7. Dreaming of Gods

The man’s mouth was wicked, it had no mercy as it devoured and latched unto my very sensitive core. When he flicked his devil of a tongue against my clit I was ready to die from the pleasure that I was feeling. My hands found my breasts as I didn’t know what to do with myself, his tongue was licking my clit so fast I fear my heart would just burst from the sensations. I was convinced now that he really wanted me to die from pleasure when he inserted a finger and began finger fucking me. Had I wronged him at some point in my life that I was now at the end of this wonderful torment. My fingers found there way into his thick locks of hair and I held his hand against me. When he moaned and growled against my pussy the vibrations shoved me further over the edge.

This could not be real at all, the intense pleasure that was feeling at this moment must only be a figment of my imagination right.

A nagging feeling said no that this pleasure was all real and I was craving for more. He removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue and that was it for me, I shattered screaming his name as searing pleasure collided within me. My eyes closed tight as my body clamped around him between my legs, even as the waves rolled through as I came he still sucked on my core, drinking up the essence that flowed out of me. This man was the devil collecting his payment through pleasure and I was so ready to pay. I watched as he eased up and positioned himself between my legs, his thick long member looked beautiful and angry as it jutted out towards me. Every inched of this masked man really was breathtakingly beautiful and majestic, fitting of the God he was.

I wondered if his weapon would fit inside of me cause it and him looked ready to consume every inch of me. Slowly he pushed entering my body and I moaned as I felt him stretching me to fit his size. I was now ready to die, I could not ask for more as the sensations that were now coursing through my body I could not really fathom them they were just out of this world. He felt so good moving in and out of me and I watched as he watched himself entering me over and over again. I felt sad when he pulled out but then he flipped me over and pulled my ass towards him.

He thrusted deep inside of me and a scream left my lips as he continued to pound inside of me from behind, was this how I would really die it was too much. My pussy kept clenching from all the pleasure and when his hands tangled into my hair I felt even better. I could feel my pleasure building up as he hammered into me even faster and when his other hand slapped my ass the sting of the pain heightened my pleasure even further. My undoing was when his hand located my clit and he began to rub matching the speed of his pounding hips. His movements became even more frantic and I knew he was nearing his end too and I wanted badly for him to coat my insides with his thick cream. What the hell was wrong with me no I shouldn’t want him to, but something inside me said it felt better if he did.

I screamed as I felt my body clamping hard around his pounding cock and he was about to.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep” what was that horrible sound, God make it stop it was splitting my head in two. I slowly cracked my eyes open, while turning my head seeing the alarm on the beside table, stretching my hand out I turned off the despicable thing.

My body felt achy from the dream and between my legs felt a bit wet, damn the stupid thing ruined the best part of the dream. I groaned why was my head feeling so horrible, slowly the events of the night before began to flood my mind. The pleasure club, the special offer that I had won, the God no not God sex slave, the amazing sex that we had over and over again. Damn so that dream wasn’t a dream then? But where was I now?

As I looked around I realized that I was in a totally different room than the one that I was in last night. My eyes caught the digital clock on the wall and I almost died, why the hell was it already after two in the afternoon. Was I having sex from last night till now with this sex slave person.

I wanted to slap myself wasn’t it supposed to be for two hours, what would be the cost for the extra hours. Was it even I who requested the extra hours or was it him? I didn’t even have my purse or phone, my sister had them all even the bottle of expensive champagne that I had gotten that night too I couldn’t even pay with that. The memories of us having sex then at some point sleeping came to me. At one point I remember us eating ice cream and fruit that I had asked for off of each other’s body, hell the ice cream even tasted expensive. My one night to relax and let loose and it seemed I took it too far.

Now I had a killer headache, no money and in a sex slaves hotel room in a country I just visited, awesome Jess aren’t you just keeping safe. I got up from the bed as I had already realized that I was alone in the room. The bathroom was really calling me, I did my business, took a shower brushed my teeth with the new toothbrush I saw laid out and went back into the room wrapped in a towel.

I didn’t really appreciate the room before but it was beautiful it looked like luxury too, could a sex slave afford this? Well with the body he had and moves am sure he got a lot of high paying clients.

My new dilemma now was my dress was trashed it wasn’t even here and the fact that I didn’t even know how I would pay this man. It was as if the heavens would help me and the idea to check if the man had any shirts crossed my mind. Walking to the closet I pulled it open seeing his clothes, and to the back I saw a white summer dress decorated with sunflowers. Was this dress for me? Well it might be he did ruin my dress that I had, pulling the dress from the hanger I pressed it against me it looked like my size, he must have order this for me while I was sleeping. I felt a little bad I was about to sex and dash on this thoughtful sex slave who replaced my dress. I’d have to make it up to him some how if I saw him again while here. Slipping on the dress I located a pair of slippers, did this guy measure my feet they fit great, they felt like the good expensive slippers that my brother always bought me that I refused to buy. Am not about to spend hundreds of dollars on a damn slipper, l could get so much more with that money.

I walked towards the bed side table looking for a note pad and pen, luckily I found one and scribbled a little note on it. I straightened out the bed sheets and tidied up a bit. Feeling a bit more better about sex and dashing I left the room.

“Sighs am gonna have to get a cab and beg them to wait so that I can grab money and pay them, what a day” I said to myself out loud. I headed towards the last elevator on the floor and waited for it, just as I was stepping in I missed the man that was now heading to his room that had stepped out of the elevator at the other end of the hall. Stepping out into the lobby I headed outside to hail a cab.

Apollo tried his best to maneuver the bags in his hands while opening his hotel door. He had left the Goddess Jess in bed and had gone to pick her up some lunch. Pushing the door open he was greeted with the fact that the bed was now empty and tidy. The pleasant look on his face fell as he entered his room, she had left while he was out.

He placed the foods on the table and heading over to the bedside table seeing a note, it said ‘Sorry for sex and dashing, I’ll owe you anything you want when next we meet’ a little smile tugged at his lips at her twist to dine and dash. But the fact that she was gone still remained and it did not please him, stepping to his minibar he poured himself a drink, she could be a local, some tourist that was probably headed to the other side of the world by now. He downed his drink as the fact that he might not see this woman again soured his mood even more.