Lena picked up the phone when the agency called. Client wanted her at the hotel in thirty minutes. She slipped on a tight black dress, no panties, and headed out. The guy at the front desk barely looked up when she gave the room number.
Upstairs, the door opened before she knocked. He was tall, broad, maybe forty, and his eyes went straight to her tits. "Strip," he said. No hello, no small talk. Lena pulled the dress over her head and stood there naked. He grabbed her tits hard, thumbs rubbing her nipples until they stood up stiff. "On your knees."
She dropped. His cock was already out, thick and half-hard. She took it in her mouth and sucked, no teasing. He pushed deeper until her throat opened around him. Spit ran down her chin while he fucked her face. "That's it, you filthy whore. Suck that dick." She gagged but kept going, hands on his thighs, letting him use her mouth until his balls slapped her chin.
He pulled out and hauled her up. Bent her over the bed and spread her ass. Two fingers shoved straight into her pussy, checking how wet she was. "Dripping already. You love this shit." He lined up and slammed in with one thrust. Lena grunted. He was big and he didn't hold back. Every stroke went balls-deep. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back while he pounded her.
"Fuck me harder," she said. He did. His hips snapped forward, cock stretching her open. She reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles. Her pussy clenched around him. He slapped her ass, left red handprints, then reached around to pinch her nipples. "Come on this cock, slut." She came hard, legs shaking, juices running down her thighs.
He flipped her onto her back and shoved her legs wide. His mouth went to her pussy, tongue fucking her while he sucked her clit. Lena moaned loud. He added fingers, three at once, pumping them while he licked. She came again, thighs clamping his head.
Then he stood, jerked his cock, and sprayed thick ropes across her tits and stomach. "Clean it up." She licked the last drops from his tip, tasting salt and sweat. He tossed cash on the nightstand and told her to get out.
Lena wiped off, pulled the dress back on, and left. Her pussy still throbbed on the elevator ride down.
