Didn't Have to Ask, Part 3

Didn't Have To Ask:
Part III:

Jim sat at his desk, working on a database project. He was tired and looked at
the clock and stretched. It was 4:30 pm, Friday. He rubbed at his tired eyes
and yawned. Another boring weekend ahead he thought. Just then a notification
on his computer announced he had a new email in his Outlook Inbox.

He clicked on Outlook and brought up the message. It was from Amy and read:

Jim, I have a little surprise for you tonight. Instead of going home, meet me
at the Preston. Just go to the front desk and ask for a key. The room is under
my name.  Don't arrive before 6 pm. If you like, go to their bar and have a
beer or two. A very naughty girl will be waiting for you ! 

XOXO Amy

Jim smiled widely as he checked his watch and knew he wouldn't possibly get
anything else done, so he closed his applications and shut down his computer.



"Hi, do you have a room for Jenkins?" he asked the young, pretty desk clerk.

"Let me check," she said and began typing on the keyboard.

"Yes," she confirmed. "Room 1012, your other party checked in 20 minutes ago."
She slid a plastic key card through a reader and slid the card into a
protective paper sleeve. "Have a nice night," she winked as she handed the
card to him.

Jim checked his watch once more. He was early. He spun looking for the bar.

"Down this corridor and to the right," the clerk said reading his mind.

Jim turned with a smile, "Thank you," he said and headed towards the bar.


Amy stood naked in front of the large mirror, leaning in applying a final
layer of lipstick to her lips. She was dying for a cigarette. Her consumption
was increasing dramatically. She had bought a new pack that morning and
already she had smoked 7 of them.  She fought the urge however as she wanted
to smell fresh and surprise Jim with her new, secret habit.

Satisfied with her makeup, she stepped away from the mirror and admired
herself. Her makeup was heavier than usual, but sophisticated and tastefully
slutty. It was done in purple and plum highlights to match her new lingerie.
She slid a hand down and felt her freshly shaved pussy. It was the first time
she had done this and was very happy with the results. She dipped a finger
carefully inside herself and then brought it to her mouth. The taste was
deliciously salty and slightly bitter and it made her wetter.

It was 5:50 and she knew Jim would be arriving any time, so she stepped into
her lingerie and slid it up her long slender legs.


At 5:55, Jim downed the last of his draft beer and signed the receipt,
charging the drinks to the room. He gathered his coat and loosened his tie and
walked quickly towards the lobby elevator. The desk clerk noticed him and
smiled again as he stepped into the elevator.

The ride to the 10th floor was dreadfully slow, but Jim now found his pace
quickening as he strode down the hallyway. He stopped in front of room 1012
and took a deep breath. He didn't know why he was so excited, it was only Amy
he surmised. However, her email had excited him like he hadn't been in years.
Jim slid the key card into the slot and pulled it out quickly. A green light
and a click followed and Jim turned the handle on the door and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit. The only light came from the bathroom and the door was
halfway shut.

"Hello sugar," a voice said from the corner of the room.  

Jim turned to see Amy holding two flutes of champagne, dressed in an
incredible outfit. The see through fabric showed her nipples perfectly. She
walked slowly towards him and handed him one of the tall glasses.

"What an awesome surprise, Amy." Jim said smiling. "What's with all this?"

She clinked her glass with his and raised it, and Jim followed suit. "You told
me last week that you wanted me to be a bad girl. We'll, I've done some
'research' and found that it's easy to be a bad girl." Amy paused and took a
sip of her champagne. Jim was nearly in a trance and took a large gulp.

She continued as she leaned into his ear, licking it quickly. "Bad girls dress
like sluts." She stated, and then darted her tongue into his ear. Jim winced
in surprise and he felt himself get instantly aroused.

Amy then took his hand and placed in between her legs. She leaned in again
just a millimeter from his lips. "Bad girls shave their pussies," she said and
kissed him deeply. Jim felt with his fingers and was happily surprised to find
they were crotchless. He ran his fingers over her shaved labia and moaned. She
squatted slightly, allowing him to plunge his fingers into her. Their tongues
twirled rapidly around each other and this time the moan came from Amy's
mouth. She pulled his hand out and brought it up, between them.

"Bad girls also like the taste of pussy," she said and took his moist finger
into her mouth, sucking it clean.

Jim squirmed and pulled her hips close to his. "Oh my god!" he giggled, and
rubbed his erection into her pelvis.

Looking him in the eyes, she finished her champagne and quickly turned,
throwing it against the wall. It smashed into hundreds of tiny shards of
glass. Amy turned and flashed a smile as she walked to an overnight bag that
lay on the bed. She unzipped it and retrieved an item and walked back towards
Jim, hiding it behind her back.

She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs revealing her her shaved
crotch once again. From behind her back, she held up the large vibrator. "Bad
girls also love their toys," she coo'ed and twisted the base of the long
shaft. She playfully rubbed it up and down her slit and then rested it on her
clit. Her eyes closed and she moaned, feeling herself begin to ooze with
wetness. 

Jim stood dumbstruck as he watched his wife slowly insert the long, gold
vibrator into herself. He began to quickly unbutton his shirt and undo. She
retracted the device and turned it off, and stood once again. She turned him
to face the large television and stood behind him, undoing his belt. She
reached across and grabbed the remote off the television and pushed a few
buttons.

The picture came into view quickly, showing quick flashes of women getting off
with toys of various shapes and sizes. Jim stood open mouthed, watching the
introduction of the movie. Amy quickly retreated back to the bed and nervously
pulled a fresh Marlboro Light 100 from the open pack. She watched Jim watching
the movie as she picked up the lighter. Amy returned behind him, cupping the
items neatly in her left hand. 

Soon, the hostess of the movie, Nina Hartley came on. She sat at a bar with
another woman and a man. A long cigarette sat in an ashtray smoldering on the
bar. Nina lifted it and took a long drag, then crushed it out as she exhaled.
She then turned to the camera and began talking.

"Hello, Im Nina Hartley. Today, we're going to show you the intimate pleasure
of sex toys. We'll show you all kinds: dildo's, vibrators, butt plugs, anal
beads, cock rings. But best of all, we'll demonstrate how to use them for
maximum pleasure..."

Jim's pants fell to the floor as Amy finished unbuttoning his dockers. Jim
kept watching the video and heard a slight click, and then the smell of smoke
and a cloud surrounded him. He turned quickly to see Amy drawing deeply on a
cigarette of her own. The end glowed bright red and titled upward as she drew.
She inhaled and held the precious smoke in her lungs and then exhaled toward
his chest.

"Did I forget to mention that bad girls smoke too?" she asked playfully.

Before Jim could answer, Amy was on her knees and Jims boxer shorts were
around his ankles. She took his 7" full in her mouth and his balls rested
gently on her chin as her tongue swirled around his shaft.  Jim gasped for air
in surprise as he watched smoke slowly flow from Amy's nostrils into his pubic
hair. She pulled back and took another long draw, inhaled, and then began a
slow, sensuous bobbing and sucking maneuver. 

He ran his hands through her hair and pulled her closer on him, keeping rhythm
with her. She paused to draw again, then asked him, "Do you like it?"

"My god, its fucking Great!" he exclaimed. "You are fuckin incredible, Amy. I
can't..."

"Shut up and fuck my mouth," she interrupted and again, deep throated him.

Again, Jim gasped. "Jesus Christ!" he managed to say as he felt a familiar
sensation begin building up. "Im gonna cum..." he warned, but Amy kept at it,
picking up the pace, never faltering.

Jims hips bucked as he began to fill Amys mouth with his steamy liquid. She
eagerly swallowed and pumped his shaft for more. Wave after wave crashed over
Jim, spewing more into her. Amy finally pushed back, panting. A drizzle of his
cum coated her plum colored lips. She licked them clean as she brought the
filter to her lips and double pumped the cigarette.

"You better not be done..." she warned playfully.

He offered his hand and she stood with his help.

"Not by a long shot," he said and kissed her deeply. The taste of his cum was
drowned out by the overpowering taste of the cigarette. The longer he kissed
her, the harder he got.


Amy sat up in bed and lit what would be her final cigarette of the night. At
9:15, she was exhausted. Jim lay next to her in a deep sleep already. She
surveyed the room as she exhaled casually. The champagne bottle was upside
down in the bucket of ice, a few wet towels lay on the side of the two person
Jacuzzi, Jims clothes littered the floor, and her ashtray was nearly full.

Their night was completely fulfilling. Things couldn't have gone any better.
They had used all the toys and watched the video twice. Amy's best orgasm of
the night was while riding on top of Jim. The remote controlled butt plug was
snugly up her ass and Jim held the control. She dangled a cigarette and drew
constantly while she rode him. Towards her climax, Jim increased the power on
the butt plug, sending her into a frenzied orgasm. Smoke poured from her lungs
as she howled and bucked, dropping ashes onto Jims chest. He came fiercely as
well, for the fourth and final time of the night.

Amy brought the cigarette to her lips and pulled one last time before crushing
it out in the ashtray. The light from the table lamp swirled with her smoke.
As she flicked the light off, she smiled remembering the best part of the
night.

Just before Jim rolled over to fall asleep, he told Amy that he'd like her to
continue smoking. The best part was, she didn't have to ask...

The End

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