18 High

I always like to be freshly showered before a play and so I towel dry thoroughly, applying the perfect amount of fragrance to all the necessary places.... subtle, soft hints of a field of flowers.

My subject was ready. Eager to allow my plan to unfold. Naked, semi aroused. I knew his capacity well…and was excited by what was to come.

The music was set…La Salle Blanche - Version Original by Carlos Peron. It gently filled the room.

I led him by the hand to the Chaise, situated beside the Hotel's grand, ceiling-to-floor window.

It was a simple room, 18 floors high, with a magnificent west-side, city view.

A neighbouring hotel, perfectly placed.... why didn't I bring binoculars?

As he sat, not knowing any of my plans, I knelt between his legs, gently guiding his chest away. Relax back….I would take the lead….

He accepted. I placed his soft member in my hand, like I was cupping something magnificent. I held and felt his weight, his warmth, his size. I was excited to witness my presence take shape and transform within my grip. I started to massage with my thumbs from base to tip. Carefully paying attention to the erogenous zones in their own right. As should be. He closed his eyes and moaned. Almost too soon he tripled in size to the length I longed for.

I drilled his now throbbing cock with my hand, feeling his pre-cum smear into my palm. I licked it, looking into his eyes and immediately craved more so licked the head of his cock in slow circles. Around and around the head of his power I curled my tongue, tasting his eagerness and trails of urine. I consumed his length, forcing it towards the back of my throat. I wanted it all in there. The complete mouthful. The gagging moment. The stretching of my mouth. I sucked all that was lingering within and swallowed my prize. More pre-cum presented itself. Salty. I spread it across the roof of my mouth with my tongue, curling my mouth into a smile.

I reached for his nipples... I know he likes that... sucking his cock, squeezing his nipples. He starts to thrust into me. I allow it, working my mouth and hands to flow with his pleasure. But this is not the plan, not the main event. I let him have his flow and way for a few more moments.

I stop.

I look out the window, hoping to see others. Anyone? I'm searching window after window... movement of others. I find it. A man, half dressed. I stand up against the window fully naked to catch his eye.

I drill my eyes into his energy to will him to connect. It takes a moment, but he does. 2 rooms... three contenders. All male. Perfect.

I guide my play to kneel in front of me. I spread my stance and lean confidently against the cold glass pane with my extended arms and chest and lean my mound into his face. He accepts.

Of course.

He doesn't even know how privileged he really is in this moment. In my presence, watching my naked brilliance, feeling me, tasting me. He doesn't know how fickle I really am. That I'll throw him away as soon as I'm done. But he maybe he likes that too.

I start to play between feeling the warmth of his tongue, the needle sharpness of his clumsy shaving and the excitement of exhibiting this moment to strangers. Its powerful.

I'm exhilarated by forcing this upon them. Again. They don't know how privileged they are.

I smile to see they are willing. Taking a more comfortable position and direct view.

Let the show begin.

I move in rhythm to the music of his mouth, conscious of what this may look like to our audience. Like an actress on stage I have to be deliberate for my performance to land well. I grab his head and drive him harder into me. Sliding his tongue around my erect clit, locking in and sucking with no escape. Who would want that after all? We dance like this for who knows how long?

I release him and squat down to whisper in his ear. 'Take me’. He knows he has done well…his prize to take control is about to unfold.

He slides away, keeping contact with my soft skin and stands behind me. I can see his reflection in the window. Like a bull. Solid and ready. He grabs my waist , uses his strength to guide my torso down. I present magnificently for him. He collects the beast of his appendage and finds the entrance. Wet.

He slides down the length of my lips like bowing before he enters. He knows me well. I breathe heavier. My way of approval and then he slides in with force. Right to the end.

My eyes are on the men of course. Where are their hands? Are they enjoying?

The one alone knows what to do. Now naked and stroking, his eyes locked onto me. The other two just watch. I know they are enjoying in their own way. No doubt they will release to this scene later on their own….cowards…I hope so.

My play drives his length in me, repeatedly, hard and fast.

I instigate more movement and turn side on, using the chaise as a warmer, softer foundation.

I arch perfectly into his power, rolling in waves, reaching under to play with the package of his seed. I know he likes it.

I reach further, caressing his hole, using his own thrusts. I press into the mound between his entry and his power and massage it hard. I'd like to lick it. Maybe next time. I can hear myself growing louder... I can't stop.

I look behind as best I can, tensing the impressive field of muscles across my back. He catches my profile, and groans with me like an animal. I slap his thigh hard and the sound pleases me through and through.

He increases his thrusts, penetrating deeper and harder. I hit the window, to my side with hard thud, looking to our willing audience. They are still present. Good boys…

The naked one is stroking hard. Now now…not before me....

I know my play is building, and so I surrender and ride the climax train too. I pant hard and fast feeling the power build with in, feeling the eyes of strangers and wishing they could hear me.

The tingling and point of no return comes quick. I let out an almighty animalistic groan as my body arches and quivers with the first of many repeated waves. My play continues to thrust through my climax and triggers his own. He too lets out a cry. I wouldn’t have it any other way. They all must be vocal. I feel the warmth of his seed, spray across my back and love it. Feel his hot cock slide through the ooze upon my skin. We sway and moan. mmmmm

I lift to kiss his open mouth. Throw him to the bed. Approach the window and slightly acknowledge my audience with a strong stare and gentle nod.

My gaze returns to the man before me. Ready for round 2. I grab the black rope…..