Having been thoroughly aroused by the cute rich and famous little private part in the delux suite above, I stood alone in the elevator and rubbed my craving softness through my tight fitting jeans.

I caught a look at myself in the mirror.

I was slightly flushed but the post sex glow would hopefully only add to my allure. I have never been a forward person. However, today, here and now I wanted a huge throbbing length streaming cum into my cunt. My whole body felt on fire for a good screw. I'd cum several times already but personal place cumming never was as satisfying as being good and played and left exhausted, as only a man can. The elevator doors opened and I walked with an emphasised sway of my soft place back to the bar. The bar tender smiled. 'Gin and tonic, right?' 'Yes please' I purred. I made absolutely inappropriate eye contact which he was man enough to maintain. 'You are Imagen Grey aren't you?' A second person in a day to recognise me. It was a sign and I got brazen.

'Unfortunately.' I looked down into my drink wistfully, sadly and sexy. 'How so? Love your work, its so fresh and raw.' He rested both arms on the bar. Deep set grey eyes, handsome brow line, great smile of bright white teeth.

'I'm Gavin, I work here but I study Politics and Lit at the Uni, quite a lot of your work comes up in media and politics.

' 'It's never enough though.

They always want more, push you further till you forget what it was that you wanted in the beginning. Do you know what I wanted to write Gavin? In the beginning? Hard core erotic fiction. I wanted to write about how it feels to have a great hunking rod filling up your body and spunking, how breasts move against a man when a woman comes...

sorry, I've shocked you.' He looked stunned and then I noticed him shift uncomfortably. I guessed that my plan was working and that he was getting worked up thinking of unleashing his prick in me.

'It doesnt matter, it'll never be, they said I was too tame.' 'So show them otherwise, ' said Gavin and cleared his throat. He was trying not to stare at my breasts but I made it hard for him by stroking my collarbone, absent-mindedly. 'I get this need sometimes, Gavin.' I unbuttoned the top of my blouse, he shiftily looked round to see if anyone else had noticed.

'Maybe you can help me with some research?' 'Wh WH What kinda research?' He fumbled with his crotch. 'I want to know what your length will feel like tearing up my cunt, with my softness cum glistening on your knob and teasing down your balls.' There, my hand was dealt. Gavin closed his eyes and tugged at the erection straining at his pants.

'I think I could happily soft placeist such a talented and playing gorgeous woman with a need to be screwed. Can you go to the second floor and meet me in the service elevator?' I smiled at him and departed. 5 minutes later the service doors opened and Gavin stood, trousers straining. My tongue probed his mouth and my hands freed his thingy as the doors closed behind us. I tore my shirt open and unclasped my bra. My breasts sprang free and his mouth found them. He moaned and sucked my nipples stiff and I remembered how good the Brazen Nymph upstairs had felt attached to me there. I dropped to my knees and toyed the underside of his shaft.

He was so hot for me he was gonna need no encouragement. The lift was descending to the basement.

I imagined some unsuspecting maid calling the elevator only to see me suck of this stud.

He was new and young and his skin taut and muscular beneath his shirt and waistcoat.

As I jacked and sucked he stripped off his shirt and I nearly came just running my hands over that body.

I was sucking and head playing him and he in turn was groping to get hold of my waist to get my jeans off. Just as he succeeded the elevator stopped and the doors opened. The room beyond was dark - obviously used for storage of bar supplies. I could feel him swelling in my mouth but he pushed my head away.

He strode into the room, trousers round his ankles.

He lifted a receiver and waited for someone to respond. 'Jack, its Gav - the gas has gone as well as the barrel - will be about 20 mins the valve needs some work' he hung up and took me by the hand. An old upturned beer casket stood to one corner. He spread his shirt and waistcoat over it and stood me against it. He kissed me deep and fingered my now sodden swollen softness.

My thighs were still sticky from where Missy had tongue played me. 'You have to forgive my wetness, I got into a tongue playing session with the young hot actress in the McGuire Suite.' Gav couldn't even answer. He turned me round and pushed my chest down over the top of the barrel and whispered as he forced my legs apart. 'So you like to get played and dirty?' I moaned as he rammed his stiff 10 inch thick shaft deep into my cunt. He played like a stallion. Great deep strokes, balls slapping my soft place and my private part squelching from the air he was pumping into me. He would withdraw nearly right out, just catching his bulging knob head on my soft edges before thrusting again.

I could feel my personal place pulsate and begged him 'Play me, play me, I want to be your cunt, cum inside me, oh play Gav!' His finger found my personal place and I collapsed onto the barrel with a scream of orgasm.

His length now coated in my juices continued to thrust and enter me over and over. I lifted a leg to reposition him inside me and my breasts rubbed hard against the cold wood barrel through his shirt. No man has ever gone near my soft place before because I'd have sooner jacked sucked or humped them dry but today I wanted to be sated.

I could feel him close to cumming and I wanted so much more. 'Play my sensitive place'. No more needed said. His well lubed prick tipped my warmth and probed gently. As he started to push my supporting leg gave out and he held me by the thighs over the barrel. My virgin soft place must have been squeezing his precum for dear life but he held back and didnt come yet. I felt his fingers on my personal place and in my softness. This guy was amazing - truly working my body like a puppetmaster. I thrust and I screamed and the pain seemed too much.

He thrust my softness and then my warmth and then rubbed my personal place and I didnt know which way was up over this playing barrel. Finally he was humping every warmth as fully as was physiologically possible and shouted 'Play Im gonna, are you, oh play!!' He groaned and shouted my name and I felt jiszm filling up my soft place and streaming out over his length. My softness went nuts and I damn near broke his fingers I contracted so bad.

For now I was spent but I new two things. Firstly that I loved women's breasts and secondly that I loved being good and screwed by 10 inches of solid unwavering length. Tomorrow I would go and finish 'interviewing' Miss and I hoped like hell she would agree to participating in some 'research' with Gavin...