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Shine waited until night fall before she headed for the hotel.

The gold-plated numbers on the door read Room 502.

She was nervous as fuck.

A part of her pestered her to shy away from the whole deal and go home.

But she was here already.

Shine stood in the hallway of the Treetops Hotel, her legs feeling jelly-like.

She was wearing a trench coat over a sheer lace bodysuit, her breasts heavy and aching against the fabric.

Fuck!

She needed to be sucked and mauled.

She reached out and knocked.

"Come in," a deep, muffled voice called from the other side.

Shine put on her face mask before she pushed the door open.

The suite was a void of pitch-darkness except for the red lights directing her paths to follow.

The blackout curtains were drawn tight, and not even the lights outside could penetrate the room.

"Stay back," Shine whispered into the dark. " Do not look at me."

"I am moving, haha, I can’t even see you" the voice replied.

The sound of footsteps retreated into the carpeted depths of the room.

Shine stepped inside and locked the door behind her.

Silence reigned for a few slippery seconds.

"Are you seated?" she asked, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

"I am waiting for you, Mistress Rossy. Come closer. Follow the sound of my voice."

Shine’s heart did a violent somersault.

Damn! The voice was insanely low, yet vibrating with a commanding resonance that made her knees knock.

It sounded so familiar—rich, cultured, and smooth.

For a second, her mind flashed to the office, to Gilbert.

But she shook the thought away. It is just the stress, Gilbert is too strict and uptight to be here, she told herself. After all, People do have similar voice.

She moved forward, her eyes growing accustomed to the surroundings of the darkness as her hands outstretched until they brushed against the edge of a velvet armchair.

"You are close," he whispered.

The burning heat of his body was suddenly inches away. "Take off the coat."

Shine hesitated, then let the trench coat slide off her shoulders.

It pooled at her feet.

She stood there in the sheer bodysuit, her skin prickling in the cool air of the AC.

"Fuck! I can hear your heart beat, Mistress. Are you nervous? I promise I’m not going to hurt you, we could just sit and talk," he murmured.

There was no way she came all the way with a breast full of milk and an aching vagina, so they could just talk?

No way.

"No…No…I am... I am nervous," she confessed.

"Don't be. Tonight is about pleasuring you my queen. I told you, I want to experience you. All of you. Starting with these."

Large, warm hands emerged from the dark.

They found her waist first, his thumbs digging into her succulent hips before sliding upward.

When his palms finally made contact with her breasts, Shine let out a sharp, broken moan.

"Oh god," she gasped.

"They are so heavy," he groaned, his voice rife with a sudden, raw hunger. "And so warm.”

His other finger slipped into her pussy from the crack of her lace panty. “Are you leaking for me already, Shine?"

"Ugh! Yes…Agh...Yes," she whined, her head falling back. "They hurt. Please."

"Shh. I have you. Let Big Sir take care of the pain."

Shine froze at the word Sir, her pulse spiking, but his mouth was already on her.

He didn't wait.

He leaned down, his lips finding the peak of her left breast through the lace.

He sucked the fabric into his mouth, his tongue swirling against her nipple with a rhythmic, powerful suction.

"Ah! Yes! Right there!" Shine cried out, her fingers feverishly tangling in his hair.

It was thick, styled hair—just like Gilbert’s.

But the pleasure was too intense to care about names or who was who, just as she wanted.

“Oh fuck yes!” She felt the milk let down, a hot rush of relief as he pulled harder.

The sound of his greedy slurpy slurps, wet swallowing and sensual nibbling filled her ears.

"Fuck you’re oozing milk?” He asked as he sucked a little harder.

The hotness of his mouth sent shivers down her spine.

“Urrr…yea! Yes daddy!” she purred.

Slap.

He spanked her Ass as he mauled her breast with reckless abandon. “You taste like heaven," he growled against her skin, moving his mouth to the other side. "So sweet. So much of it. I want every drop."

"I want more," Shine begged, her back arching. "Please, suck harder. Empty me Big Sir."

"I will suck you empty, and then I will fill you up with my big dick," he whispered.

He pulled the bodysuit down, exposing her fully to the darkness.

His hands were everywhere—kneading her flesh, tracing the curve of her stomach, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were rock hard.

"The $2,000 was just a greeting, Mistress Rossy," he said, his breath hot against her neck. He reached into his pocket and she heard the crisp rustle of paper. He pressed a thick stack of bills into her hand. "Here is another $10,000. Consider it a down payment for the rest of the night."

Shine clutched the money, her brain foggy with lust. "You... you are really doing this."

"I am a man of my word. Now, get on the bed. I want to see how loud you can moan when I am inside you."

He guided her toward the mattress.

Slap. He smacked her ass again.

She crawled onto the sheets, her body vibrating.

He followed her down, his heavy weight pinning her into the surface. She could feel the sheer size of him.

"You are so small under me," he whispered, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. "So naughty girl, selling yourself like this. Do you like being a bad girl for daddy?"

"I like the way you touch me," Shine panted, her legs wrapping around his waist. "I like that you know exactly what I need."

"I know everything you need, baby. I have been following snippets of you for a long time."

He moved between her thighs, the tip of his dick brushing against her entrance. Shine gasped, her entire body tightening.

"Wait, oh goshhh" she whispered. "Who are you?"

"We agreed No names, but I am the man who is going to make you forget your own name," he replied.

He lunged forward, burying himself deep inside her in one swift stroke.

“Agghhhh!! God!!! Fuck!!” Shine’s scream was muffled by his kiss.

He tasted like expensive scotch and the salt of her own skin.

He began to move, his pace frantic and dominant, hitting depths that made her vision swim in the blackness.

"Oh! Oh, Sir! Please!" she sobbed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"That's it. Take it. Take all of it," he commanded, his thrusts becoming more powerful.

She could feel him going so deep inside her.

The room was filled with the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, the thud of the headboard against the wall, and the constant, wet sound of their joined bodies.

Shine felt her climax building—a tidal wave of fire.

"I am going to... I am going to come!" she shrieked.

"Do it. Give it all to me!"

Shine exploded.

Her body racked with tremors, and her breasts sprayed a final, desperate burst of milk against his chest.

He groaned, and followed her into the abyss, his release hitting her with a hard stroke.

They lay there in the dark, breathing hard, the only sound the ticking of a clock somewhere in the room.

Shine felt empty, relieved, and utterly ravished.

"I have to go," he whispered after a few minutes.

He stood up and dressed in the dark. Shine stayed on the bed, her heart still thudding, her legs splayed apart.

"You will get the balance of your money before I get to my car," he said from the door. "Don't take good care."

The door opened and closed.

A sliver of light from the hallway hit the floor for a fraction of a second, but it was gone before she could see his face.

Shine lay back, her hand finding the $10,000 on the nightstand.

She knew that voice. She knew that scent but couldn’t put a name to it.

"Sir Gilbert," she whispered into the empty room. "I wish it were you."