в глаза, его ладони гладят моё тело, где достанут, а я с чувством рабыни, сдделавшей приятное хозяину лежу на нем, наслаждаясь. Пока ему нужно отдохнуть, а ведь ещё сколько всего можно совершить....

[800Foma800]

Moray eel0314, super, and in the first part in the photo how I understand, do you? I’m waiting for the third episode)) will it be in the ass according to the script?))

[Fargal94]

Sensual and passionate! Excellent illustrations)

[Murena0314]

Moray eel0314, super, and in the first parts in the photo, as I understand it, are you? I’m waiting for the third episode)) according to the script, will it be in the ass?))

there is no need to rush things, I like to stretch everything out

[Xenophon]

Moray eel0314, incendiary! My envy of Misha-Michel is growing and growing!

[Gaelic]

Moray eel0314, incendiary! My envy of Misha-Michel is growing and growing!

This is an age thing. Humble yourself)

[Xenophon]

Moray eel0314, incendiary ! My envy of Misha-Michel is growing and growing!

This is an age thing. Humble yourself)

Out of respect for the author and readers, I will not answer you anything. But you opened the hatchet and now blame yourself.

[Gaelic]

Moray eel0314, incendiary! My envy of Misha-Michel is growing and growing!

This is an age thing. Humble yourself)

Out of respect for the author and readers, I will not answer you anything. But you opened the hatchet of war and now blame yourself.

And I offer you peace)) Why do you need war? Isn’t it better to spend the remaining years in peace, surrounded by loving grandchildren and great-grandchildren?))

[Christmas_Christmas]

I really liked the continuation....
damn, and your Michel’s "tool" too)))
class)))

[Murena0314]

KsenofontGelik, Boys, STOP, STOP, STOP. Please, there is no need to quarrel or sort things out here. These are just my fantasies embodied in some text. Well, they are not worth sorting things out. Please.

[Gaelic]

KsenofontGelik, Boys, STOP, STOP, STOP. Please, there is no need to quarrel or sort things out here. These are just my fantasies embodied in some text. Well, they are not worth sorting things out. Please.

Please forgive me) I promise to behave correctly Left)

[Wool]

Please forgive me) I promise to behave correctly Left)

It’s too late, the whole forum is in shock :unknown :

[Murena0314]

Well, I’m not kicking anyone out, please stay. Just behave decently, like well-mannered gentlemen

[Alice]

Like an expensive instrument made of valuable and hard ebony

What an interesting comparison!
Bravo, Moray eel0314, very beautiful fantasy!

[pervert]

Everything is described amazingly and passionately! Bravo!

[King Bird]

Moray eel0314, well done, keep it up!

[Murena0314]

I will add links to other parts of the story:
Hotel. Part 1. Getting to know each other.
Hotel. Part 2. Testing the tool
Hotel. Part 3. First intercourse.
Hotel. Part 4. Awakening.
Hotel. Part 5. A Promise Fulfilled

[Sex coot]

The next day began unusually... First the question: where am I, why am I, and why am I here. Why isn’t my husband’s reliable shoulder with his gray head nearby, why am I alone on this huge bed, not disturbing anyone’s sleep, not pulling the blanket off anyone? Oh, how long ago I woke up alone, I don’t even remember. And it’s still dark here at this time of year. Stretching, the naked woman walked into the bathroom... Critically examined the image of herself in the mirror: but nothing else, Marina Valerievna, but of course she’s not young, there are already wrinkles somewhere, unnecessary folds. But there is something else in you that can attract a man, turn him on. With a smile, I remembered yesterday’s touch of Michel’s lips on my palms.... Brrrrr, with these thoughts, where will they lead next, I’ll be late for class.
I quickly put myself in order, light makeup, not flashy lipstick on my lips, and straightened my hair. Comfortable, seamless underwear, tights, a skirt and blouse, a down jacket and low-heeled boots made up my look. I didn’t have time to have breakfast; I went from the hotel to the training center.

And then there was everything that was told by colleagues who had to study here. Introducing the group to the group curator, some teachers, and the class schedule. And then my curator and I went to the local "Megahand" restaurant, have lunch, and get acquainted, start studying. It’s a good thing I didn’t have breakfast. Chatting in pleasant company, a small glass of good cognac. Damn, this is so cool. And then, we are all free... And they say it’s like this every day, studying only until lunch...

The weather was wonderful, probably like ours at the end of summer, beginning of autumn. Quite warm, a light breeze brought the unusual smell of the sea. And on the advice of friends, I went to the island of Emanuel Kant, everything here is close and on foot.
How interesting it really is here: the cathedral, the embankment of the fishing village. If you limit your gaze to just this, it’s as if you found yourself in some kind of medieval world. Perhaps the air, or perhaps a small amount of alcohol, put me in a state of some kind of euphoria, I was literally in awe of what was happening to me, with the freedom in which I am now, I don’t need to work, and in the end, I don’t need to study banal household chores, cooking, washing and cleaning, raising two men: a son and a husband. For two weeks, I am a FREE WOMAN... HURRAY!!!

In this mood, after taking a walk, I slowly went to the hotel. And on the road, damn it, there’s a small shop with an amazing smell of fresh baked goods, and in it, some incredibly delicious-smelling croissants. I couldn’t.... Resist this temptation. After all, I know that today they will be deposited in the volume of my ass. But I really want to. Ahh, we only live once, we need to enjoy life. Well, I bought croissants and a bottle of good local milk.

Going up to the floor, I open the door of the room with the key. Some pleasant floral scent. Hm. On the bedside table, not even in a vase, but in some kind of small bucket, there is a huge armful of small white roses. Yeah, this is unusual, amazing. However, whose tricks these were, it was clear to me without any questions... Shocked, I sat down in my clothes on the edge of the bed, looking at this beauty and digesting what was happening. Damn, they give me flowers, this is not some kind of news, on the contrary, I reprimand my husband for wasting money on bouquets that will last for several days and then become a broom. But now I again felt like a young girl being courted by a man, and this courtship is approaching the end of the bouquet and candy stage, after which the girl often gives the man all of herself, without a trace.

I probably looked like a freak at that moment. I sit on the bed, admiring the flowers, bite off the croissant in small pieces, swallow it, washing it down with milk, straight from the bottle. And in my head there is a whirlwind, even a storm of all sorts of thoughts...
Well, so what, nothing will happen next... It will be just an adventure of a business trip girl, without any consequences, I will feel young again, desired, accessible to experiments. Well, in the end, if during my youth I had had this experience, this lust, what now... You can’t return youth, of course, but now... Why not...

I would have eaten all the croissants I bought, but a knock on the door saved me from serious fat deposits on my thighs. I guessed who it could be... On weak legs from worry, I went to the door and opened the lock. Michel entered without speaking, slamming the door behind him. He was wearing the same ironed dress pants with a leather belt and a snow-white shirt. There were no words. Stretching out his hands, taking me under my hips, he pressed me to him like a feather... Like a girl, I sat in his arms, hugging his waist with my hips, and in my hands, with which I hugged his neck, there was a bitten croissant and a bottle of milk. To hell with it, whatever will be will be...
- Michel, I understand that you are very strong, but let’s go to the sofa, I swear, I will not deprive you of your newly acquired toy - myself.
He took off his shoes, without letting me go, sat down on the sofa, and I found myself on his lap, hugging his powerful body with my arms and legs. And I myself am not thin or small, but on his lap I looked, and even felt, like a little girl.
- Michelle, since you have already come, save me, help me destroy these delicious buns.
- Marinochka, of course, I will help you, but I’m ready to eat you completely. You are so delicious, the most beautiful woman in the world.

Well, wow, I feed this huge man from my hands, giving him a bite of a croissant, then drinking a bottle of milk, and he is already traveling with his huge hands over my body, while he is still not undressing , but everything is heading towards this. Well, you’re a scoundrel...
- Michel, can I call you Misha? It’s more convenient for me...
- well, they called me Misha both in school and in the army, I can’t get enough of it. Then I will call you Marie... Dear divine Marie.
Taking my head in his hands, Misha pressed my lips to his, and we intertwined in some kind of amazing passionate kiss. It was very unusual for me. Such large fleshy and rough lips, snow-white large teeth, and a very close black face. Some unusual smell emanated from him, a mixture of modern perfumery with some wild, probably the smell of Africa, the land of his ancestors. Leaving the half-eaten croissant and the bottle with the remains of milk on the floor, I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his shoulders through his shirt, which I probably couldn’t grasp, and completely surrendered to the power of his mouth, lips and teeth. It’s good that he was carefully shaved, and there wasn’t even the slightest stubble to irritate my delicate skin. God, what he did to me with just his mouth. It would be impossible to describe everything that his lips did to my face, I was like drunk. My lips, not so small, although not pumped up, simply drowned in his lips, tongues intertwined like two boa constrictors, then traveled from mouth to mouth. This would have gone on forever, but I already began to feel discomfort from his erect penis under his trousers. He was clearly pressing on my crotch.
And his big hands were already under my skirt, trying to squeeze as high as possible, to the edge of my tights and panties. But here I had to slow him down; buying clothes was not yet part of my plans.
- Misha, wait, I’ll take it off myself, otherwise you’ll tear it, what a bear. She got off his lap and quickly pulled off her skirt, tights, and blouse, leaving her in black panties and a bra.
- come on, to the crib...
He picked me up as easily as a feather, carried me into the bedroom and laid me on a snow-white sheet. I immediately imagined how his food would contrast with this whiteness. She immediately sat down, began to unbutton the buttons on her shirt, he took it off...
Ohhh, what muscles... Probably every woman dreams of such a lover. It’s time for the trouser belt and fly. The trousers slid down along with the underpants, exposing something. No, in porn films there are not such instruments, just giants, this one was quite normal in size for female holes... But the aesthetics...
https://i.postimg.cc/26C6Ws80/2024-01-29-17-41-58.jpg
Как будто дорогой инструмент из ценного и твердого черного дерева, чуть изогнутый вниз, с ярко выраженной головкой в виде гриба. Из отверстия сочились капельки влаги, уже полностью покрыв весь этот чудесный предмет смазкой. Я конечно оценила, что совсем недавно он принял душ, ничего неприятного, какого либо запаха не ощущалось. Любусь на этот член, я на автомате стянула с себя лифчик и трусики, и мы остались как Адам и Ева, а кто ж знает какой они были расы.
- Миша, ты ведь не будешь против, если я сейчас буду ласкать твой член? Я хочу быть сейчас твоей слугой, даже рабыней. Помнишь фильм Спартак, когда гладиаторам привели женщин. Так вот, ты гладиатор, а я рабыня, и ты волен делать со мной всё, что хочешь. Но сначала, я высосу из тебя первую порцию спермы, мне очень этого хочеться.
- Да Мари, конечно.
Он сел раздвинув ноги, а я опустившись на пол, на колени между его ног, не могла налюбоваться на этот драгоценный ствол.

https://i.postimg.cc/yNHYqM97/2024-01-29-17-46-12.jpg

Сначала робкие, потом, все страстнее поцелуи ствола, головки, а опустившись чуть вниз лицом - яичек. Касание, как укус змейки, кончиком языка вершины его головки... Да я чувствую, его тело сотрясается, как от легких ударов током. Ниточки смазки, уже в смеси с моей слюной протягиваются от его члена в мой рот... Первое погружение, сначала одной головки, потом ствола в рот, на сколько могу... Вынимаю его изо рта, нежное поглаживание мокрыми ладонями, вместе со взглядом благодарности, туда, вверх. А он похоже плывёт от кайфа. Или давно этого не было, или ТАК никто не делал... Не важно, теперь это МОЙ член.
Ну что же, оторвёмся... Уже погрузив его в ротик, как глубоко, как могла, дополнив длинну своими ладонями, принялась наяривать... Когда не хватало дыхания, чтобы отдышаться, ласкала ствол круговыми движениями ладошек, смотря то на член, то на лицо его владельца. Потом кончиком языка слизывалала всю влагу, и снова насаживалась ртом. Я была благодарна Мише, что он пока бережёт меня не насаживает меня своей рукой, но вот похоже, приближался финал... Он уже лежал спиной на кровати, тяжело дышал, его ладонь была на моем затылке, нет, он не давил, но как я поняла, не хотел бы, чтобы я прерывалась... Его тело затрясло... Обе ладони на моем затылке. По члену пробежала судорога, коснувщаяся и моих губ, а затем первая сильная потом несколько более слабых струек спермы ударили меня в нëбо, я аж чуть не захлебнулась, но проглотила почти всё. Несколько капелек свисало из уголка губ.
Миша сел обнял меня за талию, а потом приподняв, затащил меня на свое широкое тело.
... Безумные поцелуи в рот, в глаза, его ладони гладят моё тело, где достанут, а я с чувством рабыни, сдделавшей приятное хозяину лежу на нем, наслаждаясь. Пока ему нужно отдохнуть, а ведь ещё сколько всего можно совершить....

Возьуждает....на мой взгляд нужно чуть больше фото в рассказе

[Murena0314]

Exciting....in my opinion, you need a little more photos in the story

Thanks for the rating! Nice.
As for photos, there are two restrictions: no more than 7 URL links in one message, which means no more than 7 photos. Well, it’s difficult to select photographs based on meaning and plot without actually participating in this story.