Chapter 7 Desires

"I had an awful day." Greg set his empty glass on the exquisitely polished bar top. Big Tim the bartender filled it up.

At the Orlando Hotel bar, Greg leaned deeper into the cushioned back of the light red bar stool. Swivelling it a half turn, he glanced over the dimly lit room behind him. The room gleamed with a warm glow as discreet lighting reflected off the wood walls. The mahogany bar with gold finish itself curved around the room in an artistic sinuous bend. Lofty, red leather stools were pulled up to the bar. Small round tables spotted the floor, each of them boasting flickering candlelight. Soft strains of jazz piped in through overhead speakers.

In this bar, a man could relax and a lone woman could enjoy a quiet drink without being hassled. At the moment, the place was practically empty. There were two couples at the tables and at the far end of the bar, a woman alone, like Greg. Instinctively, Greg's gaze fixed on the blonde woman and he smiled. She gave him a long, wily look that fired his blood before returning to her martini.

Big Tim saw him staring at her.

"She's Annabelle," he said as he refilled his cup. "She used to come in with a tattooed fella,"

"Annabelle," Greg repeated.

"Been coming alone for some time now," Big Tim said as he moved off to fill another order.

"Not good for a woman to be alone," Greg muttered as he picked up his drink and walked over. Annabelle looked up and her gaze met him as he approached.

"Waiting for someone?" Greg said sliding onto the stool beside her.

Annabelle swiveled on the bar stool to take a good look at the tall handsome young man in a black shirt who had just spoken to her. Damn, he was hot. She tossed her hair, picked up her drink and took a sip in a slow seductive way. Greg smiled watching her every move. She was pretty. A thick layer of eyelashes, sensuous mouth, large breasts just the right size to fondle. He sized her up as she placed her drink on the table. Greg wondered if the body was natural. Annabelle caught him eyeing her over and smiled. She knew she had a sexy body which made men drool. No doubt this gorgeous dude had fallen for her. She had to see if he wanted her like the others.

"He just showed up," she said in a voice one spoke in the bedroom.

Greg smiled. He understood the game and was gonna play along.

"Let me buy you a drink," Greg said giving her his sexy smile.

"Do you plan on getting me drunk?" Annabelle asked playing with her hair. She raised her right leg and placed it slowly over the left one revealing her snake tattoo. She was wearing a tight small dress which did very little in covering up her body.

"I wish I could," Greg replied sipping his drink.

Annabelle stared at him with her heavy mascara eyelashes.

"I am uncontrollable both drunk and sober," she said then leaned closer intentionally exposing her cleavage in the process. "Can you handle that?" she whispered slowly licking her lips.

Greg could perceive her perfume as she leaned closer. He gazed at her pretty face then slowly let his gaze wander down her body stopping at her chest.

"Do you want to find out?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

Annabelle smiled. She chewed at her bottom lip.

"Here?" she asked.

"I have a room up upstairs,"

Greg reached for his wallet, threw a hundred dollar bill onto the bar, then tucked the wallet away again and took one of her hands in his.

Standing up, Anabelle grabbed her clutch bag off the bar and let him lead her from the room.

Greg wasted no time. The elevator doors dinged and swished open and he pulled Annabelle inside. Before the doors were shut again, he turned her back to the wall and kissed her.

His mouth was hot and opened over hers, his tongue delving deeper into her mouth seeking, tasting and savouring the sweetness of her lips. She arched her body so her breasts pressed into his, her hands locked around his neck. Greg's hands roamed her body feeling her nipples grow hard and rigid. Annabelle moaned softly as Greg's hand slid underneath her gown and into her vagina. She wasn't wearing panties and Greg slowly fingered her as he sucked her lips.

The door opened again on the top floor and Greg stepped away from her reluctantly. Heading down the hall, he opened the door to the suite that he kept, pulled her inside then slammed and locked the door again. He put on some records on the phonographs and turned to Annabelle who had taken off her dress. She was stark naked underneath and Greg's eyes swept all over her body. In an instant, she was back in his arms. No shyness only desire. Greg yanked off his shirt as she zipped open his fly and pulled down his trouser to reveal a beautiful throbbing seven inches dick with a nice thick head waiting to be sucked. Free of his clothes Greg pulled her to him and their bodies seemed to be electric. Her skin felt so sensuous and velvety. Annabelle stooped down and took Greg's dick into her mouth. His dick immediately responded to her expert mouth growing to at least twice its original size. Swallowing as much of it as she could contain in her mouth. Greg threw his head backwards as she sucked on his dick. He let out a hard breath as a low growl erupted from the back of his throat. He held her hair and fucked her mouth. Gobbling up his dick in long strokes, down as far as she could swallow and up to the head. She moaned as she licked, nipped and kissed the entire head with her tongue until she felt his body tremble ready to come. Her hand is now on her pussy as she fingered herself. She continued running her tongue down the entire shaft until she reached his balls and then gently kneading and kissing those then returning to his dick. Greg groaned with pleasure holding out for four minutes then erupted with a thick white gusher of desire in Annabelle's mouth. His body shook as he came. Annabelle swallowed as much as she could as Greg's cum spilt out of her mouth running down her body. Greg smiled and scooped up Annabelle in his hands. Laying her down on the bed he began to kiss her breasts. Covering them with his hands, he pulled and tweaked her hardened nipples and listened to Annabelle's soft moans and whispers. He sucked on her gorgeous tits then slowly planted soft kisses on her belly and her inner thighs. She spread her legs to reveal a shaven pussy. The moment Greg put his mouth on her vaginal lips, a shudder went down her body. He buried his face into her pussy, flicking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Annabelle moaned with pleasure digging her fingers into the bed.

"Fuck," she choked out a cry as Greg pushed one finger in deeper and deeper. With his forefinger, Greg tickled the end of her clit.

Faster he fucked her with his finger, using two at some point. Annabelle moaned twisting her body as she trembled with excitement. Her body began to contrast as if having spasms, Greg's dick became firm and erect as he fingered her faster and deeper and it came. Her moisture dampened his hand. Her body was drenched in perspiration. Reaching to one side, he yanked open the bedside table drawer, pulled out a condom, ripped the foil covering off and sheathed himself. Annabelle jumped on top of him and pushed his body flat down beneath her with just his swollen dick standing up. Her legs were spread over the bed and she sat on his stiff dick and rocked up and down on it her magnificent boots bouncing. Annabelle moaned as Greg's dick pounded up into her belly. She enjoyed riding onto his never-ending hard-on. Soon they both came noisily. But their body didn't desert one another for long. Seconds after Greg had pulled out of her, he turned her on her stomach and put two big pillows up her belly. Annabelle rested on her knees with her bottom up in the air, her head and shoulders resting flat above the piled-up pillows. Greg moved behind her put his knees between her legs and inserted his huge organ. Annabelle clutched the pillows. His dick seemed like a sharp knife going through her. He pounded her as she groaned loudly.

Greg's nails were digging into her hot flesh and she loved the momentary pain it gave her. She felt his dick throbbing and her body was hot and wet from his semen. He grabbed her hips and penetrated deeper. Greg pulled out and with the help of jelly, he buggered her from the rear end his right hand caressing her nipple, his left hand playing with her swollen clit. Annabelle groaned with pleasure as she felt his giant dick inside her rear end filling her up completely. Greg switched between both holes, thrusting and humping into them. Their bodies made a clapping sound as he fucked her brains out. He pulled out roughly and replaced his dick with his fingers as he thrust deeper and faster slamming her already dripping cunt. Annabelle cried out in ecstasy.

Greg slammed in his dick so hard that the bed shook. He thrusted in faster and deeper groaning as he felt his balls getting harder. Annabelle screamed as her walls pulsated and tightened around his dick as they worked themselves to a fabulous simultaneous orgasm. The pungent odour of sex, sperm and sweating bodies just about overpowered them. They fell in a heap utterly tired after reaching their orgasm. They were sweaty, hot and exhausted.

After a few minutes, Greg got up to smoke a cigarette. He checked his phone messages and turned off the lights. They both fell asleep in a close embrace.